BrotherHood

Chapter I

Welcome to the rewrite of my story Four. The main foundation will be the same, but I'm going to go into more detail which brother. The four of them will meet in an organic way and not feel so forced. Hope you enjoy, and as always read and review!

Let's get it.

The Purple Dragons were never a group of respectable beings. The gang in New York was rowdy and uncivilized, but if you compare them to the ones in Chicago…it'd be like watching a cat fight a Gundam. What I'm trying to say is, the Chicago sector were basically demons in disguise.

They were vile and destructive creatures. They took what they wanted and when they wanted. They didn't care about the cops or the people who got hurt in their wake. If you got in their way, you weren't gonna make it.

Out of all of the Dragons, there was one in particular who had a very rough edge to him.

I-I-I-I've been on these streets for too long, too long, too long

Baby I've been on

Baby I've been on these

I've been on these streets for too long, too long, too long

Baby I've been on

Baby I've been on these

I've been on these streets for too long

"Yo, Red! Get a move on 'fore the pigs get here!" A young man with dark green hair and golden eyes tapped on the shoulder of another member with colored hair as well. The two had just finished breaking in and robbing a house. The bags they carried were filled with expensive items like consoles and assorted jewelry. Music played from the new Samsung Galaxy they had just acquired.

"You think I give a fuck about the cops, Slash? We'll be outta here before they get here anyway B." The man who was referred to as 'Red' had chocolate-caramel skin and firetruck red dreadlocks. His piercing acid green eyes could make your heart thump in love or fear depending on how he was feeling. His nose piercing, septum ring and snake bite piercings made him look like an unapproachable wild member of the youth. A black headband covered his forehead and shadowed his eyes. Like the gang was known for, the two were tatted with a vibrant royal purple dragon on one arm.

See, I've been wandering the streets

Watchin' everything from the hunger to the beef

Never had a brother here to guide my direction

So, I had to learn with the moves of my feet

Had to take a whoopin' or two to learn fightin'

Even though I'm good, I don't even really like it

Had to deal with niggas that be thinkin' they royalty

None them mo'fuckers don't know about loyalty

They talked about it, I watched them talk about it

I got surrounded 20 deep and no one walked up out it

With bats and boots they beat me down, I didn't walk up out it

I came up out the hospital, they wanna talk about it

They claim that they were ride or die, they ran, I had to fight or die

The two delinquents saw the famous flash of fluorescent crimson and cyan. But the two made sure that they wore thick gloves, baggy hoodies and masks. Red saw an item that he found quite interesting when he snatched it from the home. The item was that of a samurai mouth guard. Its deep vermilion and rich tone spoke to him. The two climbed up a fire escape to evade the cops, they had to crouch in the shadows just to be sure.

And then these niggas had the nerve to run their jaws about it

Sayin' they apologize and how that shit won't happen twice

But I don't give out second chances, I tap jaws about it, 'bout it, 'bout it

What about it? I gave no fucks about it

'Cause niggas left me out for dead and gave no fucks about VI

So, I be on my "Uncle Ruckus", I don't trust no new niggas

I left y'all black and blue niggas

So fuck your block and all you niggas

So long

"Damn right, Slash. Ain't no pig or pedestrian gonna stop the Purple Dragons. If they try, they can catch these hands." Red's fingers ran through his crimson locks as they hung near his face. He had a couple of metal skulls as jewelry through his dreadlocks, they sat in the front which made them visible. But there was one of which he kept hidden in his forest of ropes he called hair. It was a piece of lock jewelry that looked like a heart repaired with a Band-Aid.

I don't open my heart to many women

'Cause of my name, nowadays I'm just some bitch's winnings

For social media, digits, broads get emotions spinnin'

I catch on and they get cut like opening ribbons

I get looked at as a come up

But I ain't stupid, so that's where most of y'all fuck up

Wrong cases thought I belonged in the wrong places

Just like I bared my heart to the wrong faces

"Aye, Red?" Slash's golden eyes glanced over to the spaced out youth.

"Hmm?"

"Why you always hidin' that one piece you got in the back of your hair, man?"

I've been led on by a woman I was fallin' for

And it's obvious she's made a nigga fall before

So the game you bitches run, I ain't fallin' for

Now I'm quick to ask, "What's the reason that I'm fallin' for?"

I'm either a rebound as part of your selfish motion

Or 'cause I'm buzzin' I'm a tool to your self-promotion

Whatever your motives was revealed I was a fool to trust

A woman of your grade, now these streets ain't for the two of us

Red never divulged why. But he and Slash were thick as thieves, they knew damn near everything about one another. So he decided to tell him, as he cut the music off.

The dark skinned youth let out a deep sigh.

"It's because some bitch cheated on me. It was my first actual relationship and she just threw it in my fuckin' face, B. Also it might be because I don't want nobody knowing I got a heart. You know I'd never spill to any of them other dudes. They just gonna take that shit for weakness, son."

"Damn, man. That's rough. Also, why you always sayin' B and son and shit?" A small smirk appeared on Slash's scarred face. He was called Slash for a reason, too many close calls to the face with a knife.

"What you mean? I'm from Brooklyn, bruh. That's how we talk and shit, you feel me?"

The conversation was cut short by the sound of a window opening behind them. They had forgotten they were on a fire escape. The two tried to escape but Red was dragged into the window by his hood.

"Slash, go the fuck home!" A Spanish accented voice yelled out to him. It was distinctly female. Slash obeyed because he knew that voice belonged to someone he didn't fuck with.

Red laid on his back as he gazed at the shadowed woman. The lights flashed on to reveal a childhood friend of his. Her apartment was just like how he remembered it, girly and tomboy-ish hat the same time. She wore a tight black long sleeved shirt and fuchsia pink boy shorts

"Raphael, what the fuck are you doing out at this time of night? And why the hell do you have that big trash bag with you!" She was known as none other than Mona Lisa. She had known him since they were children. Her deep brown eyes got him into a lot of trouble with her father, and out of a lot of trouble with the police. Her body, on the other hand, dragged them both into a swirling tornado of emotions back when they were younger.

"Look, Mona I—"

"Did you just rob someone?!" She usually berated him like a mother would a small child, but it was because he deserved it.

"No."

"Ay Dios Mios! Raphael, if the pigs catch you, you're done for!" She picked him by his hoodie and growled angrily. Her brain was trying to not have an aneurysm, because her best friend was irritating the hell out of her right now.

"You think I give a shit about the cops?" Raphael gently removed her hands from his hoodie.

"Raph, what the hell I'm gonna do with you?! You get yourself into trouble every single time, and every time I try to help you, you end up disappointing me!" Mona's peach colored skin was red with anger as she ran her thumb and forefinger through the bridge of her nose. "You keep hangin' with the Dragons, you'll either end up dead or in prison. Either way, you'll be fucked. Why do you even hang with those assholes?!" Mona's voice reached a high tone.

"They the only family I got, B!" Raph screamed back. His breathing was labored as these emotions boiled inside of him.

"Family? We're your family, Raph! Me, Casey, Angel. Hell, even Sebastian's British ass! You don't need the Dragons! Just come back to us, we need you. I don't wanna see you locked up in prison or six feet under."

"Why do you care so much, Mona? It's my fuckin' life, I can do whatever I damn well please." His shining emerald burned back at her chocolate brown. Her beautiful and soft features glared at him in irritation. He got up and made his way towards her window, ready to jump back into the lion's den that he called the streets.

"Oh no, where do you think you're going, pendejo?" Her septum ring glimmered against the moonlight as

"I thought I was leaving. You can't stop me, Mona."

She grabbed his arm forcefully, tugging at his sleeve desperately like how a child would tug at their parent.

He turned towards her, ready to scream her head off.

"Mona, let me go damn it! " Raph's voice instantly died when he saw tears run down her gorgeous visage.

"Don't go." Those two simple words that were said with such conviction and pain, shot right to his hardened heart. The street tough's acid green orbs softened to a warm grass color. Damn it. Why did shit like this calm the raging storm inside his chest? It angered him and saddened him with a duality that tore him apart.

"Mona. Don't cry…please."

"Please, don't go. Don't go back out there, don't…not again. I can't lose you again." He and Mona had a thing back when they were teens, but when he joined the Dragons, he left her all alone. They were around seventeen and sixteen. That was four years ago, with him being twenty-one and her being twenty now. She gripped the fabric of hoodie and cried into his chest. He was led to her bed as he held her, he hadn't done this in a very long time. He hadn't held anyone in a long time as a matter of fact.

He wanted to leave, but her trembling form cemented him right in this very spot.

When Mona awoke in the morning, Raphael was nowhere to be seen in her room. She found a note next to her pillow.

'I'm sorry, I gotta go. I gotta go be me, you know how it is. -Raph'

The fiery haired youth walked the streets back to the Dragon's Lair. It was some old run down building they had fixed place was a decent hideout; it was manageable for a gang. He was wearing his custom Purple Dragon leather biker vest, which had 'RED' embossed on the back, with the symbol of a bandaged fist. He had a tendency for wearing all black. He saw Slash conversing with some other Dragons.

"What's good, Red?" The green haired friend greeted him with a handshake.

"Sup, Slash."

"Where you been at, Red? Last time I checked you got caught up with Mona. You had a fun time, buddy?" Slash nudged Raph's ribs playfully with a smile and chuckle.

"Oh really? You was chillin' with a bitch last night? What she look like? Think she decent enough to pass around to the gang?" A random Dragon sneered as he spoke about Mona.

Raphael's acid green eyes flickered and in a second, his fist was introduced to the Dragon's face. A sharp sound rang throughout the base

"Watch your fuckin' mouth, B—you ever talk about her like that again, I'll snuff your fuckin' ass right where you stand." Raphael's voice was poisonous, dripping with venom even. Snuff in Brooklyn lingo meant to beat or kill someone, that's something he didn't joke about. at. all.

"Hey, break it up! Red, I'm glad you're here. I got a mission for you." A deep grumbling voice belonged to a tall blonde-haired giant of a man named Hun. He was the known leader of the Dragons in the Chicago district. He was one who was ruthless and damn near didn't have a heart. The office door was wide open so he could see all.

Raphael walked over to the office area with the usual scowl.

"They are some individuals who haven't paid their monthly protection fee. Bring em' back here so we can teach em' a lesson."

"Alright, what they look like?" His eyes weren't focused on his 'boss' because this was the usual fare, go beat up these people, go rob them, go and collect these 'packages', same old same old.

"There's a man with dark brown hair, real short build. Shorter than you. Black shirt and blue jeans The other ass swipe is wearin' a dark grey hoodie and white pants."

"You got it, fam." Raphael began to walk out when Hun stopped him.

"Hey Red, take this just in case." A pistol was slid across the office desk. Raphael picked it up and slid it into his vest without a second thought. The textured cold metal contrasted with his warm brown skin.

He walked out and grabbed Slash.

"We got some business to take care of. Hun wants some dudes who haven't paid, Let's go." The two walked out to go handle their assigned task.

The song lyrics are from: VI Seconds- Too Long

I hope you guys enjoyed, I'll be taking it slow this time.

Hope you're buckled for the ride. See ya next chapter!