Smokey's Gun

Within New Jersey, there was a gang of bikers, calling themselves The Snakes, and each member all had different nicknames. The leader was Smokey, a big bald fella with a million tattoos, a thick manly goatee and a black leather vest that he always wore with his black jeans and army boots. He never wore a helmet, driving his bike with next to no protection, just made him seem all the more badass! Smokey also had a gun, that being a gold painted Desert Eagle, looking like the rare pistol you'll find in that New Order Of Alexandria video game, which was a popular, military shooter at the time. The game was Nick named; "Smokey's Gun" as he always carried it around like some kind of prized trophy, buried under the strap of his belt like some cowboy's revolver holster. Smokey wasn't afraid to use his gun either, often killing those of his gang that stepped out of line. Bang! Just like that, no warning, not even a moment of terror, he'd just end your life in millisecond without any hesitation. It was horrifying to witness and think about, his whole gang were always on the edge of their seat because of how ruthless of a killer Smokey was. Nobody even knew what his true name was (because surely, nobody on earth is actually named Smokey by their parents, right?). Those who dared to ask, also got a bullet to the brain. The message was simple; don't question or disobey Smokey, or you're dead meat! There were some who conspired against him though, although Smokey was terrifying and certainly intimidating, a good gang leader also needs to be charismatic and well liked among his peers, otherwise resentment and jealousy will eventually reveal its ugly head. That's exactly what happened to Smokey, the gang noticed he never figured rival gangsters or nosey police men, always relying on his golden pistol to do the job. It was obvious to everyone that this almost fifty years old gang leader was no martial artist. So much younger, yet equally scary biker began to plot against him. His nickname was; "Cobra" but unlike Smokey, everyone knew Cobra's true name which was; Jerry May. Knowing his real identity made the man far less mysterious and respected among the gang, but Cobra was adamant that he could run the bikers better with less intimidation and more friendly team work. He neglected the fact that The Snakes were a gang of tough guys and gals who wouldn't listen to kindness or politeness, actively rebelling against their own leaders if they showed any weakness. Cobra genuinely believed he was safe from such betrayals, but he'd soon learn just how wrong he really was for even thinking that. So one night, after a long day of gang warfare, when everyone had their guard down; Cobra decided to strike like a snake in the grass. Smokey was high as fuck, watching TV in the gang's private bar, smoking several ounces of marijuana. In fact, a lot of the bikers were. This made it all too easy for Cobra to sneak up on Smokey and steal his golden gun straight out of his jacket pocket.
"Wait!" Smokey screamed as Cobra aimed the pistol at his head and fired! A loud bang followed by bloody gore exploded in the room. Everyone stood and screamed.
"What have you done?!" One of the terrified bikers asked.
"He was a joke!" Cobra laughed, aiming the gun at the scared biker, "I'm in charge now. I got Smokey's Gun, so that makes me leader, see!"
"You think any of us would want to work for you after this?!" Another biker yelled, pulling out a pistol of his own, "that's not how it works, Cobra!" Then he fired four times, shooting the assassin in the head, shoulder, knees and toes. Cobra fell with a great big thud! Dying out on the ground, the other bikers gathered round him and began kicking and punching the traitor to death. They buried his body the next day, knowing how to avoid police detection. The man who killed Cobra, was nicknamed Snake Eyes, he was the one to eventually take over as leader of the gang. Unlike Cobra, Snake Eyes really appreciated Smokey, he was a great boss of The Snakes. Snake Eyes struggled to keep the gang on top, as organised crime was no easy feat. Yet, despite this, the gang respected him far more than Cobra could ever dream. Of course Snake Eyes got Smokey's Gun, which in time became Snakes Eyes Gun. So ends this tale of the shake in the grass who got what he deserved. Nobody missed Cobra, in time, nobody will even remember who he was, yet Smokey will always live on in the hearts of The Snakes. Forever and always.