A/N: STOP! Now before you read there are some things that I got to tell you. This is not your average "sit down and read a relaxing-plot". First off, this was a requested made by a old friend of mine. He told me that I should write a story that is "crazy" with murder and stuff. So...you can thank or blame him for making me get the "crazy" side of me in this story.

Rated Mature T: some violence, and strong pervasive language

Main Characters: Hiccup, Jack, Merida, Rapunzel

Important Notes: There will be Character deaths, and OOC. The prologue is a warm-up. Enjoy! :)

Prologue

Juice (Slang.)
Influence in the right or convenient place, especially as exerted for selfish or illegal gain.

Friday, May 13, 1983…

A little freckled-faced boy lay down on his stomach in the soft, short grass. He read though a couple of dictionaries to find a few words that his mother and other people would talk about during their "adult conversation". While reading, he listened to music on the radio playing right beside him. Hip-hop was the new thing back then; new artists from Tupac to Biggie Smalls were the main ones for that type of music. But the boy didn't only like hip-hop; he also loved R&B and Jazz, and even dreamed that one day he'll become a DJ.

Feeling like he heard something, the boy turned down the volume of the radio and looked over on his left. A group of kids his age where closing in on a boy with brown hair and eyes and kept talking smack at him. The freckled boy only rolled his eyes at these hoodlum kids, and resumed back to reading his dictionary. One of these days, they are going to get themselves killed, he thought. Oh well, if it doesn't affect me, then why should I care?

Just then a shadow loomed over the boy's head, making him having a hard time reading his book. He looked up and, to his horror, sees the same group of kids who have been messing with the browned hair earlier. "Hey," the "leader" said calmly to the freckled boy, "What's your name?"

"H-Hiccup," the freckled boy responded, slowly rising up off the grass and backed away very slowly in fear. What are they going to me?!

The leader walked toward Hiccup with every step that he made. The leader looked over to the books, and then kicked the radio so it would stop playing. Hiccup jumped slightly at this, taking a small gulp. The leader glare back down at Hiccup with a wicked beam then grabbed him up by the collar of Hiccup's blue jean jacket, and pinned him on the tree. The rest of the kids laughed in amusement of Hiccup's petrified reaction, as he tried to squirm fruitlessly out of the other boy's grip. "Now you listen here, you geek," the leader started, holding on to Hiccup in a even tighter grip, "The name's Hiro, and I'm the one who runs the park here. So if your ass ever tries to look at my direction again, I swear that I'll smear your blood all over the concrete sidewalks. You hear?!" Hiccup quickly nods, hoping that Hiro wasn't going to beat him to a pulp.

Hiro finally let's go of Hiccup and threatened, "Remember that the next time you see me." As he and the other kids turned around to leave, a boy with long hair gave a harsh spit at Hiccup's face. He let out snort and ran off with the rest. Hiccup dared not to quickly wipe off the saliva, but rather slowly took the sleeve of his jacket to rub it off. Then he heard a moderate hand clap from behind, making its way up to Hiccup. Hiccup peer over his sholders with a frown, and saw the same boy that got mugged earlier giving off a half-smile.

"Man…Those fuckers don't know what will come to them," the boy said, giving off a scowl at the gang. Hiccup didn't mind that the boy cussed, he pretty use to all these kids running out in the streets and cuss at others down in the slums. Man, ever since he moved, the world went got completely different. Kids be out on streets taking drugs, getting pregnant, smoke, drink, etc. It was definitely different than living off in the suburbs.

"How old are you," Hiccup asked the boy, out of the blue. The boy looked back down at Hiccup, forming a frown and snapped, "Does it matter?!"

"N-No," Hiccup said quickly and timidly, holding his hands out to the boy, hoping that he wouldn't hurt him. Instead of punching Hiccup, the boy let out a guffaw. Hiccup put his hands down in his lap, and stared at the boy confusingly.

"Don't worry lil' man, I ain't going to hurt you," the boy laughed, reaching out a friendly hand for Hiccup to take so he could stand up. Hesitantly, Hiccup takes the boy's hand and was literally yanked off the ground to his feet. Hiccup dusted off his jacket a little and glanced back at the boy.

"The name's Jack," the boy said, puffing out his chest a bit in pride. Hiccup let out a chuckle at this. "And I am seven-no wait. Eight years old," he corrected himself. "You?"

Hiccup strighten himself out, and said, "Oh! Well, um…I'm Hiccup-" Jack gave out a snicker. Hiccup knitted his brows, places a hand on his hip, and asked, "What? What's so funny?"

Jack rub on the back of neck and chuckle, "'Hiccup?' That is a pretty messed up name." Jack face suddenly went serious, then muttered, "Well damn, most kid's names are messed up here in Harlem, aren't they?" Almost forgetting that Hiccup was still standing there, Jack looked back at him and said with a kind smile, "Oh, sorry. Forget what I said about your name. Please proceed."

Hiccup cleared out his throat and said, "I'm eight years old as well. I guess we're the same age, huh?"

"Yep," Jack agree, forming a friendly smile. Then he realized something, "Yo, do you want to go to the arcade?! Mr. Gobbler would always let me come to his store for free."

Having a friendly smile as well, Hiccup said, "Sure that would be great."

Taking each other by the hand, they both ran down to the store that was close by.

Friday, March 13, 1987…

Hiccup and Jack.

Two Best Buds.

It was a warm but cloudy day in the run-down neighborhood of Harlem. The old park was shut down completely, so Hiccup and Jack could only either go to the arcade or just chill outside. They chose to just sit on the benches along the sidewalk and watched a couple of rebellious teens hanging out on the streets with other preteens, smoking, drinking, and talking to each other.

"Do you know about Old Man Mildew," Jack asks Hiccup, who was too busy reading stead of observing. Hiccup closes his book, seats it aside and said, "Nope. What, is he that guy who be on that stuff?"

"Hell no, man!" Jack replied, slightly laughing. Thinking about him smoking on a pot, "He be the one who emerges out of that fucking store with a gun, acting like a crazy fool," Jack explained.

"Hm…sounds pretty interesting," Hiccup said sarcasticly. Jack only rolled his eyes and gave Hiccup a light punch on the arm. Hiccup didn't whine, he just put on a grin and looked elsewhere.

Hiccup then found something interesting, he saw three female preteens talking to one another and they were not wearing the usual skirts and dresses. No, they were wearing not-so skinny blue jeans, head scarves, and jackets that were only made for guys. Hiccup elbowed Jack, and said, "Hey man, look at this!"

Jack turned around to see what Hiccup was looking at, and he was surprised as well. Although one of the girls really got his attention though. This girl was wearing regular blue jeans, with white sneakers, a big navy blue jacket, and had two strawberry-blond braided pigtails but no scarf. It made Jack's heart flutter a little just looking at her, but he didn't notice the look on Hiccup's face as he keep staring. Hiccup let out a cough to get his attention, and said with a sly smile, "Did you want to go talk to them?"

"Uh…sure," Jack said, not paying any attention to Hiccup. They both got up and tried to walk casually to the preoccupied girls. The curly red-headed girl, who was smoking on a cigar, happens to notice the two boys. She scoffed to the other two, "Oh look. Here comes some assholes who want to know about us."

Jack heard her and retorted, "Who are you calling assholes, you bitch?"

"You," the girl answered, getting up on his face with a frown, "Ay prefer to be an 'ass' than a 'bitch'. 'Cause nobody messes with us 'girls'." The red head than blew a puff of smoke on Jack's face, removes the cigar from her mouth, throws it down on the ground and steps on it.

"Aren't you fucking too young to be smoking," Jack asks, glancing down at the cigarette. The girl shrugs and retorted, "Aren't you too young to be cussing?"

Before Jack could say anything, the beautiful one said to the red head, "Hey, Merida, I'm about to go. Call me if ya need me to beat this asshole."

Jack immediately prevented her from leaving, smirking a bit he said, "How 'bout you and me go out-?" Without any hesitation, the girl gave a violent slap across his face. "I don't 'go out'," she clarified, "I 'hang out'." The girl stormed off in a different direction, but didn't look back at Jack reaction. Instead of being mad, Jack let out a smile and whispered, "Who was that girl?"

The blond haired rolled her eyes and said, "That's Anna. She rather be a loner, than be with us."

The red head glanced back up at Jack and said, "Ay think we got off the wrong foot." She bumped fisted Jack and introduced, "The name's Merida and this is my girl, Rapunzel." The blonde gave a shy wave to Jack. He waved back, and then presented, "I'm Jack. This little guy behind me is my man, Hiccup."

Hiccup broke out of his daydream after hearing his name. He stared at the two girls in wonder. Where they wanting to be boys, or are they just regular tomboys like the ones back in Alabama. "We were just about to go to the arcade," Merida said, coolly. "Would ye like to join us?"

Jack just shrugged and said excitedly, "Yeah, man. That would be awesome!" Jack looked over his shoulders and asked Hiccup, "How 'bout it, Hic."

"Um-yeah, sure. I-it looks like it's going to rain anyway," he stammered. After that was said, rain started pouring down on them until they were soaked. "Oh, fuck," Merida cursed under her breath. "We might as well get going."

~O~

Four friends.

Jack. Merida. Rapunzel. Hiccup.

Five years.

As the years went by, so did life for the buddies. Even though danger and trouble alerts them in the urban city of Harlem, they were considered lucky enough to have the street smarts in case anything goes wrong. Hiccup started playing hooky every now and then, but it grew more into not attending schools and getting the education he needs later on in life. He didn't care. He didn't care anymore because he wants to be with (and like) his friends. His buddies. His homies. His pals. His family. He still follows his dreams at becoming a DJ, however.

They call themselves "The Big Four"

They're a little gang who do innocent mischief in these streets.

Hiro and his gang, now known as "The Conquerors", picks on them from time to time, but it's really nothing serious. A little fight here and there, but it's nothing that "The Big Four" can't handle. They even run into cops, but they always try to hide the evidences.

Jack. Merida. Rapunzel. Hiccup.

The Big Four

Friendship NEVER dies away.

…right?

A/N: So... Tell me what you think, what you like, anything. That way I will know if I should continue this or not.