/lit/ - Literature

Pain and Hoss approached the scorched land. The men in the car were dead. Shot to shreds, Engulfed in flames. The snow melted around the area.

"Do you smell that fresh smell of dead niggas?" Said Hoss.

Pain wiped his brow. Uneasy and uncomfortable.

"Now that you put it that way... i don't have much to say." Said Pain.

"Don't mind me, my mother grew me this way. " Said Hoss.

Pain inspected the burning car.

"Let's just calculate the body count and get the fuck outta here. It's cold as fuck and I want to go home." Said Pain.

"Shit nigga you don't think I don't? I've got a fine piece of pussy waiting for me at the pad. All I have to do , is get my black ass over there and pounce that pussy. Know what I'm saying?" Said Hoss.

Pain sighed under his breath.

"I have no idea Hoss." Said Pain.

Pain reached into his coat and pulled out a small red notebook. With a pen he wrote: Alabama Springs. December 23rd. Death Count: 5.

Hoss peered over at the dead corpses.

"Got some ugly mother fuckers over here." Said Hoss.

"Well that explains their actions now don't it?" Said Pain.

He stuffed the notebook back into his coat. He walked away from the burning car and headed to his own. Hoss followed behind.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Said Hoss.

"Niggas as ugly as these can only get their fuck on, if they kidnap a bitch. These pieces of shit kidnapped three of Casper's girls. Raped, Killed, Raped again, then dumped into a fucking river. " Said Pain.

"Well I guess they all deserved it. Whores and junkies. They're all gunna burn."

Pain and Hoss entered Pain's car and drew out of the crime scene.