[h3][b]Atlanta, Georgia - Club Diamonds - Floyd Banker, Darrius & Cornelle Lincoln [/b][/h3]

“Ain’t nobody fucking with my clique, clique, clique clique clique.  As I look around they don’t do it like my muthafucking click” The hit record including Big Sean, Kanye West, Jay Z and some of hip hop other greats was blaring in the back ground. The scenery was that of a club, day time Club Diamonds to be exact.

One of the most popping places to be in Atlanta, especially for the day-time club scene. The smell of marijuana filled the atmosphere as well as blacks & an assortment of different vapes. The floor was sticky a combination of sweat, sexual fluids, spilled mixed drinks like adios motherfuckers and who knows what else. Inside at the bar stool cracking open a corona by tapping the bottle against the table top with force was none other then Floyd Banker.

He was still trying to shake his mind from the horrific experience he’d seen earlier. So much for a good first impression on Ky’Vie she probably thought it was the weed he was smoking, but he was never one to mess with no wet. Floyd had changed his attire, and was actually much higher then he was when he’d been with her earlier.

Sporting some grey adidas sweat pants, and a plain white tee. Around him was a Robin Jean Jacket, and on his feet some black hirache’s. “Hell yeah I gotchu Kayla.” Floyd grinned referencing the server. She was a light skinned chick with long luscious black hair, and a smile that really showed her off her beautiful lips that had his mind racing & wondering about all the possibitliies.

To the left of him was his friend Darius, one of the head managers of Diamonds. He was dressed in some blue jeans, and a black Migos Culture 2 T shirt. His beverage of choice was a hennesey on the rocks, with just enough ice to keep it cold but not enough so that it was going to start seeping and tasting of water in a few minutes of him not downing the beverage. “Bruh you outta yo damn mind, you hearing what you saying “Darius shook his head listening to his friend talk.

Sure there was lots of nonsense going on, but he wondered if sometimes Floyd wasn’t just talking out of his ass. Like where did this man come up with the shit he was saying. “Okay bruh…I mena I ain’t gonna lie listening to yo shit it’s really crazy like…bruh come on.” Darius was laughing boisteriously at the propetorous claims Floyd was making.

“Man I’m just saying you up here, you said it yo self Mark’s tryna sell this joint and go out to Vegas. We need to the ones that cop this shit and you said bruh only want 85 to transfer the title, we do that and we in there. Motherfuckers be in this bitch lit, that’s phase one, we get us an LLC< and we in the door. Then whatever we the niggas with diamonds forreal. You know what we can do with this joint, first off it’s ALREADY making money. Then any merch NWN{Pronounced NUN], shit going pop off. No Work Necessary, shit that’s us we ain’t tryna do a damn thing, it’s about time we shine we pop off. That brand going nuts, and lemme tell you I been fucking with this bitch Amber bruh, she manage DJ EDA[ED-DAY], bro shit be so fye the thinking he got powers.,” Floyd retorted speaking with an excited tone.  His mind was always racing at 100 miles per hour it seemed, and he always had a new idea everyday.

Darius on the other hand was just happy to hang on to his managent position at Diamonds, it let him get his foot in the door as far as always being able to meet people and unlike his over enthuastiac way too far from reality friend Floyd he enjoyed having a position with consistent revenue. “Look man I’m not moving P’s like you, and I’m not high out my mind every day like you either! “

“Bruh you smoke! As much as me, shit damn near more! And you talking about I’m not highi out my mind.” Floyd said the last part in a mocking tone of his friend as he took a few sips of the corona before placing it back down on the table. Grabbing the lime he squeezed it letting the rest of the juice sip into the beer before taking a few more swigs and making a noise of satisfication. “Ah this shit don’t never get old, I swear between this shit with the limes & Blue Moon with the oranges, boiiii Kalep put me on to some FYE shit and I don’t even fuck with him no more.” He said the last part with pure distaste that was one cat he didn’t want to hang out with any time soon, if ever again. Sure he had problems, but the running inside jack among his circle was that was an individual who made Floyd himself look like the representative of stability.

“Yeah well you ain’t doing no favors comparing yourself to that motherfucker for anything. Now let’s say I oblige and decide I might wanna listen to this bullshit your saying, you got anything to back it up? Cause I feel like it’s one of those drugs running through your head, or a combination of em motivating you. Taking about it’s just 85, who the fuck got 85 bands to drop on this shit? You wanna know how much I got in my savings, 22 G’s nigga. And that’s over 2 and a half years, you feel me, and when you started balling? And not that shit you be doing on snapchat, I know bout the prop money dumb ass I was there!!!” Darius retorted exposing one of Floyd’s numerous parlor tricks he utilized on social media to reel women in. 

[i] Man This why you can’t tell people nothing…only props I’m fucking with now is my powers [/i] Floyd mentally rolled his eyes he couldn’t stand skeptics. Sure things didn’t always work out, and he was always putting together some zany plans like Ed Eddn’Eddy, but guess what sometimes they worked. Reaching in his jacket pocket for a pill bottle he opened it up. Carefully turning the bottle upside down and pouring out the contents.

Percocet pills of different assortments and dosages clattered into the white container. Grabbing his phone and turning on the flash but pointing the phone dowanrd he meticulously organized the pills separating the tens, twenties and the thirites from each other. Plucking a blue pill, and two white ones he popped them inh is mouth and downed the contents of the prescription pain killers with another swig of the corona.

Making sure not to spill any of his precious new addiction from the narcotics he u-earthed he then capped the bottle and slipped it back in his jacket pocket. [i] Hmm on second thought I need to keep yall boys safe. [/i] Removing the bottle from his jacket he squeezed both the right & left side siumtaneously to pop the bottle open. Reaching for one of the pills of the strongest dosage, blue in color he split in half.After returning the other half into the bottle and this time transferring his medication the inner pouch on the right side of his jeans he got to work. “I told yo ass I got papers didn’t I huh! You know I ain’t lying about that on my mama, on my soul bruh! I got vaporized, who the fuck going lie about getiting vaporized! You see the shit popping off on the news, you think I wanna be a super cousin to Cirqu So-layyy bruh hell naw. But it is what it is and it ain’t wha it aint.” 

Darius just let out an exhausted sigh, sometimes he wondered why he dealt with or better yet tolerated Floyd. He got up checking his phone but really standing up to have his figure block any on-looking pesky eyes. [i] This nigga is a crack-head forreal, but maybe just maybe he really onto something. Every once in a while, hedo actually make sum shake, if he ain’t anything this man is resourceful god knows how…[/i] His usual complaint about his friend echoed in his mind as Floyd crushed down half of the pill on top of his ceullar device. As a woman was walking this direction Darius tapped Floyd on the shoulder to move on with his consumption with a quickness.

Taking the hint Floyd had finished rolling up his 100 dollar bill. Inserting the folded currency into his left nostril he leant over and snorted the line of Roxicodone. Feeling the pain killers euphoria flooding his brain he brushed off his phone and deposited the bill now unfolded back into his left pocket where the rest of the money he brought to Diamonds a little of 9 grand sat inhis pocket. “ooooh do you feel it! Do you feeeel it.” Floyd sang out between insuflated and the oral consumption he was definentl on the sky, a very nice mix with the marijuana & alcohol he was consuming, albeit not a safe one,

“No I don’t feel shit except the corona, and the backwood, cause I’m not a fiend bro, talking about I need the perks for my powers. You always need something for something bro so come on go ddamn it tell me what’s going before I go to the back, you know the real ballers that actually wanna spend they money and not count,-re count then sing and talk aloud are almost here and I need to make sure these bitches out there getting my money.”

“Our money Darry.”
“Yeah it’ll be OUR money, when you get us SOME damn money..”
“All in due time, real soon.” Floyd retorted leaning back in his chair embracing the potent mixture of drugs seepin through his blood-stream increasing his relaxation more and more rapidly by the second.

The banter & antics among friends had continued in the bar, seemingly starting to come up with a plan for coming up with the money to purchase Diamonds. A little over two hours had passed in which they’d consumed more drinks, and smoked another quite large backwood stuffed with marijuana. When another third man had. Entered the fray to confront them. Wearing dress clothes, & some sporty shoes, this man seemed to be interested in none other then Floyd Banker.

The man’s name Cornelle Lincoln, a quite prominent member of the Black Disciples who’d been making a name for himself in the Drug Game moreso after he’d returned from being Dusted. Word on the street was he was interested in declaring & taking control of the drug market in Atlanta, Georgia by force and no one would stand to be in his way. Not only that he was allowing no one in the African American community of dealers in the inner-city to move weigh without him getting a piece of it.

When Cornelle entered Diamonds, of course without paying a penny to the club and with no protest from the Bouncers, there were some murmur from some of the strippers & even some other guests who were familiar with Cornelle’s reign of terror on dealers who felt they had no need to cut Cornelle into their profit. The quit chat was of course related to Floyd who’d made more then a few marijuana sales since he’d been in Diamonds.

“You really think that huh, even if you’ve got these powers? What of everyone else, and what you think about the crackdown that’s finna go down Floyd? I dunno if your just high right now or what but as your friend this is where I gotta warn you bruh, you ain’t talking about some regular shit  for us to get the club.” Darius protested to Floyd as he took a hit of the third backwood Floyd had rolled, a different strain then the last two.

“Yeah I get what you saying bruh but look.” Taking the backwood Floyd took a few hits before ashing the backwood. Letting out a hefty cough he hit it twice more then passed it back to Darius once again raising the level of highness he had from the premium strain of cookies they were gassing. “I got it bruh, like shit, like I told you my home girl Ky’vie gave me some info and if she right bruh Im that nigga,m forreal.”

“You think you the HNIC huh Banker? “ Cornell had spoken he’d made his way over to Floyd & Darius at the bar-stool, as he said that he was enjoying his own smoking apparatus. Albeit no cannabis neither sativa or indica was being consumed by the ruthless thug. Instead he was enjoying a ruby clove, taking a hit and blowing smoke towards Floyd’s face to indicate dominance. “Well listen here negro, I’m here to deliver a message to you cause it seems like you ain’t heard mine motherfucker.” 

The Disciple took a seat near Floyd, & Darius, behind him were four other imposing black men all having a similar manner of dress clothes. They had poorly hidden weapons at their waist straps as well, Darius appeared nervous at the showcase and finished the rest of his beer bottle setting it on the counter. “Shit..are you…Cornell Lincoln>”

“Ahaha I’m glad you recognize me, smart mook, I might have not break your buddy’s neck to prove my point.” Cornell was pleased that Darius recognized him by name, although Floyd shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Whether it was the paranoi from the sheer amount of cannabis he’d consumed in the past three hours or just the general unease about being called out by this man.

“Cornell..Licoln.” Floyd spoke slowly but with pure uncertainty. Examining the vicious killer through his extremely reddened and low eyes he was drawing a blank on the identity of this man. “I can’t say I’m familiar with ya….but I mean shit if you looking to get premium I got that my nigga I don’t never run out,everyday I got that pack..but you best be reddy to spend cause I ain’t cutting no deals I don’t give a fuck what suit you got on big dawg.” Floyd exclaimed

Terror struck on Darius’s face at Floyd’s callous response to this man. Seeing the disdain in Cornelle’s face at Floyd’s lack of recognition of who he was he jumped up from the bar stool to intervene into the situation that was on the verge of escalating into one of unessary brutality. “Yo yo wait! Cornell look my buddy he ain’t the brightest bulb in the set, you know me! You come to diamonds damn near all the time, that gotta count for sum don’t it Look I”

“Darius…let me be frank with you okay? The only reason I didn’t shove my fist through your chest and ash on you as you bled out to prove a point to Banker is because you showed respect, your boy on the other hand got me real mad, and syampthy ain’t sum I’m known for you fget where I’m coming from? You do I’m sure you do it’s why you breathing.”

“And what about me, what my good looks, top notch weed, and you prolyl want advice on how I get so many bitches.” Flod retorted with a confident grin on his stoned face. [i] Who the fuck does this man think he is? Bruh got em a $2000 suit and he think he hot shit. Come on this sucker could not take Kyra from me, hell naw first of all the pipe I be slanging is legendary got bitches passing out from this dick, second I know this man ain’t finna try to get no freed weed or extort me, bruh must be smoking that CRINAAAAAAACK CRINAAAACK this man is CRINAAAZAAT he a FOOOOO dummmyyyy[/i] Floyd couldn’t help but chuckle at the high thoughts floating through his mind.

“I’ve heard you use to be a lil nigga in the dope game, but lately you been pushing some weight, and admittedly the quality is not lacking, only problem is…I’m not getting a slice of yo pie..and and..I’m getting a slice of everyone pie, half that motherfucker, or they going have half a face left…now upon talking to you, and seeing how fucking STUPID you are, I don’t know how the hell your doing what you do, but don’t judge a book but it’s covr, but you probably ain’t heard that phrase cause you don’t look like you read often or even can.” Cornelle said before slapping the blunt out of Floyd’s lips and raising his foot to step on it twice smashing the cannabis instrument.

“Ayo bruh what the fuck is yo problem.” Floyd jumped up before Cornell got up in his face and pushed him back into seat.
“Nig-“ Floyd retorted before one of the four men drew his guns and raised it to Floyd’s head, Darius was shaking with fear, as one of the other men drew his weapon. Other members in the club noticed the scene before one of the other two men with Cornell who hadn’t pointed their weapons at Floyd & Darius spoke.
“I hope yall motherfuckers ain’t minding the business that don’t mind you? Cause these gats can help yall with curiositiy! Ayo DJ change the fucking song and turn the music up, any dumbasss who staring at us going be meeting up with Jesus or Satan in the next 2 minutes depending on how the living understand!!!? “ The thug barked out orders.
Other tenants in the Strip club took heed of what he was saying, a small few even taking this as their cue to exit Diamonds. The DJ quickly changed the number playing to play Gucci Mane Father’s day.

“So you just going air me out huh, what the fuck do you want.”

“I told you I want your money bruh and you can give it to me 30% every day, after I feel like you get the picture, we can move on to every week let you stack a lil more.”
“Man you must be outta yo fucking mind,.” Floyd protested despite the bullets causing Cornell to inhale then groan as his entire body was engulfed in metal, Floyd backing up from the metallic man.
“You was saying.” Cornell grabbed Floyd and tossed him over the bar stool and into some drinks. The dealer yelped out in pain as he slammed into the glassware
“FLOYD!” Darius yelled out causing one of the thugs to press the gun against Darius’s skull causing him to sit down.
[i]Oh shit bruh not playing [/i] Floyd groaned getting up grimacing in pain as Cornelle hopped over the br stole grabbing him and shoving him back into the shattered glass, causing the women behind the bar stool to screech and run to the side.

Bang..the sound of glass clattering and Floyd groaned in pain, Darius looked over at his friend unable to do anything as he was being thrown about like a rag-doll by this metallic man. Seeking to avoid getting in the midst of this conflict some others were making their way out of Diamonds. Floyd squeezed his forehead as it was pounding with pain and slowly mushed it across his face trying to nurse the trobbing sensation from being smashed into the bar case twice. “You ain’t playing huh 30 percent.”

“You still got energy for jokes really? You just don’t learn do you.”
“I do learn it’s just…I can’t stand folks like you tryna bully everyone and allthis like damn it! Why won’t you people just leave me alone!!!!” Floyd protested clearly either the beating had caused him to loose it or something else was happening. Drawing on the same sensation from when he was Ky’Vie earlier as he forced himself to stand Cornelle put his hand on his chest pushing him into the wall once again basically plastering his back into the wreckage.
“Maybe I was wrong about you bruh maybe you just can’t listen. Fuck it you’ll do better as a trophy, ya know an example to the others.”
[i] I ain’t no damn example, I ain’t no damn trophy damn it damn it! Where is my fire hands ugh ahh!!! [/i] Floyd was furious not even noticing the rage consuming him triggering an unexpected effect. He felt his body became harder and not in that way. Cornelle’s eyes widened stepping back as Floyd’s owned body imitated Cornelle’s make-up taking the form of pure metal itself.
“How the fuck…”
“What now WHAT?!” Floyd screamed pushing Cornelle sending him reeling back. Shocked at his own strength he looked to see he had the same chemical make-up as the man who’d came to extort him. “Oh shit…that’s what she was saying.” Floyd was bewildered at how he too had assumed the form of metal.

“This ….fuck it I don’t even care you ain’t finna show me up.” Cornelle lunged forward, but Floyd moved downwards side sweeping Cornelle. The thug tumbled to the ground. Without wasting any time Floyd took that as his cue to turn the tides of the fight moving downward kneeing Cornelle in the gut. As the enemy metal man gasped in pain from being struck by someone of equal power.

“I told you to leave..me the fuck alone!!!” Floyd belted out as he began throwing a flurry of punches at the downed enemy smashing into him with powerful blows. Cornelle was caught off guard both by this punk imitating his parlor trick but also being able to feel…pain. For the past two months he’d been physically dominant and had no one who was equal in strength or stature. Metallic liquid, blood in this state emerged from his lips. 

But the pummeling built up rage in him as Cornelle kicked Floyd back sending him crashing through the cement wall. Moving forward to regain the fight in his favor he punched Floyd in the face seding him further through the drywall. Throwing another punch Floyd rolled to the right barely missing the blow. Lunging back at him grappling him around his neck they both went tumbling through the front of the bar table. As Cornelle hit the ground Floyd kicked him hard as possible in the shin then used an open palm on the thug who’d had a gun to Darius’s face flinging him across the room.

The other three mooks were take off guard as Floyd turned using his body weight to slam into two of the other ones sending them both flying. Darius had taken this time to elbow the last grunt in the nose snatching his gun from him and whacking him across the face a few good times leaving him crumpled on the ground. As Cornelle rose to tackle Floyd, Darius pulled the trigger firing shots into Cornelle’s metallic bod. The bullets slammed into him knocking him back but didn’t do much else good. 

Floyd took the opportunity to run forward body slamming Cornelle sending him backwards. Not wanting to give him any more time he rushed forward kicking him in the face several times before kicking him across the room into a wall. “MOTHERFUCKER”

“Floyd let’s go now! Come on metal man!” Darius yelled out and Floyd decided to follow his friend as he sprinted through the entrance. Floyd wasted no time following Darius. Within minutes Darius flung open the doors of his car hoping in and jamming the keys in.

Floyd did the same causing the car to lower to the ground from the pressure. “Bruh come on!!” Darius protested as he started the car up revving the engine but having difficulties because of the weight Floyd attained in his metal form.

“Right damn it damn it go-!” Right as he said that Floyd had reversed the transformation into his regular state. Cornelle had emerged from the bar entrance still in his enhanced form. “MOTHERFUCKER!!!!” 

A screech of the tires was heard as Darius floored it zooming around the corner of Diamond right as Cornelle had picked up a patron’s SUV and flung it towards them. “YOOOO!!!!” Floyd screamed out as Darius’s foot was smashed into the gas turning the wheel rapidly so that the car barely missed getting pan-caked by the flying SUV.  

Floyd’s heart was racing peering into the rear-view mirror seeing the SUV had slammed into a police cruiser that had been pulling into Diamonds parking lot sirens blaring. “OH SHIT!!!!!! GO!!”

“Bruh you ain’t gotta tell me twice, not once!!” Darius exalimed also sharing his friend’s fear both of their hearts nearly jumping out their chest. Driving down the road like madmen it wasn’t but a few minutes until they hit the inter-state with Darius still breaking every known speeding law known to man. “Shit ….so you wasn’t capping about the whole power thing…how the hell.”

“Look bruh just drive! I’ll tell you more about it later, I barely know my damn self. But do me a favor we not going to yo spot or mine, we going to Kyra’s he don’t know nun bout her ass and.”

“Nah for once you ain’t gotta say shit, if he don’t know nun bout her that’s where we finna be at just sit back bruh take a deep breath, you going need it and whatever the fuck you pulled in there you most DEF going need that, cause you caught bruh lacking and got some hits in but he ain’t down for the count, he going want yo head for that.”

“Shit yo sho ain’t lied…yo sho ain’t lied.” Finally forcing himself to relax somewhat Floyd leaned back into his seat, reaching in his pocket to produce his pill bottle. Taking out another blue pain reliever now required even more so then before he bit into the pill chewing it for a more instant effect ignoring the bitter taste due to his relentless desire for the pain numbing effects. Swallowing the pill dow with nothing but his saliva he felt his breathing heavy and his body intensely drained even with his heart rate finally slowing down to a more normal pace. [i] Man what the fuck did I get us into this time. Man JE…SAS thank you LAWD but I’mma need you oh yes I am Lawd more then ever [/i] Thoughts of gratefulness to the Father above who’d came through for him filled his mind, but also a feeling of intense fear was etched into his bones knowing he had made himself a very poweful new enemy, powerful in a very literal sense and..Kyra was going to be pissed.