I grew up. [Inactive]

Chris stood up, and tackled Holland, laughing. "Come with me." he whispered to her. "There ain't nothing for me here, but death.. eventually." Chris gave her a faint smile.
 
Holland giggled when he tackled her, grabbing his wrist in a pitiful attempt to twist on top of him. "Come with you where?" she asked.
 
"Anywhere. Does it even matter?" Chris noticed her grabbing his wrist, and let her have this one. "We all know if we stay here we're gonna wind up dead, or worse. Working at McDonald's." C said sarcastically. He knew his dream was nothing but a false sense of reality, but he wished nothing more than for it to come true.
 
Holland flipped him onto his back, her elbows propped up on his chest. "All I've ever done and known is kill or be killed. Survive or die. I haven't had a normal job or a normal life. Not even a damn family to care for," she groaned, almost angrily.
 
Chris looked at her, with an apologetic look. He tensed, like he was about to roll, but then relaxed. "I guess you're right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say something stupid. It was just a stupid fantasy, anyway." C said.
 
Holland frowned, and rolled off of Chris. "It's fine, my life's a living hell and it will stay that way until I get myself killed." She stood uneasily, a sly grin on her face. "But then again, it has it's perks."
 
"What perks could this life have." C asked gloomily. "Nevermind. I need to stop (stahp) being so negative all the time." he said to himself. Chris stood up, stumbling several times, and walked over to the bag.
 
"You tend to find the perks in your sucky life when you have no good life to go back to or remember," Holland mused, tripping and hitting the wall but catching herself. She cursed, blood dripping from her gun wound. Too lazy to deal with it, or even to care, Holland ignored it and grabbed one of the duffel bags.
 
Chris grabbed the other bag, and completely and utterly missed the first step, falling down the stairs until rock bottom. "Ow" he moaned upwards. After being confused for a few minutes, he laughed and stood up. Chris opened the car door, and through the bag in the back.
 
Laughter escaped Holland's lips as she jumped the stairs. She made it to the car when she suddenly heard sirens headed their way. "Shitt," she said, wiping the dripping blood from the side of her head. "We gotta go, Chris."
 
"Where are we going?" he asked in a panic. "I don't know where the safe house is.. where is.. wait." Chris laughed. "We can go to the sewers maybe. It's nice and alone and quiet also. Nobody will find us. But it smells."
 
Holland groaned. "We'll go to my place," she said before abruptly turned on the car and dashed away from the cops.
 
Chris sat in the car, low enough that the cops wouldn't see him if they drove by. He started falling asleep, as he was sobering up.
 
After a few minutes of driving, Holland arrived at her place, which was a small abandoned house on the outskirts of Piro's that she found exploring the Hellhound safe house . She parked the car, letting Chris sleep while she got the duffel bags out of the back.
 
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Chris woke up, to Holland moving bags around. "Gah woman, do you ever stop making so much noise?" C complained. He got out of the car, and rubbed his eyes. He was definitely bored.
 
"I make noise when I want to, and that includes when I want to slam a car door," Holland yelled over her shoulder as she walked up to the porch. "Drunk ass," she said under her breath.
 
A month has passed since her brother in law was killed. Although she became a member of the South Devils at the age of 16, she was not a full-time member until her brother in law was killed by the North Devils. Once a Loving, Nice and Caring person, Amaterasu Tang is now nothing more then a Vengeful Killing Machine. Now a Godmother to be, Amaterasu can only hope to either live long enough to see her Goddaughter or die trying. Today, while waiting for another call from her superiors, Amaterasu trained day in and day out.
 
Shortly after getting the text telling him to be less serious, Ryder decided he should let Amaterasu Tang know he had been let in since she had been the one to suggest he aim for a job in assassination for the South Devils.


'Hello Amaterasu Tang, I have made it onto the list of assassins for the gang. Thank you. - Ryder Lynton' His text read.
 
After reading the text, Amaterasu smiled after seeing that one of her fellow gang members had been successful. Before going back to training, she replied 'Congratulations. I'm looking forward to seeing what you're capable of.' She then walked back towards a Punching Bag and returned to throwing punches, knees, kicks and elbows at it.
 
It was 3am. Galen woke up to a thump coming from his living room. Galen lived alone in a small apartment, in Downtown Piro. Galen grabbed the gun from under his pillow and moved quitly to his bedroom door. Some people would consider this to be paranoia, but he had a right to be paranoid. Many rival gangs knew who Galen was, for such a young age Galen was extremely brutal which made him quite well known. He heard footsteps coming his way. He pointed his gun at the door. All of a sudden there was a huge loud thud and a masked figure charged down the door and was instantly shot five times by Galen. The first thing Galen did was check for any Tatoos, he soon discovered that this was an assasination attempt on his life by the South Devils.
 
Blake swayed on her feet, trying to keep her eyes open. It was early in the morning, and the sun still had a few hours until it rose. She hadn't slept for days.


Derek looked worriedly at his leader, watching the fatigue in her limbs and eyes and how she swayed easily with the wind.


He stood up and walked over to her. "Blake. Go to sleep."


She quickly shook her head and said sleepily "My people aren't asleep, and so I shan't."


She looked at Derek, almost forgetting to open her eyes when she blinked.


He scowled at her and crossed his good arm across his chest. Then he poked her.


She hardly kept herself from falling as the slight weight pushed her off balance.


Derek gently took hold of her hands and looked her in the eyes. "Normally you would have snapped my fingers in half if I had done that. Your reflexes aren't up to the challenge of a gang war, and you're not thinking straight. Go to bed."


He swooped her off her feet, her protesting feebly, and he carefully laid her down on her cot. By the time her head hit the cot, she was fast asleep.


Watching her still form, Derek couldn't help but smile. She looked exactly like what she looked like when he first saw her; Young, inexperienced, weak, and vulnerable.


He leaned down and gently brushed her hair with his fingers, and kissed her, making sure not to wake her up.


He quickly walked out of the room, glancing behind him one more time at the sleeping form of Blake, before he went to go check on the people, making sure they had at least 5 people on watch while the others slept.


He walked back to her bedside(cot side?) and sat on a stool, gazing at her.
 
Chris, got out of the car, and helped Holland move the bags to her apartment. "No, but seriously, what are we gonna do with this money?" he asked, returning to his sober self. "Weapons will be a big buying point, but other than that.. what are we gonna use it on?" C asked weekly. He was still tired, and the cocaine was starting to run out of his system. It wouldn't be long before he crashed again. "Mind if I stay at your place for a bit?" Chris asked her lightly. "Not like that."


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A phone started to ring. Galen hurried around looking for his phone and after a few seconds he found it. "Yo" he said into the phone as a substitute for "hello". "We found a house that theyre in, Its well guarded" The voice on the other end spoke. "Well ready a car bomb" He spoke back into the phone. "Aight". They had found the whereabouts of Blake and some other members of the Pride.


(OOC theres no way you could know this will happen, and this should kill Blake, but maybe Derek? then you can go on a manhunt for galen, will make the story exciting! just a suggestion of course, and the maybe you can enlist the help of the south devils? idk up to you)
 
"Yeah that's fine," Holland replied, tossing the duffel bags onto the couch in the run down living room. "And to answer your question, I don't really know what we are going to do with all of this money. I wonder what the South Devils intended to use it for."


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"How much did you say was in it again?" Chris asked her curiously. If it was as much as he thought it was.. there was a new toy he'd been wanting to try. "Roughly.. of course"


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