I grew up. [Inactive]

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I grew up. - A group of young friends are thrown into the real world, and forced to make drastic decisions.

You've been friends since Kindergarten.

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But, what they didn't tell you, is how bad the real world is.


You lived in a perfect utopia. The society was perfect, there was no hunger, war, or poverty. Everyone was given equal opportunity, and rights. But what happens when your perfect world is crumbled around you? You're forced into the real world. How do you survive? Gangs. You're all moved to Detroit where some of you clump together and form your own gangs, while others leave and...
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(just to give you guys a headsup, I'm not looking for specific length. More than a sentence, but a one liner is fine)
 
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Blake stifled a yawn, putting her hand to her mouth. She wasn't supposed to be here, and she was trying to be quiet.


"We need to rise the top! Those damn Bay Hellhounds are no match for us! But what do they do? They sit there, claiming their authority, while they're letting us, US, do all the dirty work for us! And how do we feel about this, huh?"


The small crowd murmured in agreement, and the leader, Derek, continued, encouraged.


"And what do WE do?! We're out there everyday, fightin for out lives! Scrounging for food, and desperately trying to stay alive! That's what we do!"


Blake yawned again, bored. Being one of the youngest members of the gang, she wasn't allowed to be at the "big important meeting" that Derek held once a week.


As was obvious, as Blake gazed around, none of the other younglings liked this rule either. Just by looking around, she could spot and name at least 3 other kids her age, and she was sure that there were others listening in.


Blake flipped her eyes back to the flames of the small fire in the middle of the clearing, and chuckled as Derek made a joke.
 
Chris walked down the street, with his 9mm pistol underneath his baggy clothing. He looked around, hoping to find someone to deal too. He stopped behind a corner, hidden from plain site, and pulled out a tinfoil ball. He opened it up, and took some of the white powder inside of it. Before anyone could stop him, he snorted it. 'It's gonna be a good day,' he thought to himself. He continued walking down the street, when he saw it. Two North Devil gang members surrounding blatantly obvious Bay Hellhounds. Without thinking he pulled out his pistol and shot several rounds at the two ND members. Within seconds they were dead, and he was in the back of a Cadillac smoking blunts with a couple of homies.


"Ey yo, Jay, what you got?" C asked.


"Nofin right now," Jay responded "But I tink by tomorrow I should have somefin or another"


Chris got out of the Cadillac and walked into his run down apartment. He sat down on his couch, and slowly drifted into a laid back sleep.
 
Ryder walked through the crowd, trying to keep his target, a young woman who probably owed a massive dept to her 'employers', in his peripheral vision.


"I would think that a organization like the South Devils would give a bigger beginner challenge than killing a woman as simple as this, and all I have to do is make sure that I don't draw attention to myself?" He thought as he looked for an opening, until she waved down a taxi and he saw his chance. When one stopped and she got in, he ran into the shotgun seat of the taxi and tried to act panicked.


"I'm sorry but I hate crowds like that and I began to feel faint and I'm I'm I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for bursting in like this I'll leave."


"No, it's okay you can stay here, just provided you are willing to pay for some of the travel." Said the woman.


"Thank you thank you thank you, I will pay for this whole trip!"


The cab went for a few minutes before Ryder asked if they could turn onto a side street so he could get home, and waited until they reached a street with no houses facing that way and nobody to see the car nor care about it.


"Okay this is close enough, I would really rather not be seen in a cab too close to home, you know what I mean? So how much do I pay?" said Ryder still acting like a idiotic teenager.


"Whatever kid, that'll be twen-Hhkk" As Ryder proceeded to drive a knife into his throat.


"Oh my god oh my god, I'm so sorry, I will pay the money just please don't kill me!" She said pleading.


"Too late for that, and have a nice afterlife." Ryder threw the knife at her throat. He then put the two of them in the trunk and began driving along the river out of the city. Once he was out of there he propped up the bodies, forced the man's foot on the gas pedal and watched the cab roll into the water. Finally he threw his jacket into the water half a mile away and began walking, not the cleanest of murders but that was kinda fun.


(Good luck finding DNA in a cab and imagine he was wearing gloves)
 
Galen was walking down the street in an area controlled by the bay Hellhounds. "Wassup homie?" He heard someone say behind him. It was another Hellhounds gang member. "Nothin much homie, just chi-" He was cut off half way, There were two north devils at the end of the street. It was Suicide for members of another gang to enter other gang controlled neighbourhoods without declaring their presence first. "The fuck these bitches doing in our hood?" Galen said before walking swiftly towards them followed closely by the other gang member. As he got closer they noticed him, they went for their guns, Galen was quicker. He pulled his Glock out and shot one straight in the face. "Put your fuckin down bitch!" He yelled to other North Devil. Galen and the other gang member both had their guns on him. The North devil gang member dropped the gun and kicked it to galen, glen picked it up and put in the back of his jeans. He pulled out his iphone and rag another gang member "Yo, We just wasted a North devil fool, come get a cleaning crew in the bitch Asap or we'll have police up in this motherfucker soon" He said into the phone. "Aight" The gang member on the other end said "where you at?" "Outside G's place, we're gonna teach him a lesson in there" Galen replied. "Aight, i got boys on their way now I'm uncultured" The gang member replied. "Ok, later homie" Galen hang up. "Get yo motherfuckin ass in there fool" Galen yelled at the north devil gang member, as he pointed his gun towards a run down apartment.
 
"You would think the South Devils would be organized enough to ensure their backs are being watched," Holland said to nobody in particular as she stood on the roof of a building a short distance from one of Detroit's many fully loaded banks. She watched with amusement as members of the South Devil gang filed out of the bank unnoticed by the public, duffel bags slung over their shoulders. As they fled, Holland strolled to the edge of the building and counted. Four SD's, two bags. Must be a minor robbing then. They began running in Holland's direction, exactly where she had predicted they would go, an alley directly below her that would conceal them from the public's prying eye. It was almost too easy, but then again Holland had memorized their escape patterns.


In order to avoid being seen by one of the South Devil members, Holland swiftly swung herself over the edge of the building. Her hands found the ladder she had been aiming for, and she descended the building with ease. She remained a story aboveground, and waited patiently for a South Devil to make an appearance. There, she thought as one rounded the corner. With lightning speed, Holland launched herself off of the platform and threw a sharp knife at the SD's lung. She grinned as her weapon hit its mark, and ran forward as the three remaining gang members flew into the alley. Quick to make no hesitation, Holland pulled her handgun from its holster and opened fire. The SD's that had been carrying guns were shooting back, but their aim was off. Seconds later, Holland had put a bullet in each of their heads.


Knowing that the gunshots had probably caught the attention of nearby cops, Holland hastily untangled the duffel bags from the dead SD's and fled the scene. Her escape route was already mapped out in her head, so after a few minutes of running Holland was able to slow her pace to a walk. She unzipped one of the bags and relished the sight of a mountain of cash close to spilling out of the bag. Holland closed it back up, a smile spreading on her face as she made her way back to her own gang.
 
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There was an undeniable thump as the handle of Nathan's gun connected with the back of the gangster's head. "Like the fella once said; 'Ain't that a kick in the head?'" Nathan smiled, and then holstered his Desert Eagle. "What was a Bay Hellhound doing down here anyway?" He dragged the barely concious man over to the police car and threw him into the boot. "They call me N," he said as he slammed down the lid. He tapped the window, take 'im away."


He had been passing an alley on his way home, when Nathan noticed an abandoned cab. With one hand resting lightly on his gun, he approached, to find two dead bodies inside. "F***ing gangsters," he said aloud, to himself. He upholstered his gun and began searching the vehicle and surrounding perimeter. Stab wounds, he thought. No fight. Insider job... Poorly done I must say so myself... He whipped out his phone and called in the homicide department, describing the situation and requesting a forensics team.
 
When Chris awoke he picked up his cellphone (originally spelled it like selfphone) and called Galen. Almost #1 in his contact list, and frequently called for 'bodily disposal' he wanted to see what was up.


"Hey G, what you doin?"


(sorry.. normally they won't be this short. I just can't continue without a response)
 
Galen grabbed a sledgehammer from the corner of the room that him and the other gang member had forced the North Devil into. He walked up to the Member they had just beaten up, raised the sledgehammer above his head and slammed into down hard, shattering the North devil gang members hand. "UGHHHHH" The member groaned in pain. "You think you can come into my hood fool?" Galen said before kicking the wounded North Devil in the face. His phone started to ring, it was Chris. He answered it and responded "Not much Homie just teachin a SD a lesson, can you believe he came into my hood, stupid ass bitch..." Galen replied.
 
When Chris heard the response he grinned. "Good, make sure they dead fo' yo leave homie. Sometimes dem fools don't die" and he laughed. "Ay, yo, you got nything on you right now? I'm dyin' to get hooked up on somethin'. I gots several people wantin' to buy." C explained his situation to Galen. "Don't worry, I'll pay you back, you know I'm good fo' it."


He texted Holland, "Want to go cap some fools'? I got nothin better 2 do"
 
Holland was nearing what she called home with the Bay Hellhounds when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and read Chris's message. She replied with, "I don't see why not. Where you at?"
 
Chris responded to Holland. "My place, u know where it's at? The shitty run down apartment xD " continuing his conversation with G, he told him he had to go.


Laying back on the couch he waited for Holland to show up.
 
"Homie, i got 60 keys of coke shipped in today, goin on the street tonight" Galen replied. Still on the phone Galen went up to the ND gang member and pull him by the hair into the bathroom of the Apartment. "Put your mouth on the edge of the bath bitch" He said to the ND gang member.
 
"There goes another member," Ada murmured as she sat back and watched the images running through the multitude of monitors in front of her, the only source of light in her dark room. She watched as some in the South Devils were killed by others in another gang. As a hacker, Ada had gotten easy access to every security camera in the city. She had even managed to get some people from her group, the South Devils, to install hidden microphones and cameras in some of the more obscure places.


Stretching her back and groaning in relief at the sound of her bones popping, Ada stood and left her bedroom. She went into the kitchen and took a cold water bottle from the fridge, downing the liquid and not caring if some water had gotten on her long nightgown. After finished the bottle in a few gulps, Ada walked over to the tall windows that had the perfect view of the city from above, starting at the bustling and dangerous nightlife below her feet. After the death of her grandparents, Ada received a good sum of money from inheritance, and combined with her earnings that she got as a hacker, Ada could be considered a rich person. So she did what most others would do with that sort of money, get herself a room in the most expensive apartment complex in the city. Also a state-of-the-art security system to help watch her back, considering her affiliations.


"The city is very lively tonight," she quietly commented as she watched the lights below. After a few moments of silence, Ada threw the bottle in the recycling bin and went back into her room to see what was going on in the city through her monitors.


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After reading Chris's reply, Holland altered her course and arrived at his apartment. She didn't bother knocking; she knew he was expecting her arrival. Holland strode into the room and dropped the duffel bags onto the floor. "Special delivery. Happy whatever the hell today is," she mused, taking the blade she had used on one of the South Devils and wiping the blood on her sleeve.
 
Miles waited in an alleyway behind a dumpster, gun drawn. "They should be coming through here any second now." There had been a kidnapping a short time ago; some big political figure of sorts. He had been visiting a local school when the South Devils had burst in a abducted him. He would most likely be brought to some secluded location and held for ransom. Miles had been listening in on a police radio he got a hold of, tracking their location. If he was correct, there were four people on foot, one the hostage, and they were heading this way. Miles had deduced that they would most likely have to come through the alley in order to loose the cops, so there he was.


Hearing the increasing sound of footsteps, Miles swung out from behind the dumpster, blocking the path of the hostage takers. Acting quickly, he bashed in the face of the closest member with the back end of his pistol, swinging it with enough force to knock him unconscious. As one of the others began to raise his gun, Miles quickly dashed towards him, twisting his wrist with enough force to cause a loud snap to wring through the air. He then threw the now disabled gangster into the person who was holding the hostage. Both the hostage and the taker were sent tumbling to the ground, and before they could react, Miles placed a bullet in each of the gang members knees. He nodded to the hostage, then made his escape.


Even though he was a part of the Bay Hellhounds, he saw no reason to kill in that situation. the cops would be close behind, so they would take the injured and arrest them. He only killed when it was necessary, but when he did he felt a thrill, something that scared him plenty. Even the simple act of capping the knees sent a chill down his spine. Grinning as he heard the sound of sirens at the end of the alley, Miles dove into an abandoned home, taking a short rest.
 
When Ryder was back at his apartment he decided he had left the issue alone for long enough. He picked up his phone, clicked on the name 'South Devils Contact'


'As you probably know I have killed the woman I was told to kill, I disposed of the body so I should remain inconspicuous for now. Am I in the gang now?' He texted the person who was supposedly able to keep an eye on new recruits, probably a hacker.
 
Holland smirked, and unzipped the bags. "Managed to hijack a SD robbery. The South Devils are getting too damn confident- think they've got eyes in the back of their filthy heads." She eyed the money. "I'd say I gathered a couple grand give or take," Holland added, reloading her larger handgun and shoving her Colt Mustang into her leather jacket pocket while she checked her knife belt.
 
Blake yawned and stretched, and quietly slipped out of the meeting place. She jumped gracefully along the roofs, making no noise as she hopped on the roof of a wrecked up apartment. Nobody was ever here when she came around, so she figured nobody lived here...


What in the WORLD?!? People where in there!


Stealthily, she poked her head down to see through a window, surprised when she saw a guy and girl... With guns.


Uh-oh....


There was no way she was gonna be able to get down off the roof without making noise, and these were obviously gangsters.
 
Chris looked down at it. "What are we gunna do with it?" he asked. "Buy a hotel room for a few days?" he said sarcastically, but with a serious connotation.


He walked into his back room, and grabbed a small package, and tossed it to Holland. "Bit of coke if you wanna sell it. I'm trying to leave the trade game. More for me." Chris laughed.
 
Blake decided to make use of her situation. She quietly swung over the side of the building and clung to it, listening intently.


Oh yes, Derek would be happy with her-if she managed to pull it off.
 
Holland shrugged, catching the package in the air and slipping it into a pocket of her leather jacket. "A hotel suite would beat this shithole any day, Chris," she replied with a laugh.
 
C pushed her playfully. "Well then, you try living in a better place with the salary I'm livin. Lucky enough you even got that gift. That was a months paycheck right there girly. However, if you're inclined on going to that hotel..." he winked. Turning to face out the window, he looked down at the streets. He gave his gun one final cock to make sure it was loaded, before heading out the front door. "I'll be waiting downstairs!" he yelled at Holland.
 
Blake scaled around the building, wincing as her foot failed to find a foothold in one spot. It looked like, to her, that the male was in charge. She would tail him.


She found a window sill to put her foot on, and quickly regained her balance... Before freezing. The window that she had put her foot on led directly to the room with the girl in it. A flash of panic crossed her face, before she swung away from the window, breathing heavily.
 
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