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again and shouted to the driver, “Hanz, take me to the South End, I think I know who the rat may be.”
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    Sharnice Brookes toted her food from Roots Man in one hand, and a bag of cleaning supplies from the Dollar Store in the other. She couldn’t wait to get to her small, but comfortable, apartment on Columbia Street which she had moved into a week ago. She used to share a condo with her sister before she passed away—before she was murdered. Sharnice always got a bad taste in her mouth when she thought about her sister and the people she was affiliated with. She never knew the name, nor had she seen the face of the woman who her sister used to work for until the news stations and newspapers became flooded with her images and stories. Sharnice knew that Jani’rah bitch had something to do with her sister’s death. Even though she didn’t have any proof, she could feel it in her gut. She pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind as she remembered that the mysterious Madame was now on trial facing a life sentence; she prayed that she got the book thrown at her and would rot in prison.
    Sharnice opened the door to her home and quickly ran in, running from the cold December air. She entered her house through her back door as she always did, and placed her things on the kitchen counter. As she made her way into her living room, her eyes nearly bulged out of her head at the sight before her.
    “You kind of favor your sister; a little uglier, but the resemblance is there.” Jani’rah said with a smirk. She was seated on a red love seat sipping on a glass of Pink Moscato she helped herself to from Sharnice’s mini bar.
    “You got a lot of nerve breaking into my home!” Sharnice shouted, standing with her fists clutched. “I advise you to see your funky ass out!”
    “Watch your tongue before I make you swallow it. It’s a cold day out, where you coming from? Anywhere important? Such as…” Jani’rah let her words linger as she stared hard at Sharnice.
    “None of your fucking business! You need to see yourself out of my home before I whoop your ass, or call the cops, and I’m thinking about whooping your ass first anyways!”
    Jani’rah laughed, “You’ve been talking to them boys a lot lately; haven’t you?”
    Sharnice looked confused, and then something clicked. She had been watching the live taping of Jani’rah’s trial on Court TV and she remembered the judge announcing a star witness taking the stand after the break. Jani’rah was there to off her because she must think she is the witness.
    “You crazy if you think I’m a rat, I got more pounds then Fort Knox in this bitch, I could give a fuck about you and hope your stankin’ ass rots!” Jani’rah’s nose flared. She stood up and punched Sharnice in her mouth, making her lose two of her teeth. Then she picked Sharnice up by her face and brought her face to face with her. “You’re lucky I believe you.” She dropped her and walked out of the house.
     Sharnice slowly got up and held her bleeding mouth. She was upset with herself for not getting up and knocking that bitch out, but she heard how Jani’rah rolled and she knew she would probably be dead had she busted a move. She made her way into the bathroom to rinse her mouth. She grabbed a rag and rubbed her face.
    “Ooooow SHIT!” she screamed.
    As she removed the rag from her face, her vision began to blur do to the toxins that were on the rag. The skin began to bubble and pull away from her face. Sharnice was in so much pain and she couldn’t see. She could smell burning flesh, and realized it was her flesh that was burning. She used her hands to guide her into the hallway and she felt around for the light switch, hoping to get out of the darkness. She pulled the string she thought was connected to the bulb and a bucket fell on her head, releasing a deadly toxin that burned Sharnice from head to toe. The acid quickly ate away at her as her body dissolved. Hers was a quick, yet