Babydink (949 hits)
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Submitted by Jack McCallum (View user info) at 2007-09-20 17:30:49 EDT
(I finally got a little quiet time at work, so here's an afternoon quickie. Enjoy, everyone.)
Yasser had just crossed the Bay Bridge when he felt a vibration in his pocket. He flipped open his cell on 7th Street and nearly put an eye out with it when he hit a pothole and his Taurus bounced and swerved.
"Where are you?"
It was Spilling, and he was yelling. Spilling yelled a lot, especially when he thought he had dirt on anyone with any authority whatsoever in the San Francisco Bay area.
We gotta expose 'em! That was Spilling's mantra.
"I'm on Mississippi now," Yassir said. "Just back from Oakland."
"Oakland?" Spilling sucked air. "Forget Oakland! Fuck Oakland!"
Yassir opened his mouth. You sent me to fucking Oakland, numb-nuts. "Yeah, well, nobody in Oakland wanted to talk. You have something new?" He had wasted the morning at Muhammad Ali Technical High School. The principal was rumored to be knocking the shit out of his students, but no one was talking, not even to the San Francisco Bay Guardian.
"You bet your brown ass," Spilling said.
Spilling was a white man in his fifties. He said he had a Jewish grandfather, and that put him under the thumb of the man.
Yasser once casually mentioned that one's 'Jewishness' came from the mother, not the father, and Spilling said, "Don't be a smart-ass."
It didn't matter if Spilling was talking discrimination with blacks, Asians, or the disabled. "I'm with you, brother," he'd say. "Right in the trenches." He once told a Korean man who was denied an apartment rental application, "We gotta stick together and stick it to the white-bread ruling class." The Korean's face had drained of blood.
"The cops are rolling on a 911 call. We got a pimp going apeshit in Hunter's Point! I want you there. I bet my balls on the chopping block that the PD shows up and breaks out the pepper spray or the batons. If you're lucky they'll put him in one of those chokeholds. That's their weakness you know. The brothers, I mean. If you're real lucky they'll draw their weapons! The police, I mean. I want you there, taking pics."
"You got it," Yasser said, ignoring the acid that crept up his throat. He checked the pockets of his jeans and hoodie and found half a roll of Rolaids. "Address?"
"Nothing specific, the corner of Ingalls and Underwood. Look for the cops. Or screaming whores. Move it!"
Yasser stuffed his phone in his pocket and floored it.
Ten minutes later he parked near the intersection and strolling across the street. There was a small crowd in front of a three-story building. An SFPD black and white was parked in the street.
One of the cops was talking to a young woman in stilettos and cutoff jeans and a skin-tight scrap that might have started out as a t shirt. The other cop was talking to someone in the crowd. The cop facing the crowd was an older white man. The crowd was mostly black, mostly young. The older cop wasn't getting shit.
"Okay, let me have that again," the cop asked the woman in the scrap of tee.
"Good timing," Yasser said quietly.
For a whore, she didn't look much like a skank. Yasser was half a block away and he could see the woman's nipples poking through her torn-off shirt. The air was chilly, this close to the bay. Sometimes the fog was a beautiful thing, Yasser thought.
"Ah jus toad you," the woman said. She looked like Brandy might, if Brandy spent the next five years or so sucking dick and skin-popping. "Babydink gone crazy. He up in there killin people an shit."
The cop raised his eyebrows. He was a young Chinese guy with a round, friendly face. "Babydink?"
"Das the man who runnin this block. He runnin this shtreet. He runnin me."
"Okay," the cop said. He started scribbling notes on a pad.
Yasser got closer.
The young woman was actually kind of cute. Sure, she had bags under her eyes and shifted from foot to foot like she was jonesing, but she had a clean doo that probably wasn't cheap, and she wasn't rail-thin like most of the long-time crackheads Yasser saw on the street.
"You all in our face cause we niggahs," a young voice in the crowd shouted. "If dis was a white man trippin you'd say he was jus exercisin his freedom of speech!"
The older cop wore an expression of resigned irritation. The face of a man who owns a new puppy and just stepped in a fresh turd on the carpet.
"Ah'm all afraid an shit," the whore said. She crossed her arms, her breasts rising up as firm and round as her ass.
"Uh-huh," the young cop said, not looking up from his notes.
Yasser was pretty sure you could hang a hat or a painting on one of those nipples. He shook his head and thought, fuck, man. Calm the fuck down. He took out his camera, a small motion, but it wasn't missed. Both cops glanced at him and the silver object in his hands and then looked away.
No time to profile the ayrab when the neegros are going berserk, he thought.
"So..." the young cop checked his notes," Uh...Monique. Who is Babydink?"
"Ah tol jew," the young woman said. "He's the one who kilt Precious and Special right in frunna my eyes."
"No," the cop said, "I mean, what is his real name?"
Monique shrugged. "Ah dunno."
There was a distant crash from inside the building, like a window or a mirror shattering.
"Look," the young cop said, "you just gave the guy up for killing a couple of his girls and now you don't want to say his name?"
"Ah'm telling you shtraight up, ah don't know his real name. He call hisself King Clyde on the shtreet, but to us girls he's jus Babydink cause he's got a big-ass big ass an a teeny dinky."
The young Chinese cop tried to hold in a laugh. "And you said he was on something?"
"Das right. He got a taste from some white man. Sum'pin new. Yellow shit, looked real nasty. He took it and went crazy on us. An he got big. Bigger."
A muted scream came from inside the building, and then a slender black woman with a puffy blonde fro that made her look like a dandelion crashed through a second-story window head first, let out another brief cry, and smashed through the windshield of the police cruiser.
"Oh for mother fuck," the older cop said.
Somebody in the crowd shouted, "Baby hit da sweet spot!"
A head and shoulders appeared in the window and Yasser blinked, taking a step back. Then he rubbed his eyes with clenched fists. He looked again. He wasn't seeing things. Whoever was up there appeared to be impossibly huge.
The man in the window let out a gibbering roar and then screamed, "Ah'm comin fo alla yo muthafuckin asses!"
"Das Babydink," Monique said.
Yasser and the whore and the cops and the crowd grew silent as a sound filled the air, reverberating thuds coming in quick succession. It reminded Yasser of the pile drivers used to drive steel beams into the earth under the foundation of a building. Accompanying each thud was a brittle splintering sound. Splintering wood.
"The stairs," Yasser said. The Chinese cop looked at him. "He's coming down the stairs.
The front door of the building was scarred and chipped, revealing countless coats of paint. Under the paint was old redwood. Doors like that were solid. Cops hated doors like that.
The door exploded, wooden shards and splinters littering the sidewalk. A flash of light caught Yasser's eye and he turned, seeing a door hinge scraping along the sidewalk and sending up a bright plume of sparks.
Babydink bent low to step through the door, and then stood tall.
Someone in the crowd shouted, "Wey yo clothes at, foo?"
Yeah, Yasser thought. That's a baby dink, all right. No wonder he's so pissed.
Yasser saw the older cop grab the mic of his portable radio and caught a few words. "...Africa-American male, approximately... uh... seven-four, three hundred pounds, naked, pale markings on his skin, lines, like tattoos..."
"He even bigger then before," Monique said. "He look like that green muh-fuckah in that movie that was jumping all over the desert an shit."
Babydink leaped at the crowd. The crowd scattered. The cop unsnapped his holster, but Babydink grabbed the older man.
The younger cop started yelling into his own radio, drawing his service weapon with his free hand.
"Yah!" the older cop said. Babydink planted one huge foot on each of the cops boot covered feet.
Yasser heard a soft double-crunch. The Doublemint twins biting into big dill pickles. Or the bones in the cop's feet shattering. Yasser's stomach clenched.
Babydink grinned. His face was streaked with tears and snot and drool, all of it bright yellow. He grabbed the cop's head in his hands. His fingers and thumbs came together, and he squeezed and pulled.
"Gah!" the older cop said. His head came free of his body with a snapping squelch.
Yasser turned quickly, the burst of vomit rising out of him as if in imitation of the jet of blood bursting out of the cop's neck and up into the air. He sucked air, hearing the sounds of cloth being torn.
"Das jus wrong," Monique said. She looked annoyed.
When Yasser looked back at the street he saw that Babydink had shredded the older cop's pants and was now stuffing the cop's head up the cop's ass.
The young Chinese cop opened fire on Babydink.
With every bullet strike Babydink yelled, "Yatch!"
Yasser let out a laugh like a shriek, and Monique looked at him, shaking her head.
Babydink's blood was orange.
Red and yellow make orange, Yasser thought. And the pale lines that the older cop thought were tattoos... that was Babydink's veins, full of that yellow shit and visible through his dark skin.
Babydink took two long strides and swung an arm and flattened hand at the young cop. The cop's spine snapped in half. Babydink grabbed the cop's upper body and twisted until the cop's face was in his own groin.
"Sniff yo bozack," Baby said in a guttural roar.
Yasser grabbed Monique by the arm. "What is he on?"
A cluster of police cars roared into the intersection, doors popping open and spilling cops. Yasser and Monique grabbed each other and held close a moment. She pushed away a moment later and wagged a finger in his face.
"Jus cause this crazy shit goin on in the shtreet don't mean you get no free shit from me."
Yasser asked again. "What the fuck is he on?"
Monique raised a hand. She had a little handbag. She opened it, shoving aside mace and condoms. "Check it out," she said, holding up a small vial of yellow powder.
The cops around them opened fire on Babydink.
"Fancy white man was given' 'em out. Went all up an down the shtreet."
Yasser cocked his head. Between very brief lulls in the gunfire and Babydinks enraged cries, he was sure he could hear something else.
"Ah don't do that shit no mo," Monique said. "Tryin to get clean. Ah'm takin courses at the community college so ah doan have to suck any mo cock."
Yasser was distracted for a moment, for the briefest moment, by the light of Monique's smile. Then he concentrated on what he was hearing all around them.
Muted guttural roars were coming from buildings up and down the street.
"White boy handin these out said they was so special they was a limited edition. Numbered. Just like collector plates from the Franklin Mint."
There was a rending sound behind him, and in the corner of his eye Yasser saw another door spinning into view, torn from its hinges and thrown across the street.
Monique turned the vial upside down. On a clean white label was fine black print.
There were more roars and shouts now. Clearer, closer. A cop screamed behind Yasser as he bent to read what was on the label.
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Yasser grabbed Monique's hand.
"Run," he said.
User Reviews
Submitted by jared.melton (user info) at 2007-09-26 06:51:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2007-09-21 21:24:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm looking forward to reading this later.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2007-09-21 15:16:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
more more more more!
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-09-21 15:11:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by DirtyHarry (user info) at 2007-09-21 09:03:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by FALLEN (user info) at 2007-09-21 08:30:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
very cool.
a part two, perhaps?
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2007-09-21 08:41:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by FALLEN (user info) at 2007-09-21 08:30:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
very cool.
a part two, perhaps?
Submitted by ICO (user info) at 2007-09-21 07:29:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Terrifying.
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2007-09-21 04:59:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by FistSoup (user info) at 2007-09-21 04:57:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
This would make a great illustrated story.
I really liked it, but it seems you couldn't decide which way to spell his name. "Yassir" or "Yasser".
It may not be much, but it cost you a point.
Not that my opinion matters one bit.
Submitted by mystiamoon (user info) at 2007-09-21 04:33:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Quickie??!?
WTF I'M NOT READING ALL THAT!
Submitted by ChaosJester (user info) at 2007-09-21 03:13:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Very nice.
The only thing I didn't much care for was the accent.
To me, writing like that just seems to bog down the story rather than making it seem more real.
I usually stick to describing the speech patters via third person, then writing the dialogue normally.
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2007-09-21 01:27:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
awesome
Submitted by Wildman (user info) at 2007-09-21 00:53:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I want babydink's connections phone number.
Submitted by ilikesteak (user info) at 2007-09-20 23:35:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Nothing seems to be what it is?
Submitted by whiskey_jack (user info) at 2007-09-20 23:21:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by UTOCKIN2ME (user info) at 2007-09-20 21:12:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Ha! Good one.
Another Babydink 3 doors down.
Submitted by Wizz20 (user info) at 2007-09-20 20:18:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
FOLLOW THE CROWD
(i didn't feel like reading the whole thing so ima assume its good.....
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2007-09-20 19:54:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
King Clyde huh? If I were a pimp, I'd have my hoes call me Silky....Silky Johnson. I suppose that could also work for a porn name.
Submitted by Yozz (user info) at 2007-09-20 19:27:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
... and all the Babydinks go 'bump' 'bump' 'bump' 'bump'
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2007-09-20 19:10:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
sniff yo bozack
Submitted by Tom_Tom (user info) at 2007-09-20 18:07:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
awesome, but kind of confused me
Submitted by pookiesmaster (user info) at 2007-09-20 17:52:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
damn good
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2007-09-20 17:50:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
The Incredible NEGRO, as directed by Ang Lee.
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2007-09-20 17:48:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Yatch!
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2007-09-20 17:41:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
yella hunk, huh?
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2007-09-20 17:33:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
oooooooooooh.. a quickie! WEEEE!
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2007-09-20 17:32:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
goddamn motherfuckin sumbitchin cocksmokin typos. Jesus!