Friday, May 28, 2010

as The Plot Thickens

Keith is seen holding something he is running fast looking around for someone. He suddenly sees the The Cellar aka The Seller. It is located in the warehouse district it is an underground pub of some sorts for the affluent. It is their playground. Keith is about to change that somehow judging from the look on his face. It is the look of a hunter who stares down the barrel of their rifle while hunting prey. Keith is hunting for what at this point we do not know. Keith looks like the brother who is educated both mentally and physically. As if he graduated from Harvard and excelled at being an Army Ranger. You know the elite type. They do what they have to do. As Keith rushes headlong to The Cellar the stairwell is made of concrete. A feeling of coolness and dampness paints the downward spiral of concrete stairs. There is a thumping sound. Is it from Keith's heart pumping massive amounts of adrenaline through his veins? Or is it the person who he is after. Even with the sound of the atmosphere you can hear the person's sweat beads hitting the ground. Keith is looking around like a panther on the prowl. Even with all of the flesh exposed from the females pretending to play pool. Everybody watches slyly out of the side of their eyes. Some even look without seeing. Keith will acquire what his heart desire.
In the lounge area there is a vision of loveliness that can not be ignored. Like the Queen of The Nile. Her admirers tend to every whim as if they were her subjects. Her and Keith suddenly are frozen in a deadly stare game. What could Keith have against this sister. Did she burn him? Did she.... Oh no she didn't. Oh yes she did. She just sent a squad of the same drooling spawning not so little love puppies towards Keith's direction. He is not amused. To some they look like the menacing visions of criminal suspects. The kind that is immune to CS,pepper spray, tazers and concussion grenades. As they wear their wife beaters not looking to beat any wives but looking to beat Keith ass.They stand like defensive linemen the kind that will and do play dirty. And The Un-Named Lady stands back like a quarter back while they defend her and she is calling all of the plays. Keith does not flinch but digs in and prepares himself for the worse. They beat him silly and then they throw him in the trash at the back of the parking lot. Whoever said that looks can be deceiving is absolutely right. Or are they; what happened? Didn't Keith know martial arts ? Why didn't he use what he was holding?What was he holding? Was The Un-Named Lady threatened by Keith's presence or did she order the beat down just because she can. These and many other questions go unanswered until ..........The Plot Thickens continues. Created by Terrance Thompson & Antwain Marcy
Notably THE U.C.N COMMITTEE

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