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the wall and watched Carter work his tongue around in his mouth. Carter shoved his hand in his pocket, removing a small bag containing an assortment of drug paraphernalia. Xzion narrowed his eyes as he realized he’d be going through the same thing he’d gone through so many times in Columbia—a forced hit, ingesting the shit to prove yourself on the up and up. If you weren’t down, this is the part where you wouldn’t make it back home. Carter lit the pipe and shoved it in Xzion’s face. He took it and without hesitation, deeply inhaled, making the glass glow bright orange and heat like a Halloween lantern. His eyes turned to sooty slits and he went through his mundane routine of pretending to feel the buzz, and being high...Truth was, Xzion couldn’t get high. He was completely immune to it. It did nothing but leave a bad taste in his mouth.
    Carter and his crew watched the antics, laughing and pointing. They’d laced the crack with meth not realizing it may as well have been candied sprinkles atop a vanilla school bakery cupcake.
    “You feel tha power, man! Now tell us where the fuck you get the Rich White Girl at?!”
    “My...supply is secret,” Xzion hissed, pretending to be falling further under the influence.
    “Yo! Let’s roll out to this mothafucka’s crib!” Carter yelled, jerking him up by his collar once more.
    Xzion continued to play along, dragging his feet as Carter dragged him further down the liter-filled alleyway, the pack of howling men close behind.
    I can’t let them take me anywhere else. I need a controlled environment.  I’ll have to do the hit right here.
    He quickly looked around, assessing his surroundings.
    No one around, no witnesses—perfect.
    “Yo, motha fucka, you feelin’ alright?” Carter burst into screams of joy, yelling at the top of his lungs. “Yeah, we goin’ to ya house mothafucka, gonna take that load off ya.”
    The men now stood by three cars, parked one behind the other. Xzion slid lazily on the passenger side door, keeping his lids low as he continued to play the role, and play it well. The dazzling shimmery green paint job on the Cadillac ATS sparkled as a thin layer of snow covered portions of it.
    “Put that mothafucka in the damn car. After you give us a few more... free samples, then we’ll talk to you again about joining up. This is yo’ initiation!”  He laughed even harder.
    Go ahead, laugh your last laugh…
    Xzion was abruptly pushed out the way and ushered toward the back seat. His right eye blinked, initializing the sequence of things to come.
    Suddenly, he stood erect and craned his neck in Slicky’s direction.
    System...Engaged...
    He pushed one of the men down.
    “Hey man! What tha fuck you doin’?” the guy called out as he hit the pebble covered pavement.
    Pulling up his sleeve, Xzion pushed hard on his wrist and gritted his teeth as he raced toward Slicky at full speed.
    “Ahhhh! He got somethin’! He strapped!!!” one of the men yelled before the scene turned into a war zone.
    Shots rang out from all directions as Xzion glided across the gritty, semi-desolate landscape at warp speed. The bullets skidded toward him, barreling right at his torso and head. Falling low to the ground, he maneuvered like a snake, his back and chest now fully exposed as his shirt lay in shreds like ripped wrapping paper. Rising quickly, he did the unthinkable. Flesh cutting lasers emitted from his eye like vibrant red octopus legs, the waves gyrating like a Ferris wheel, cutting, slicing and dicing the men in half within seconds. His internal computers shot information and updates within seconds:
    Target 1, eliminated. Target 2, eliminated. Target 3, eliminated ....and so it went...
    He looked up. At a mere glance, they looked still alive, their eyes and their mouths wide open. The upper portion of their bodies slid off the bottom, like children’s blocks that had been toppled from a misguided bump of a clumsy hip. Finally, one by one like dominoes