Chapter 1: The Devil is alive!
“Johny get in the car!!”
“I’m comin, I’m comin!”
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Holy -!”
“Johny ya got it?”
“Ya”
“Alright boys next stop Los Angeles”
This is 2012, or me in 2012. My name is Johnathan Sancez, Born June 26, 1984, Harisburg, PA. You are probably wonderin what this tiny little bit of dialogue was, this is me at my job which it’s kinda complicated to explain what I really do in my line of work. It’ll be better if start where my old life ended.
The year was 2008, 4 years before we moved to Los Angeles before we made it BIG. My life was pretty stable until this happened.
“Twenty three year old woman shot in York county,” read the newscaster. At that time I wasn’t paying any attention to the news because I didn’t care. Every night on the news people got hit, shot or robbed so I just didn’t all that much cause nothin suprised me anymore. The last time I was shocked by the news was 9/11.
I felt my phone vibrate I pulled it out. My older Brother Scott was calling, so I picked up.
“Hey, wassup?” Johnny said.
“Hey” said Scott clamily. By the tone of his voice I could tell somethan was up.
“It’s Tracey,” said Scott. Tracey was my younger sister, she was the one in the family who was happy about mostly anything and was always there for us if we were upset or having a bad day.
“She was shot and killed today at 2:39 PM,” said Scott practically weeping. The first thing I asked was, do they know who did it?
“No? Is that seriously your first question?” said Scott.
“Does mom know?” Johnny asked.
“No”
The thing was I didn’t want to hear all this bad news… so I hung up on him mid sentence not hearing that last bit. I walked into the kitchen and dropped the phone down the sink and turned on the garbage disposal. For the next thirty minutes I sat on the couch staring at the floor. Knock knock knock went the front door. I walked over to the door, opening it to find my long time friend Tony.
“Hey slick, it’s me,” he said.
“What the heck are you doin here?!” I said all surprised like.
“Come in, come in”. We both headed to the living room and sat on the couch.
“So what’s new?” asked Tony.
“Not much…” I replied.
“Well here I’m back in town for a while and I was kinda bored so I’m taken you to the bar,” said Tony
“No, I don’t feel like it right now.”
“Come on, I have some friends I want you to meet”I sighed “ fiiiiiinnnne” The walk was about five minutes. It was a quiet night, a cold January day in Lancaster, the clock said it was 9:47 PM. On the walk I asked him why he came back to PA, He said he was just here to visit his childhood home, I could tell that was bull. As soon as he graduated from college he was outta here.
When we got there the even the bar was quiet. Thats when tony yelled “Hey Jimmy!”. A man in sunglasses and a short beard turned around. He got up and walked over.
“Jimmy this is John, and John this is Jimmy,” said Tony.
I shook his hand. Back then all I knew was this is a friend of Tony what I didn’t know was that this person would be the next 11 years of my life.