Charlie Wilson walked through the large empty car park on the south side of the Westbury Estate.
I say walked, Charlie called it Bowling. As he walked he moved his shoulders from side to side, he also leaned back slightly and walked on his toes. this was Charlies bowl.
Everything about Charlies bowl was to make him look much bigger than he was, the shoulder movement made him look wider, the leaning back made him puff his chest out and tip toes gave him an extra 3 inches height.
Charlie had learnt some time ago that people didnt mess with big guys, they also didn't mess with people who were a bit mad. Charlie acted mad all the time. He would confront people all the time, shouting at then. People were scared of people that shouted and usually backed down.
It was all an act of course, Charlie would put on this act whenever he wanted, he would confront people for no reason, shout at them, maybe even give them a slap or a knee in the groin, just so they knew he was the guvnor. No one messed with Charlie. Even some of the older lads were scared of Charlie, even the boys on the Mandarin Estate a few miles away were scared of Charlie.Charlie had power, although only 17, Charlie had power on the Westbury Estate.
Charlie kept looking at his mobile, where the fuck was Leon. he'd been calling him all day no fucking answer. he'd even gone to Leons flat in the highrise that morning. Leons mum said she had no idea was he was, mind you, she was already pissed out of her head, fucking 10 oclock in the morning and she was already off her nut. Probably taken something as well. Leon had always said his mum liked a bit of gear when she could afford it.
Charlie had decided that Leon must be at Ginas flat, yeh , that was where he would be, Ginas. Charlie knew that Leon had mugged a young couple early the day before as they were walking past the estate, he'd got 2 mobiles and 65 quid. He'd probarly got a score each for the mobiles which would then give him over a ton in cash.
Leon and Gina had shagged each others brains out then spunked all the money on fags, booze and sniff. Yep that was it, thats why Charlie was now on his way to Ginas.
Charlie thought he saw a movement up ahead by the big rubbish bins, probably just a cat or a fucking big rat, couldn't be anything else, no one was mad enough to be out at this time of night on the estate, not unless they had a death wish, Charlie smiled to himself.
Fucking wankers all of them, all shit scared of me and the boys.
He was on his way back from the other side of the estate where he, Tony Taylor and a few of the younger lads had torched a car. Fuck knows whose it was, black BMW. Fancy parking a car like that on that side of the estate, what were they, fucking mad or something?. Smash the window, little drop of petrol on the front seats, throw in a match, sit back and watch the fireworks. Great fun.
No one came, no old bill, no fire engines, no one. In fact no one ever came. this is our estate we do what we fucking like.
Just like a few weeks ago when Leon had punched the old guy, no one came then, no passers by came to his rescue did they? because if they had they would have got what the old boy got, a slap.Even his stupid old moron son did nothing, just shouted something at us as we walked away.Just goes to show, if you want to do something or take something just do it, just fucking do it!
Charlie was walking past the big red rubbish bins when he saw something out of the corner of his eye, he turned to see what it was. A big gloved hand held him by the throat and there was a stinging sensation in his side and then a burning feeling.
Doug held Charlie by the throat until he felt the life drain from him. Text book stuff thought Doug, long thin blade in through the side just below the ribs in an upward motion. Punctures the lung, liver and then finaly pierces the heart. No coming back from that.He'd done it twice in the Falklands and both times it had worked a treat, death followed within a few seconds.
Doug picked up Charlies body and dumped it in one of the big red rubbish bins.
Now that really is putting out the trash. Doug smiled.Two down just one more to go. Tony Taylor. Tony fucking Taylor.