Alcatraz
Kabochon
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Summary: Evelda Drumgo's thoughts before her confrontation with Clarice Starling.
Timeline: Chapter 1 of Hannibal.
Rating: R
Copy: Part 1 of 1
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I know it's gonna go down today.
Fuckers thought they were slick, but Dijon taught me well. Even though he was dead and rotting in hell, he taught me well. 'They don't like us, they'll always try to get us, better make sure we give as we get, got that? Fuck 'em all, do what we gotta do.'
With five kids, damn straight.
I have my ice mixed and am preparing to deliver it. I have a flight to Grand Cayman tonight and would come back with my cash and go home to my kids. That's my plan, but I know that asshole I was fucking ratted me out. Could smell it on him when he left my place this morning. I wish that bastard knew that the condom I gave him was full of holes. But whatever, he'll go down soon enough. Dijon gave me that shit off a needle that trick ass bitch Marsha Valentine used. I would have killed Dijon's trifling ass all over again were he not already dead. I knew he'd stepped out on me, that wasn't a problem, but when he brought that shit home to me and our kids that's when I got mad. I stuck that whore in her chest and gut with a spoon shank--see if you fly off at the lip again, you bitch. I go down, we all go down.
Because I knew it was going down today, I am prepared. Balisong in my bra, HIV needle in my hair, a loaded MAC-10 underneath Marquez's carrier. I look over at my baby boy. Beautiful, like his mother. Sorry that the world I have to show you is so shitty, a fucking prison in itself. Sorry that Mama may or may not make it out alive. Sorry that your stupid ass father got himself killed. But I love you. You will be all right.
Out of all the pigs I'd encountered, only one I'd met was worthy of respect. Starling. She was all right for a white bitch. Not like the other ones who assumed just cause I'm a renegade black woman I'm beneath contempt. The reasons why I spit, bite, shit, piss, stick and fight when I'm detained. But not Starling. It's like she knew. She's all right. I never reveal my feelings, learned that shit from Marquez's father too. Marsha never knew what hit her, didn't see it coming.
The Crips were bequeathed to me from Dijon. Solid backup and worthwhile acquaintances. They had a gunship waiting and since I knew they were out there, they knew. The Crips armed themselves. I kiss my son and rub his head, flicking my braids out of the way. I knew Starling would hold her fire if she saw me with my baby. But that didn't mean I wasn't prepared to fight.
If she's out there, I might not have to kill anybody else. That depends on what shit they come with. I'm not afraid to die, but you best believe I won't die alone.
I slip Marquez's carrier over my shoulders and motion to the guys. "Let's go."
Fin
Copyright 2001, Kabochon