[b]Jace Williams - Atlanta, Georgia - From his house to the Trap House[/b]

Just when he thought life couldn't get any better it...surprisingly actually did. Everything that had went wrong in his life had went wrong, everyone's predictions about him that he'd end up a thug in jail had come true. Yet he really didn't care, sure he disappointed his mom a bit but her and his auntie hadn't given up on him. Besides he'd tried some classes at community college, and waiting four years to maybe get a job that paid 30-40k wasn't his idea of successful even if he didn't have that much money now.

Ever since he lost his sweet gig as a security guard, getting paid to fight people as he saw it he was pretty bummed. But the past two weeks had changed his life for the better. At first he thought he was mistaken, maybe something was wrong with his head, but it couldn't be drugs he hadn't touched weed since he failed his drug test and his PO had him sent to jail.

This was something else entirely, he'd gotten into a fight at a club while he was out drinking and someone pulled a gun on him. [i]Bang...Bang..Bang..[/i] He thought his violent attitude had finally landed him a poetic ending. Instead the bullets had hit him and were crushed upon impact.  And well after that...he didn't too kindly to the guy and he learned he wasnt just super durable he was strong too..two things that the world didn't need with him.

So many ideas had been buzzing through his head since that day, and he was constantly testing himself to see what he could do. Just two days before he was smoking weed outside when two police officers approached him. It was like playing Grand Theft Auto 5 with the cheat codes in real life he tossed the female cop across the street and she was hit by a moving car that barely managed to stop, and then he kicked the other cop into his patrol car knocking him out and leaving him with shattered bones. He then waltzed off, he had gotten messages on his phone about how he had to report to his PO for a piss test but he wasn't particularly worried about probation anymore. Thanks to being the Hood's very own Hercules he doubted any police could tell him what to do anymore.

"This is better then winning the fucking lottery." Jace popped open a 40 he'd bought from the gas station and started to guzzle some of it down as he sat down in a lawn chair in-front of his Auntie Keisha's house. 

He walked into the house hearing the news and chuckled. [i]In other news we have reports of the two APD officers in critical condition. According to them they approached a young african american male smoking marijuana in public. What they describe can only be described as unreal. Apparently the man tossed them around like they were weightless tossing the female officer into incoming traffic, and supposedly kicked the male cop across the street into his patrol car. Both officers were in critical condition. They've both been tested to see if they were drugged but after testing clean they both cling to their stories of their Super strong thug.[/i]

"Man fuck the pigs always bitching about some shit, ain't no motherfucking cop going tell me what to do no more. After finishing his beer, he went to fridge to retrieve a bottle of Paul Mason and guzzled down 2 shots. He was feeling significantly intoxicated and decided it was time to start getting to work.

He was in the process of getting his own apartment, he still had some money saved up from his security job, and had went their to see about moving in. The rent was about 1200 a month but it was at the top floor, his own balcony, spacious enough. He had about 3000 saved up, enough to move in but not enough to pay rent for the whole year. Still he'd went ahead and signed the lease, but he needed more money then that. He wanted furniture, a TV, an xbox one, all the finer things in life.  Now he had the means to get them. He went to his room and put on an all black mask he'd bought, and put on a grey hoodie.

"Ight bet one mo..thing" He went in his dresser and grabbed his gun stashing it on his person. After that he left his house and began walking. He would have taken his auntie's car since he know where the keys was but he didn't want to risk driving drunk and crashing it, not to mention linking her to what he was about to do.

It wasn't long before he got to where he was going, a drug drug commonly known as a Trap House in Atlanta. It was one of the places his brother Devon often sold large quantities of drugs to, and when he got busted they declined to help his family out as Devon had asked, and stole the rest of the money he'd stashed there. Now it was time to make amends, Jace began walking up to the house. He noted some blinds opened and closed twice, the dealers inside probably didn't take kindly to a masked man approaching.

He got to the front steps when the door flung open and two men stepped out both with automatic weapons." Fuck you want bruh, this is your first, final, and only warning turn yo ass around and leave and we won't light yo ass up!"

Jace stood there just staring at the man, immersed in his alcoholic buzz. 

"Bruh do you hear him! DO you want us to blow yo brains out?! Are you fucking stupid! I will lay yo shit out right here on the front lawn bruh!" The other man spoke even more aggressively and raising his weapon to Jace.

"Bitch" The only word Jace uttered and they both pulled the trigger sending a spur of bullets his way. He closed his eyes, and braced himself for impact. Bullets from a hand gun had bounced off him but an AR. It seemed God was on his side, the bullets riddled off him and left his clothes tattered with bullet holes but his skin un-penetrated. "My turn"

Jace rushed forward to the surprised thugs, punching a hole through one of their chests, then grabbing the other by his neck and snapping it killing him instantly. He picked up one of the AR's, and kicked the door open. He was met with a hail of gun fire, and Jace went in guns blazing shooting everyone he saw. "YOU MOTHERFUCKERS ARE GONNA PAY!!!!" Jace yelled laughing as he was on a shooting frenzy, now THIS was really playing Grand Theft Auto 5 in real life with the cheat codes.

Jace continued shooting till he was out of bullets, and headed to where he knew the money was stored. "MOVE BACK G I'mma end you, don't touch the mother fucking safe." 

"Oh..or what." Just as the man started to shoot Jace grabbed the safe and whipped aroud tossing it at him. The safe slammed into the man knocking him into the wall, the impact leaving him near dead. Jace walked over to him and smashed his head into the wall killing him, then grabbed the safe. He ran into the kitchen with the safe stepping over dead bodies. He snatched a trash bag and opened it up. Then he karate chopped the safe in half. Inside was numerous amounts of money wrapped up in rubber bands. He dumped the contents into the trash bag, then went back into the living room and saw the man who attempted to defend the safe recognizing him as one of the people who took his brother's money.

"Piece of shit, hope you enjoying Hell." He reached into his pockets fumbling for the keys to his car. He then went to another room where he knew he kept their drugs, and scooped up a couple ounces of marijuana as well as well as some of the Ak's they had tossing them into the trash bag. He slung it over his head, and walked outside going to the driveway, and pressing a button on the keys to start up the ex dealer's car. Getting in he reached underneath the wheel to pop the trunk, and went to dump the trash bag full of marijuana and drug money into the car. He got in, started up the car and pulled out the drive way. The shooting had been heard all through-out the neighborhood but they practically owned this place at least when they were living so no one had called the cops.

"Damn all this gas got the car smelling like a fucking hotbox." Jace briefly felt paranoid but didn't really feel paranoid about getting pulled over. Still he was driving somewhat drunk with a stolen car full of drugs, illegal guns, and money. "Fuck it" He turned the radio to 93.7 and began bobbing his head as Migos Bad and Boujee came on. "WHOO!!!!" Jace yelled screaming with adrenaline as he began speeding down the street.

"Rain Drop, Drop Top!" He sang the lyrics to the song loudly as he was headed to his next destination, his new apartment. Killed everyone who fucked up his brother check, got about 300,000 dollars in cash check, got a sweet ride although he'd probably have to dump it check, got a bunch of firearms check, and about a half of pound of weed check. Life was going to be good.