Disclaimer- I don't own Death Sentence.

Author's Note- I was asked to post this and I was happy to oblige! Okay just making sure everyone knows that the movie didn't happen so everyones still alive. Well actually it's set before the movie but yeah the gangs all here. Sorry couldn't resist the pun. Oh and yeah it's pretty much an OC or whatever people like to call it. I'm not good with all the jargon and stuff. But it's not like my other stories no super romantic qualities, just give it a chance. It's based around Billy if you were wondering. Okay leaving you alone now, enjoy! And let me know what you think!

Gunslinger

Chapter One- The Violent Beginning

It started with a black 1964 Ford Mustang Fastback, detailed in red tribal symbols and a man I wasn't supposed to take a bullet for.

Which makes a lot of sense right? Yeah I really wasn't thinking clearly. Actually I really wasn't thinking at all. It was one of those heat of the moment kind of things where you act before it even registers in your brain what your doing. I guess you never learn your lesson till it hurts you and let me tell you it hurt like a bitch.

There had been a party on what people would call the "wrong side of the tracks" but at the time I didn't care. Any reason to get out of that hell hole of an apartment was good enough for me. Elias, my best friend, was by my side the whole time. He had a connection around there where he could pick up his needs on the way back home. It didn't even bother me. Everyone knew Elias's day wasn't complete without a good hit. Drugs were fine with me as long as they didn't effect my life in some drastic way and they hadn't. Yet.

Everything was going smoothly right up until we walked in the door. That's when the shit hit the fan. I'd heard about gangs in the newspaper and on TV but I'd never really been face to face with one or anyone associated. I should have known Elias would know a few. I should have payed more attention to today's headline, Local Gang Wars. How was I supposed to know Elias's connection was hosting the party.

"Eli you fucker! Nice of you to finally show up," greeted a scrawny boy wearing a blood red leather jacket.

The kid almost looked homeless. He was aiming for the bad boy "don't fuck with me" look but it was more amusing than frightening. But then he turned to me and looked me up and down. His gaze stopping and lingering on hips and thighs before he smirked and slugged Elias on the shoulder. He leaded us further into the warehouse as I instantly regretted wearing my white denim mini-skirt and wanted to slap him and everyone else who's eyes were now locked on me.

Turned out I was the only girl here who wasn't either paid or here to feed their addiction. In a way it nearly scared me to death but I knew that as long as Elias was here I'd be okay. At the least okay. I hoped.

We were soon settled on a abandoned mattress in the overly crowed room beer in hand and smoke tainted air. I was uncomfortable but really had no choice. Elias had driven and I didn't know the streets as well as he did. It really didn't seem worth the risk but what did I know.

Elias laughed as Joe, the leather jacket kid, described to him a recent encounter with a rival gang. I wasn't paying much attention but what I had picked up was that Joe wasn't an "official" member but his brother led the gang. No one in the room were members just hung out with them.

Not long after arrival a squeal of tires coming to a stop outside startled nearly everyone in the place. It was followed by loud shouts and then suddenly the door burst open. It was like an entrance scene from the movies. Slow motion and everything. A group of men guns in all their hands, cigarettes dangling from their lips, leather jackets and tribal tattoos covering their bodies. Seven men. Then he walked in.

I should have been terrified but even I couldn't deny that he was nearly a god. He glanced around with a glare that sent shivers down my spine. He reached up and took the cigarette from his lips then exhaled smoke that drifted upward in mesmerizing swirls. His leather trench coat practically marking his standing, this was Joe's brother. The leader.

"What the fuck is going on?" he asked his deep voice giving me goosebumps.

"Just chill'n man," a wasted guy beside Elias laughed.

Joe's brother glanced over at one of his companions before raising the pistol in his hand and aiming it at the man who had spoken. My jaw dropped as the man's eyes grew wide. Joe's brother just rolled his eyes and looked at Elias.

"Nice of you to finally show up."

One of the few good things about Elias is that he has the kind of personality that no one could hate.

He smiled and nodded, "What's up Billy?"

Finally I had a name. Billy took a drag on his cigarette then tossed it to the ground lowering his gun.

"Party's over," he ordered then turned to me and looked at me the same way his brother had. Only this time it didn't make me cringe instead my cheeks grew hot.

That's when the gunfire cut through the air and mass chaos erupted. Fear shot through every bone in my body and I felt a panic attack hit. Elias grabbed my hand and pulled me through the warehouse darting around stacks of boxes at full sprint. All I could do was allow him to guide me. My brain wasn't comprehending anything. He yanked me through a door and we nearly collided with Joe and Billy.

"What the fuck?" Elias panted his grip on my hand tightening.

I could feel ever inch of my body trembling as I gasped for air, Joe fidgeted with a nervous twitch and Billy didn't looked phased at all by any of this.

"Get in the car," he told Elias who nodded quickly.

The next thing I knew we were in front of a black 1964 Ford Mustang Fastback detailed in red tribal symbols and Joe was climbing into the back seat. It seemed like we were in the clear at least for the moment. Elias and Billy were saying something but I wasn't listening, just staring at the car. Joe handed Elias a backpack and pulled him into the back seat. I looked back at the building as the exit opened. There was a loud bang followed by a stream of gun shots. Scorching pain ripped through my stomach and all I could see was the blood dripping from my stomach and staining my hands.