Hello everyone, and thank you for taking interest in my story. Maybe you have read Adopted Secrets before clicking on this story. If you have, you might recognize most of the OC's used in this story. The main reason for rewriting this story is because I was disappointed with the original story and its characters. The spelling and grammar in this story might not be perfect (it most likely isn't) and some of the characters might be OOC sometimes (I'm still learning) but I'll do my best. Before we start, I'd like to point out that this chapter will have loads of swearing in it. And violence. Also, I do not own Ouran High School Host Club and its wonderful characters. I do however own Lisa and other OC's, so please do not steal them.
Now, let's start the show!
I pull my purple hoodie further over my head and shiver. It's cold outside. Next to me sits a teenage boy of my age on the same pile of bricks. He lights up a fag. His green Mohawk stands out from his pale skin.
"Do you really have to light another one? You just spat your last fag on the ground." I ask disgusted. He glares at me with his red eyes. "I like my fags as much as you like Shade's tiny dick, thank you very much."
"Fucker. You're just jealous because I got him before you." I respond, teasing him about his bisexuality. Why does he have to take it out on my boyfriend? Shade's dick is probably bigger than his. At least, it's big enough for me.
"Hey, no disrespecting the bi." He says, ending the conversation.
We wait in the alleyway for the slut who is supposed to come here to pay. I still don't know why people are stupid enough to get addicted to those drugs. I mean, you really don't look cool hanging on the street as a hobo. Ok, I might be hanging on the street right now, but I'm not dressed as a dirty hobo. Finally, the whore arrives. I don't know her name, but I don't care. As long as she gives my money.
"A-are you members of the Shadow Roses?"
I glance up to the roof, where another friend of ours, Sniper, is looking at the street. He gives me a nod, showing there aren't any police nearby. I nudge my comrade and we both nod. I pull up my hoodie to show her the tattoo of a black rose to prove it.
She hurries over to us. It's obvious she wants to get this done with as fast as possible. I can understand. While the Shadow Roses aren't exactly known for their violence, you seriously don't want to piss them off.
"$530 for half a pound cocaine, right?" She asks. I want to tell her it costs way more than that when Cheeky, the guy I am with, stomps on my foot. I can almost slap myself. Those kinds of questions are usually bait. Answer them and the police have proof.
Cheeky quickly grabs her and keeps her quiet while I search her body for mechanical devices. I find something and throw it on the ground. As I am stomping on it, Sniper signs the police are coming. I swear loudly and open the manhole. Cheeky pushes the girl into it before jumping in too. I quickly follow. Just in time, as I can already hear the cops coming.
The moment my feet touch the ground, I start running. The sewers are a maze, except for the ones who know how to use them. That's how the Shadow Roses stay out of the cops' paws.
When we are certain we aren't being followed, I take my knife out of my pocket and slit the girl's neck with a single slice. Cheeky and I search her for any money. Only twenty bucks. Shit. Those bitches carry less and less money.
"Fucking hell, another failure." I shout while Cheeky is ready to dump her body into the water. I grab him by the arm.
"Do you pay attention to Shade you dipshit? Don't throw it in the water."
"Says the one who almost give herself out to the police."
"Oh, says the guy who-"
"Let's just splash some water on the tiles and take her to the rest."
We cup our hands and splash some water over the ground, wiping away some of the blood. After 10 minutes or so we are done and start dragging the girl away.
"So, Liz, are you going to bang Shade tonight?"
Liz. Lisa. Only those of the same or higher rank can speak my real name. For everyone else, it's Heart. And no, I'm not called that because I'm 'the heart of the team'. I got that name because I once cut out someone's heart after getting really mad. I still need to learn how to control my temper…
"I want to, but we don't have any condoms at the moment and I don't want to lose my status because of a baby. What about you? How's your current girl- or boyfriend?"
"Mwah, don't know, don't care. Bitch left me after I threw my beer at her."
"Your lifestyle is gonna make us broke one day."
We argue some more until we reach of couple of guys who are about the same age of us. I don't know them personally, but they are the guys who are in charge of the bodies. They're still under us though.
"We got another one." I yell at them.
"Goddammit Heart, that's the fourth one this week. Get a grip on that murderous side of yours." One of them mutters.
"Oy! Don't talk to me like that asshole!" I growl at him. Cheeky puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Come on, don't make it five."
I'm still mad, but I nod. I might be in one of the highest ranks, but I have rules to follow. No killings inside the gang unless it's an order from Chief or if there is no other way.
"Fine, come on Josh." I say and Cheeky follows me out of the manhole. Cheeky isn't often called by his real name. I like the name Cheeky better. Just like everyone else. But I sometimes call him Josh if I'm not in the mood to joke around.
The manhole is hidden behind a couple of trashcans. I check if it's safe before running to a door in the wall.
"Heart and Cheeky reporting. Open the fucking door." I hiss at the girl behind the door through a hole and she opens. We step inside and I praise the girl by nodding at her.
Our home used to be a flat, but now we use it. For now. You never know when you're gonna move. I walk a couple of stairs and knock on a door. Trevor opens. While everyone has one or two tattoos of a black rose, Trevor's body is full with roses. He is also much older. Most of us are teens or young adults, but he has just become 32. His codename is Senior, he is the right-hand of Chief and there is an unwritten rule that nobody but him can have a long and awesome mustache. Trevor welcomes me with a smile and steps aside to let me in. Inside is Chief chewing on a sandwich while planning something.
"Yo, Fred, have you seen Shade?" I casually ask.
Chief stops and turns to look at me. Another unwritten rule is never dissing Chief's red hair. He looks pretty young (even though he is seventeen) with his bright blue eyes and freckles.
"You do now you have to call me Chief, right?" He says, even though he is smiling.
"Well, I always fuck around with authority…" I smirk at him. Senior hits me on the back of my head and Fred laughs.
"Sure you do. Now, as punishment, I condemn you to stay with Shade for the rest of your life in the computer room!" He says dramatically.
"Oh no!" I shout while trying to keep my laugh in. I should have already been kicked out because of the cheeky remarks I make. Thankfully, he can take a joke pretty often and he likes me. I am one of the co-founders of the Shadow Roses; so kicking me out would have been pretty hard in the first place.
But I get the hint and dramatically leave the room to head for the computer lab. On the way, I bump into Sniper.
"Hey, Li-" He starts, but I correct him.
"Tut tut tut. You're still not in a high enough place to call me that." I grin evilly at him. He sighs in response.
"Then when am I high enough?"
"Are we talking about being high?" Cheeky laughs and steps in. The blond guy before me blushes; he is still being a newbie to drugs and he has some dumb morals. He shakes his head.
"Nope."
I let the two guys be and walk down the hallway and climb a couple of stairs. The elevator doesn't work anymore, but I don't care. I hate being in small rooms anyways. Except if it's with my boyfriend. Then I would do anything. I reach the computer room and knock again. Shade opens and hugs me. I hug him back. I take a deep breath to take in his delicious smell. I look with my plain green eyes into his beautiful grey ones and kiss him.
"I wish we could fuck tonight." I moan and he pets me.
Shade is the only one who everyone refers to by his real name. It doesn't matter anyways, as everyone beneath us thinks it's a nickname. He doesn't talk either. He lost his tongue in a fight once, but he communicates with sign language and paper.
I stroke his chest and kiss him once more, letting my fingers find their way in his black hair with red dyed streaks. Unfortunately, he then signals he has to go back to work again. I groan and let him go. I blow him one last kiss and then walk to my own room. Maybe we can still watch a movie tonight.
The moment I step into my room I crash on my bed. I have to remind myself to lock my door before falling asleep. Once I'm asleep, you'll need a cannon to wake me. Once I have locked the door I fall on the bed again and fall asleep.
The next morning I wake up from an airhorn. That's everyone's way to wake me if they want to tell me something. It hangs outside my room. The rule is: knock and call my name three times. If nothing happens, then get the airhorn. Nobody steals it. Nobody rings it if they don't have a reason.
I remove a bit of drool from my mouth ("Goddammit, did I drool in my sleep again?") and walk to the door. My hair is a mess and my cloths stink, but I really don't care. I unlocked the door and open it. I hope it's Shade, but it's some other dude. I think his name is Kai. He is lower than me, so I don't really care.
"Chief wants to talk to you."
"Can't the motherfucker not come here himself?"
"No."
"I'm coming."
It's too early for me to get angry at stuff, so I just walk to Chief's room. I knock before coming in. Chief is happy to see me.
"Liz, good thing you're here."
"Yeah, well, how could I else after you send your bellboy to wake me up from my fucking sleep?"
He ignores it and shows me a couple of maps. Several spots have been marked.
"We are having trouble again with the Green Devils. We just got a tip that they are planning to undermine one of our transports again. I need you and a group of others to 'remove' that little problem." He says with a smirk. I know he wants me to kill those fuckers.
"I'm in. Do I get to choose myself or are you gonna choose again?" I say.
"I think you can choose this time yourself. I am sending Sniper with his gang after you though, just in case."
I nod, salute and march out of the room. I grab a couple of 'bellboys' and tell them to gather as much people as possible in the dining room. I make my way to the stage and wait for everyone to gather. About 30 minutes later, most of the people here are in the dining room, waiting for me. I smirk and step up.
"Alright, quiet everyone! Listen up; I need a group of dudes and chicks to dispose of a undermining of a transport and to kill some douchbags. Who wants to come?"
Most of the people raise their hands. I nod satisfied and point at a few people.
"Flight, you're gonna toughen up today. Bear, fuck no. I still remember last time. Dahlia, you're with me too. Shadow, you too. Chase, you're in luck, Chief will be happy if I show another newbie how things are done."
I select two more people (the twins Basher and Bird) and then announce I have enough people. The rest goes back to whatever they were doing. Sniper and his group stay to discuss the details.
"Why are these a-holes here?" Flight asks grumpy.
"Security. They always go with other groups to make sure the police aren't there and such." Shadow explains, flipping their long hair at him. I still don't know if Shadow is male or female. I don't care either. He is a troll and I don't care about trolls.
Sniper nods.
"My name is Sniper and these are my guys. I'll be watching you. Heart?"
I nod and show him the map. I place it on the table and we look at it. He points at a couple of places. "I'll put a few men there. Is that ok?"
My response is to shrug. I'm not good with strategy, so I wouldn't know. "Sure. You know best."
After finishing the rest of the topics of discussion, I head to my room to prepare myself for the mission. Bird is the one who knocks on my room to signal we should go. Together, we pick up the rest of the group and head out.
The sun is already setting as we climb one by one into the sewer. I lead them through the sewers to our destination. Chase, the newbie, has it hard. He isn't used to the smell yet so he is constantly gagging and covering his mouth and nose.
"Chase, stop being a fucking pussy." Basher says.
"Go easy on him, he's just a newbie. I suppose you were a chicken too the first time you came in here." Dahlia teases him. I feel a fight is coming up. That's the good thing about getting angry easily. You know when a fight is gonna happen.
"Shut the fuck up guys, focus."
We finally reach the manhole we need to climb out. I step on the ladder and slowly push one side of the heavy lid up to check if it's safe. After a while, I deem the place quiet enough and climb out. I look for a man of Sniper. I see one on a rooftop. He puts up his thump and I signal to the rest to get out. Once Chase has reached the surface, I place my hand on his shoulder.
"It will get better after a while." I say. It's true. Everyone says in the beginning it stinks and later on they fall quiet.
"Thanks." He responds.
"I'm just telling my experiences." I say back with a smile.
Bird looks at her watch. "According to the tip, the transport should be here soon. What do we do?"
I look around and try to remember one of Shade's strategies. "We surprise them. Get into hiding and wait until the transport comes. Once they get too close, we attack."
Everyone nods. We get into position and hide. Time passes. After 5 minutes, I'm getting pretty impatient.
"For fuck's sake where are they?" I mutter under my breath.
Then I see them. A couple of men dressed in street cloths. I can see a green tattoo on one of them. The car containing drugs can come any moment. A white car drives around the corner. The street men walk on the street before staying still before the car, forcing the driver to stop. One of our members steps out, looking furious.
"What the fuck is this?"
I glance towards one of Sniper's guys and he nods. Time to go. I take out my gun and take a shot towards one of them. One of the guys gets hit and falls to the ground. This is the cue for the others to start shooting too. The street guys take out their own guns and start shooting at us.
I try to get closer while still firing. I'm not that good of a shooter; I'm better with knives. I often only hit someone with a bullet if they aren't moving. But if I can get close enough, I might get the upper hand. I take a look behind me when I hear someone scream. Basher is holding Bird while still shooting. She's gone. I bite my lip. Bird might have been lower than me, I didn't mind her being around and she was pretty often on missions with me. But there is no time to cry. We have a battle to win. To win another victory in this war.
After a couple of minutes, we all start to run out of bullets. Shadow and Flight are injured badly and need medical attention. Basher seems to be traumatized by his sister's death. Dahlia, Chase and I are in the best shape. Two men of the street guys are dead and one is badly injured. There are still three or four guys left though.
The moment I see they are out of bullets, I put my gun back in my pocket and take out my knife. I charge towards them and stab one of them in the neck. Another guy tries to grab my arm but I kick him in the leg.
I scream when I feel a sharp pain in my back and almost lose my grip on my knife. I turn around to see a guy with a zapper. Did that motherfucker just electrocute me?!
Another pain confirms it. They have zappers. As I try to fight them off, one question lingers in my mind. Why do they have zappers? Gang members usually just have guns and knives. Not stuff like that.
A guy is able to catch my arm and twists it. I scream, but I don't let go of my knife. Then I see the tattoo on his neck and I freeze. The tattoo is green, but it is a snake instead of a horned skull. These guys aren't the Green Devils. In fact, no known gang has green snakes. These guys are undercover cops.
As I realize the mistake I made another cop electrocutes me again. This time, it's too much and I loose my grip on my knife. I swear loudly and still find the power to kick them. However, without a knife, I am barely a threat anymore and they easily push me to the ground. My wrists are pressed together and the handcuffs are placed on them.
I look at the rest. Shadow is lying dead on the ground along with Basher. Dahlia supports Flight as they try to get into the sewers again. I don't see Chase anywhere. I hope he made the right choice to get out of here and get help. But would that matter then? I mean, neither Chase, Dahlia or Flight know the sewers that good. Against the time they made it to the base, I'm already away from here.
Two cops pull me up and drag me to their police car, which is standing a few streets away from here.
Why didn't Sniper or his gang inform me of this? Did they see it too late?
I try to get out of their grip, but to no avail. They are simply too strong. They say things against me, but it goes straight through my head as I realize what happened.
I'm caught. I'm going to jail. Maybe I'll be even executed. Whatever it is, I will never see them again. I will never joke around with Chief anymore. I won't hang out with Senior anymore. I won't argue with Cheeky anymore. And I will never, ever be again with the love of my life.
As I am sitting in the car with a cop next to me, I can only stare at my hands.
I fucked up. If I only had waited to see what happened, I might have realized they weren't the guys we needed to kill. Now they have enough proof to get me in jail, or worse. If I only weren't so impatient…
The ride is short. When they arrive at the police station, they take me inside. My stuff had been already taken away. At least I wasn't carrying any drugs, so maybe they won't have enough to proof that we transport drugs. And other stuff.
During the questioning, I try not to say anything. Try to be surprised. Try not to get angry.
"We have proof you are connected to gang." The female officer says. I roll my eyes. "Well duh, I have a fucking black rose on my tummy. Everyone knows black roses are the sign of the Shadow Roses."
"If you cooperate with us, you might get a lighter punishment." She continues, like she didn't hear me.
Oh sure, me, one of the core members of the Shadow Roses gets a lighter punishment just because she rats out her friends. Lighter punishment my ass. I fucking killed so many people I lost count. How can you even think I will get a lighter punishment?
Instead of saying all of this, I just shrug.
"Let's start simple. How long have you been in the Shadow Roses now?"
Since the beginning, nine years ago. "About a year and a half. I was kicked out by my mother. You either join a gang then or you die alone on the streets. It's that simple."
I know she isn't completely taking my story, but she doesn't say anything about it. Lying is the best way here.
"How many others are in that gang?"
"I dunno, but it's pretty big." At least that's true.
"Where do you guys come together?"
"Do you really think I would tell you that?"
I avert my eyes and stare at the wall. I don't want to talk to her. She is working on my nerves.
"Do you know the leader?"
I'm silent for a moment. I really don't want to do this. I really don't want to tell her. But she is pressing on me. I can't rat out my friends though.
"Fuck off."
"I am repeating the question: do you know the leader?"
"And I repeat, go fuck yourself."
"This is a serious matter young lady."
"I am not a 'lady'!" I scream at her. Why is she acting like my mother used if she was angry? She has no right to look like her in any way!
I glare at her and she glares back.
"You are in big trouble, missy. We have enough proof that you have murdered several people. Your friends can't save you anymore, so you can better try to save yourself."
I nearly explode of anger. She has the nerves to tell me to rat out the people I hold dear.
"Save myself? Like I can. I know I won't see them again, whatever happens. So I rather die a hero than become a villain."
She laughs. "You? A hero? Girl, you have no idea how wrong you are."
"Oh really? A hero protects people. I've been protecting my friends, just like they protect me. The ones who died called for it. They shouldn't mess with us. They deserve to die."
"Nice friends you have then, abounding you while they run away."
Bam. That hit hard. I have no idea what to say. Is she right? Do they care for me? I shake my head. She's just messing with my head. I can't let her do that.
"They did what was right. I made a mistake. They didn't have to pay. The dead shouldn't be dead. It's my fault."
It is silent between us.
"Do you have anywhere else to go to?" She asks. I shake my head.
The silence continues. Then the cop stands up.
"Your lawyer will be here soon. You can always talk, but you have the right to be quiet."
Oh, I'll be quiet. Don't you worry about that.
