Blood on the Street
Matthew Ryan Fischer
For about a week all anyone could talk about was the new designer
drug that was making its way around town. Everyone was getting high on Paradise,
a new wonder drug that had that euphoria of molly but the strength and rage of an
amphetamine. Parties were wild, but the after effects were violence and destruction.
It wasn’t clear who was distributing Paradise. Police and gangs alike were at a
loss. For about a week there was the unmistakable feeling of tension that could
only come when a pressure cooker was about to boil over. It had been years
since a new gang tried to make its mark. Years since there would have been killing
and war. It seemed inevitable. But then came the man with the shotgun, and suddenly
the streets were quiet. All the whispers were suddenly about him and who he was
working for. The streets were silent in anticipation. Change was coming, now
from more than one direction. The police were about to have their hands full.
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