Chapter 1: Recruitment
I let out a sigh as I left my cruddy apartment at 10pm on a small food run. I'm usually a late eater and stupid me forgot to go grocery shopping after work today. So here I was, a small girl that's barely 19, walking the dark streets of Stilwater, on my way for some food. If I'm lucky Freckle Bitch's might still be open. I passed by a cheapskate of a man trying to sell me a fake rolex.
"Watches! I've got watches here! Yo! Hey shawty, this shit'd cost you 600 dollars in the store...aw whatever...Watches!"
I passed by him and sighed, brushing a bit of my hair back out of my eyes. A hooker stepped in front of me and it was obvious that she didn't care who I was or what gender I was. She just wanted a client.
"Hey baby, I could show you a good time..." She smiled seductively at me and I gave a small, polite smile in return.
"Oh hell no!" I looked over and saw a group of guys wearing a lot of yellow standing in front of a wall covered i graffiti. I squinted my eyes and saw that it said 'Rollerz'. One of the guys glared and threw his arms up.
"Man! Fuck the Rollerz!"
The second guy turned to the third, who had a can of spray paint.
"Llevar! You gonna let those bitches disrespect us?!" The third guy, named Llevar, glared at the guy and went up to the grafittied wall.
"Shit, what you think?!" He raised the spray paint can and shook it, before spray painting over the graffiti in yellow paint.
A group of three more guys in blue came up to them. One had a bat.
'Oh, shit.' I thought, 'this is gonna get ugly.' Though I couldn't make myself move. I was frozen to the spot as I watched the blue guys stop in front of the yellow guys.
"The fuck you think you're doing?!" The guy with the bat yelled.
"Jus' bein' civic-minded, is all." One of the yellow guys said as the stood in front of the blue guys.
I finally understood who the guys were though. It took me a bit, but I got it. They were from two of the different gangs that I remembered hearing about. Yeah that's it. The yellow guys were from the gang called...The Vice Kings and the blue guys were from a gang called The Westside Rollerz. That explained the graffiti.
"That so?" said a Rollerz. I snapped back into the conversation and listened.
"Yeah, some dumb ass cracka went and shit on this wall, an' we jus' cleanin' it up." The VK in the middle said and took a step closer to the Rollerz.
Big mistake.
The guy with the bat swung it and hit the VK in the head with it, sending blood everywhere. I stared in horror at the scene that unfolded before my eyes.
Llevar, the VK with the spray paint, hit the Roller with the bat in the face with his spray paint can, knocking him down. The Roller on bat guy's left swung at Llevar, but he dodged it and sprayed yellow spray paint in his eyes. The Roller hit his knees with a scream of pain as he rubbed at his eyes. Meanwhile the last Roller was duking it out with the heavier set VK.
The Roller that Llevar hit with his spray paint can got up and ran passed me and the shocked hooker. Llevar wasn't having it though he chased him and through the spray paint can, hitting the the Roller in the back of his head, causing said Roller to stumble and fall before getting up and continuing on as a flashy red car pulled up with guys in red, who held guns. I stared in horror as the guy in the passenger seat, he had a red bandana covering his mouth, pointed his gun at me.
"Hector says 'Buenas notches...'" He let off a barrage of bullets and I dropped to the ground as someone yelled shit and the remainig VKs and Rollerz pulled out their own firearms. A couple of the Rollerz and VKs got hit as their bullets mainly hit the red car. these must be Los Carnales. The bandana wearing Carnale stopped to reload his gun as his gang members kept firing.
Another mistake, stopping like that with no protection.
Llevar came up with a simple pistol and got right up to the car before putting a bullet in the bandana guy's head, only to get shot down by another Carnale. The Roller that had ran passed me had come back with a huge fuckin' gun.
"Fuckin' bitch," he yelled.
The Roller let the bullets loose at the Carnales. The driver started the car and floored it. Too late though. The Roller hit him right in the back and I had to dive out of the way as the car almost hit me. I laid there on my back as I watched the Carnales car hit a wall and burst into flames. Their was still one Carnale alive, but not longer. The Roller with the big gun slowly walked up to wear he laid on the ground and pointed his gun at him. As the Carnale tried to get up, the Roller shot him multiple times. A VK came up behind said Roller and shot him in the head with his pistol.
The Roller hit the ground and the VK turned and saw me laying still on the ground. He slowly made his way to me as I crawled backwards, away from him. He pointed his gun at me.
"Wrong time, wrong place shawty."
I closed my eyes, waiting for the shot.
I heard a gun being fired, but felt no pain from the bullet. I slowly opened my eyes. The VK was dead at my feet from a bullet to the head. Two men wearing purple stood in front of me. 'Great' I thought sarcastically. 'More gang members.'
One of the men was white with golden like hair and hazel eyes. He had a small beard and mustache and a cigarette was held between his lips. He's holding a gun that he is still pointing at the fallen VK member.
The other guys is a black man with brown eyes and his hair hidden under his hat. He held his hand out for me to take.
"You okay, playa?" I took his hand and he helped me up.
"Julius, let's move!" The other guy with the gun said. I tried to support myself but I hissed in pain as I tried to walk on my left ankle. Julius, I think his name was, wrapped his arm around my waist and I put mine over his shoulder. He helped me over to the sidewalk as the other had his gun ready in case any more gangs showed up.
Julius helped me sit on the sidewalk and I leaned against the wall. He knelt down and looked down at my ankle.
"That don't look so bad, you should be fine." He gestured to the other guy. "That's Troy. You can thank him later." I smiled at Troy in thanks but he rolled his eyes.
"Hey." He said simply.
"The Row's ain't safe no more, son." He continued. "We got gangs fightin' over shit that ain't theirs, and you in the way. They don't care if you're representin' or not." I hung onto Julius's every word. But Troy on the other hand looked annoyed.
"Julius, this is no time to recruit." He said with an air of impatience. Julius turned to look at Troy.
"We need all the help we can get, son." Julius frowned.
"No, we need to get our asses out of here." Troy gestured around us.
"In a minute!" He glared at Troy and turned back to me. "Look the Row's got a problem. Come to the Church when you want to be part of the solution." Julius stood up as I nodded to him. Him and Troy left just as I heard sirens in the distance.
I slowly got to my feet and limped down a nearby alleyway to avoid any cops. And like that I slowly limped home, my hunger long forgotten.
