[i]Johnny[/i]

Ted Nugent's "Stranglehold" blared across the apartments.  It was the ghetto, where everything looked old and dirty.  It went on for many blocks like this, but this one in particular belonged to Johnny Blackburn and his crew of misfits.  The handsome young man sat on his bed only in his boxer shorts, sprawled around pounds of marijuana and cocaine.  There was money littered to the floors, as well as some guitars and amplifiers set up.  Some uzi's and a few handguns were also sprawled about the place.  It was a dump, but it was his dump.

A few other sickly looking crackheads were doped up on the carpet and in the bathroom.  A whore lie naked next to Johnny, passed out cold with her bare ass facing the ceiling.  Johnny was the only one fully awake, though his mind was also in another place.  He lifted a joint to his mouth a took a nice, long drag of it.  He then sat up and started playing videogames on an old nintendo system he stole from somewhere a long time ago, specifically he was playing 'Battle toads'. 

Suddenly, a car screeched through the parking lot outside.  It was a common sound around here, but the gunfire came quickly after.  Gunfire was also a very common sound around here, however this time it was directly right outside.

"Johnny!   Johnny!"  screamed a voice from one of his crew, who was immediately gunned down right after.

Johnny rushed to his window and saw the chaos outside.  It was a rival gang, about five or so of them all wearing purple colors.  They fired heavy into the apartments, with few unsuccessfully firing back at them.  

[color=green] "Holy fuck!!" [/color] Johnny yelled as he jumped to the floor, just barely getting out of the way of the bullets screaming through his window.

"Johnn...??" the whore started to speak as she sat up, but a few rounds flew into her flesh and head, killing her immediately.  The crackheads around him were useless and to fucked up to help, instead they made things worse by screaming over the sound of the gunfire.

Johnny rolled over and grabbed an uzi, his back was already bleeding from the broken window glass all over the floor.  He got up and fired back down from his second floor apartment and into the parking lot.  He shot one of them in the neck, while the others took to cover behind dumpsters and vehicles.

"Yo Johnny mutha fucka, you dead!"  yelled one of the purps.  "You fucked up!"

[color=green] "I'm here asshole!" [/color] Johnny yelled back.  [color=green] "Come get some." [/color]

The sound of police sirens could already be heard as the firefight continued.