The monster is a little older now, taller, more tattoos, but he still has a baby face, and his smile is nonexistent. It’s like he never knew what a smile was, nor does he laugh so much. His world is black, so dark that it’s the only place of solitude a monster like him would get lost in a perfect
place for him.

“Yo! FAM! Huh! Damn! I got lost in that place again. It’s so sad in there. You good, FAM?” He nods. He doesn’t talk so much. “You ready?” He just cocks his gun and twists a silencer onto his gun.”Homie says, ‘FAM, you sure you good, FAM?'” The darkness clouds his face, and he looks at the homie. It’s the fire inside that scares him. He radiates evil. The monster didn’t say anything, but enough was said. “Homie says, ‘I’m not your enemy.'” He nods and points. His homie smirks for the first time. He speaks, “I’ll take the lead. Back door me and don’t hesitate FAM. Scary niggas die, FAM. Ready?” Silently, he creeps, dressed in all navy blue attire. A bandana covers his face to cover his facial tattoos and hide his identity. He’s like a ghost. He has to be; he can’t get caught.

So a ghost he is. “Hit that hoe, FAM, hard!” His homie steps back and kicks the door knob right under it. The door flies open; it’s all it took. “You have to hit it hard, FAM, so hard it breaks, even if you have to hit it more than once. All we need is an entrance.” They waste no time. They go for jewelry, electronics, and whatever is valuable fast. Time is ticking, and seconds are precious to them. Everyone counts.

“Move! Get out of the way!” I find homie and tell him, “Time.” He says, “Nah,” but the monster grabs homie by his collar, slams him against the wall, and tells him, “Fuck what you talking about. It’s time because I said so, pussy.” Homie realizes he’s right. It was greed that corrupted his mind, and he wasn’t thinking straight. Plus, the monster doesn’t play better to have him on his side, not the other way around.

“He’s right. Let’s go, FAM. Now it’s time to become shadows.” They move so fast that it’s a blur. Cuts are taken, precautions are necessary, their clothes are changed, and a safe house comes into view.

“Homie says, ‘Money! Money! Oooh, bitch!'” The monster doesn’t care. He seems emotionless. This life took too much from him; he’s dark. “Homie says, ‘Bitch, you look evil. Mexican smile, bitch. We just came up on some FAM. We can go pick Shorty up.'” The monster doesn’t answer, so homie lights up and gives it to the monster, then says, “Hit that hoe, Mexican.” The monster does. The smoke always eases the pain and calms him. His facial features ease a bit, and he smirks. His teeth show, kind of like a monster looking at prey.

“How can someone be so dark it turned him into a monster, evil, the devil’s life hurt him, and he’s never been the same?” Homie says, “Bitch, a female’s lookin’ for you.” The monster rolls his eyes. “He like Mexican, you know I ain’t fucking with you.” The monster frowns, his homie says, “Bitch, spit that shit out.” So he just stands and walks to the door.

There she is, and she looks pissed. “She says, ‘Bitch ass nigga, you always have me stressing.'” He doesn’t answer. She beats on his chest; he holds her hands and whispers, “Don’t, please don’t.” She looks at him. The storm passes, and her fire dies down. She cries and says, “You worry me. I love you,” he just leaves. For some reason, her tears affect him, so he wipes her tears with his finger. He kisses her cheekbones, puts her hair aside past her ear, she responds with her embracing his touch.

“She says, ‘Don’t leave me.'” He frowns, and she cries. He doesn’t understand why she would love a monster and always wants to be with him. He’s evil, sigh! He holds her and tells her, “Let’s go, shorty.” They both walk off into the distance together a monster and an angel. They get lost together in a fucked up world but one thing is for sure she is a warm light and this light shines upon his dark, dark world.