. “You’re buying me a new one,” Isabella hugged herself, it was cold at night.
The streets of the capital at night were extremely dangerous. Violent gangs of muggers plagued the city, killing and stealing from the unsuspecting. Rival gangs existed and battled with each other for dominance of a particular community. Arcadian guards could do little to prevent such tragedies.
“Hey, hey, this is our turf! Back off before I unleash the rest of the sharks on you,” the man was part of the elite sharks. He was tall and had dark brown skin; he wore a purple cap with a shark at the front, marking his allegiance.
“Actually, this is our turf now, order of Mr. Hash himself,” the other man wore a black cap, with the symbol of a skull on it. He was part of a rival gang known as “death”; they were the most feared gang in the capital.
“Look, I don’t give a damn what your boss says. Now you better run off unless you want your cap blown off.” He pulled out his pistol to demonstrate.
There was a gunshot; the shark fell to the ground, a bullet through his skull. Another death member emerged from the darkness.
“You owe me.”
“Whatever.”
“You boys lost? Or do you want to end up like him?” Several shark members turned around the corner, some carried assault rifles and hand guns, while others carried blades and knives. They were dressed identically with the same purple cap.
“Ah sh—,” they fell to the ground, drenched in blood.
“Walker I’m scared,” Isabella heard gunshots from afar, wondering if she would be the next victim.
“Don’t worry, it’s only a few more blocks,” Walker checked his pistol. They continued down the street, away from the street lights. Walker knew about the rival gangs at night, he was once part of them. He remembered the innocent people he saw, the people who were mercilessly gunned down on sight. He also remembered the way his fellow gang left behind for dead, after being shot in the chest. He remembered lying on the ground for hours, waiting for help, until he was finally found and rushed to hospital. It was because of this he was sent to join the army, to “straighten” up his act and give him a new try at life. He wished he could have forgotten.
“South Bedford, this is the place,” Walker walked up to the 452 door. The door knob was covered in rust and only small section of the paint remained on the door itself. The door was stiff, and hard to open, but eventually gave way, along with several of its screws. Inside were several mattresses, and a radio from the old days.
“We best get some sleep, Wolf shouldn’t be too long now,” Walker put away the gun onto the window sill. Guards were still on patrol outside, Walker felt safe from the gangs.
Isabella was half dead; it was almost one in the morning. The two had no trouble sleeping on the ground.
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
. “You’re buying me a new one,” Isabella hugged herself, it was cold at night.
The streets of the capital at night were extremely dangerous. Violent gangs of muggers plagued the city, killing and stealing from the unsuspecting. Rival gangs existed and battled with each other for dominance of a particular community. Arcadian guards could do little to prevent such tragedies.
“Hey, hey, this is our turf! Back off before I unleash the rest of the sharks on you,” the man was part of the elite sharks. He was tall and had dark brown skin; he wore a purple cap with a shark at the front, marking his allegiance.
“Actually, this is our turf now, order of Mr. Hash himself,” the other man wore a black cap, with the symbol of a skull on it. He was part of a rival gang known as “death”; they were the most feared gang in the capital.
“Look, I don’t give a damn what your boss says. Now you better run off unless you want your cap blown off.” He pulled out his pistol to demonstrate.
There was a gunshot; the shark fell to the ground, a bullet through his skull. Another death member emerged from the darkness.
“You owe me.”
“Whatever.”
“You boys lost? Or do you want to end up like him?” Several shark members turned around the corner, some carried assault rifles and hand guns, while others carried blades and knives. They were dressed identically with the same purple cap.
“Ah sh—,” they fell to the ground, drenched in blood.
“Walker I’m scared,” Isabella heard gunshots from afar, wondering if she would be the next victim.
“Don’t worry, it’s only a few more blocks,” Walker checked his pistol. They continued down the street, away from the street lights. Walker knew about the rival gangs at night, he was once part of them. He remembered the innocent people he saw, the people who were mercilessly gunned down on sight. He also remembered the way his fellow gang left behind for dead, after being shot in the chest. He remembered lying on the ground for hours, waiting for help, until he was finally found and rushed to hospital. It was because of this he was sent to join the army, to “straighten” up his act and give him a new try at life. He wished he could have forgotten.
“South Bedford, this is the place,” Walker walked up to the 452 door. The door knob was covered in rust and only small section of the paint remained on the door itself. The door was stiff, and hard to open, but eventually gave way, along with several of its screws. Inside were several mattresses, and a radio from the old days.
“We best get some sleep, Wolf shouldn’t be too long now,” Walker put away the gun onto the window sill. Guards were still on patrol outside, Walker felt safe from the gangs.
Isabella was half dead; it was almost one in the morning. The two had no trouble sleeping on the ground.