I grew up. [Inactive]

After taking a long nap, Holland left the room well rested and in need of a drink. It was easy to find the mob of gang members,especially with the overwhelmingly loud music and smell of alcohol. Holland rubbed her templed and took a few shots.
 
Surprisingly Galen didnt do drugs, he sold them but he never took them and he never got drunk ever. Galen spent alot of the night on the phone to other neighbourhoods part of the Hellhounds. He wanted whoever ambushed them to pay. He was going to wipe them out. He walked around and saw Holland taking shots, he walked up to her "You did good today" He said smiling. Then he walked off.
 
"You, are, in, DEEP, trouble." Derek panted it as the bullet was being removed from his shoulder.


Blake seemed to shrink back and looked ashamed.


"And I, think I know exactly what to do."


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About 10 minutes later:


The gang was gathered around a small fire again, and Derek was at the front, his shoulder bandaged up. Blake stood a few feet back, in the shadows.


"As I'm sure you can all tell, I got hit in the shoulder by a bullet. And so I cannot act as your leader until my arm heals up. And so, I have elected a new leader."


He held up his hands, silencing the angry crowd. "Yes, I know we usually vote, but today was a special occasion. This is not a reward, but a punishment."


Blake's eyes widened, and she gasped and shook her head frantically. She began to step forward, but two members held her back.


"Our new leader shall be.... Blake!"


He looked back at her, smirking. "Have fun."


Blake stepped forward and punched him in the stomach.


Weakly, he grinned at her. "Exactly." He wheezed as he staggered off.
 
"Thanks, you too," Holland replied half-heartedly. She stopped drinking and opted to take a walk; the blaring music was giving her a headache along with her injury.
 
Chris got up and pulled out a cigarette. Didn't matter what kind, at this point. He lit it up and took a big inhale. Pacing back and forth, C decided to take Holland up on that weekend offer. 'Yea.. wouldn't that be nice' he thought to himself, and smirked. 'No guns, or drugs, or violence. Just.. a getaway. And not a vehicle at that' and he laughed at his own joke.
 
Galen hung up the phone. "Cut the music" He told a fellow gang member. The music stopped. "Everyone to room 1 now!" He yelled so it echoed through the entire apartment block.
 
Chris, hearing the call, walked over to the room. Cigarette hanging out of his mouth, he walked inside, waiting for what G had to say.
 
The sound of Galen's voice echoing throughout the complex snapped Holland out of her thoughts. Holland groaned, and followed the rest of the gang members to the room. She found Chris and said, "When you said that justice and evil never rest, I didn't want to take it literally."
 
Chris laughed at the remark. "Neither did I. But sometimes... things become more literal than you wish." he said with a sense of wisdom. He put out his cigarette and took one more shot of rum, before settling down.
 
Holland acknowledged Chris's statement with a nod, and leaned against the wall as everyone waited to here what Galen had to say.
 
soon there were around 60 people, standing and sitting in room 1. "Ok, listen up everyone!" Galen yelled. The room went quite. "Im sure you all know by now about the ambush that happened today". there was a murmur of agreement throughout the crowd. "Now, this was not a SD or ND attack, infact it came from a much smaller group of extremely organised individuals who call themselves The Pride". "Now, we can not tolerate this attack, so i want everyone to get as much information as possible on this group, we have not located their whereabouts yet, but we will soon" Galen said to everyone. "Ok, Now turn that music back on" he said pointing to the closest person to the stereo. The music came back on and everything went back to how it was before.
 
"That was quick" he turned to Holland. "The Pride, heh? I can guarantee that will be their downfall" and he laughed at his joke. He started to incite a dance with Holland.
 
Blake rubbed her hands together. "Okay, first order of business: stay alive. Wait no, that's always our order of business. So, we need eyes and ears, and I myself will be walking in the shadows. After the ambush Derek led, they are sure to have taken notice of is now."


She pointed at a group of younglings. "You five, get to the top of the store by the end of the alley. If anybody walks in, you guys call me. No, you may NOT try and take them out."


She then pointed at the larger group of say, about 12 people. "You guys distract them. There is a reason why we call you the sneakers."


She then pointed at a group of 20 people. "And you, my friends, will finish them. There is a reason that we call you a "murder of crows."


She turned back to the crowd.


"But as a whole, we are a pride of fearce, majestic lions! We greater than any others in the forest! We are kings!"


The crowd of 45 people nodded and cheered, jumping up on their feet.


She quickly hushed them, smirking at Derek, who surprisingly, looked smug. "I knew you could do it." Was all he had to say.


Rolling her eyes, she turned back to the eagerly awaiting multitude.


"Well? What are you waiting for? Get to it! And quietly!"


Derek patted her on the shoulder. "Good job." He said, without a hint of sarcasm in his voice.


Smiling, she looked at small group that remained. "Set traps." Was all she had to say.
 
Holland rolled her eyes but laughed nonetheless. "You crack yourself up," she mused. She noticed Chris began to dance, and followed suit, moving to the beat of the music.
 
"Of course I do." Chris said. "You're a good dancer." he smiled. Taking another shot of liquor and another line of cocaine gave him a lot of energy. He pulled out $300 and handed it to Holland. "This is for you. Buy something pretty"
 
(Christ I go away for two hours and you guys go through seven pages?!?!?!)


After waiting for a return text for about ten minutes Ryder decided that since he had nothing better to do he started tinkering. The main thing he was working on was his wrist blade, which if he could get working perfectly would make public deaths much simpler and, if he was was lucky, could get him out of a bad situation with some of the denser members of the other gangs.
 
Holland raised her brow. "When am I going to need something pretty?" she inquired, taking a shot herself. "I spend seven days a week killing and stealing."
 
"No reason in particular.." Chris said amusingly. "Even if it's not something pretty, just buy something. I've got some business I need to take care of, and I uh.. don't know if I'm going to leave or not. So.. I thought I'd give it to you as a sort of.. Gah. Never mind, I don't even know what I'm talking about" C gave up trying to explain the situation.
 
"Sort of a what, C? Spit it out," Holland replied, an expectant expression on her face. "You aren't really making any sense right now."
 
"Well.. like a uh.. a protection thing. You might be loosing a member of the gang for a bit and you don't know what will happen. A big brother kinda thing, if you will. I don't know. Like, when your parents left for the weekend and they left you $100 for food, but they made you clean your room to get it? This is like that, but without the work." Chris tried to explain. "I know it sounds stupid, but.. I don't want you getting hurt. Again, nothing is finalized, I might not even be leaving, but.. you never know."
 
"I could come with you, you know. I'm not some kid that you have the responsibility to protect," Holland snapped a little harsher than she meant to. She knew she was one of the only girls in the gang, and had been aiming to prove herself as an equal. Hell, she had shot the Pride leader today.
 
"Yea.. I know you could. I didn't mean it like that. It's not a responsibility. I'm under no obligation to even be here right now. Hell, I could be in New York, or Los Angeles living like a king. But I'm not." C replied. "As for you coming with me. I don't know. This isn't a gang related thing, and it won't involve violence or guns. It's a personal thing I do every year."
 
Chris looked down. "It could be. I know I'm supposed to be this.. big bad gangster who does drugs and kills people.. but. They're old. They need my help. I go every year, and I help them out. Whatever problems they have.. I fix. Is someone bothering them? That person disappears. Do they need 15k for a house repair? It's in their bank account the next day. Anything." he took another shot.
 
Holland studied Chris for a moment. She felt a pang of pain, wishing that she had parents of her own to check in on. "That's very chivalrous of you," she said thoughtfully. "And it's okay, we're human. Feelings and relationships like that exist even when you're a big bag gangster," she ended lightly.
 
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