Title: Gangsta's Paradise (part 1/?)
Author: Alana Maxwell
Rating: PG-13
Contains: shounen ai, shojo ai, violence, language, some slang, death, blood, oh and of course angst.
Category: alternate universe, out of character, lemon scenes whenever.
Pairings: It shall remain a secret. ^.~
Summary: To be born and raised in a gang. How is it like actually...to live in a world of drugs, sex, and violence? How does it feel, to hold a gun at four years old, steal at five, and kill at six? The pain that all children go through in their childlife, then to die so young. This is the story of the younger generation, and how they live everyday in fear..
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Part 1
Another body crumbles to the floor in a heap. Staring at those wide fearful eyes, I slipped a wallet into my pocket. I used to feel remorse to one person I killed, but that was over. Being 16, I am an adult now, my time is coming soon, so I need to gather as much as I need soon. At 17, it would be my time to reproduce, and I need to pass what I gain to the next generation. Already, the gang leader, Arian, had chosen my partner. I grimaced at the thought of a man touching my body, the feel of an unfamilar cock in my body, and the disbelief of carrying a baby in my womb for 9 months. It didn't matter how he looked, all Arian believed was if the person was powerful, he would make the perfect husband for me. To everyone in my 'family', I was very pretty. As I walked down the hallways of Paradise High, all I feel are the eyes of hungry men eyeing me up and down.
My name is Kylai Maxwell, or actually, that was the name I was given when I was born. I am the youngest daughter of Marie Maxwell. It was because of my birth, that she died at 21. My older brother, whom is now considered the 'freak' of the 'family', is now 21, and living with another 'freak'. I am supposed to say, 'freak', whenever talking about my only real family. I don't ever want to though, because I love him so, and I am also proud of his decision that he made 2 years ago. He admitted to Arian, that he was gay, that he was in love with another man. His name, is Duo Maxwell. At 14, I stood outside the door of Arian's room, as all children with siblings are ordered to, I listened as he berated my brother, calling him many terrible names. I heard such words as "faggot" and "queer". Back then, I didn't know what those meant, but as I pondered about them, I heard the door open forcefully. Looking up with green eyes (in which I inherited from my father), I stared into the ashamed and angered eyes of my brother. As I opened my mouth to speak to him, he placed a finger to his lips, to shush me. He knelt down, and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Be a good girl, and listen to what Arian says." I reached over to touch his cheek. I was so confused, and it increased as I felt moisture transfer from his face to my hands. He was crying silently, and it made me want to cry. Before I had the chance to release tears, he reached over and kissed my forehead. "Be a good girl...goodbye..." He stood up, and without looking back, he walked to his room. Goodbye? What did he mean? I was about to follow him before I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. Glancing up, it was Arian. He shook his head as to not to follow, then walked away. I watched the middle aged man walk off, and nodded off his silent order. No one dared to disobey Arian, I especially. I felt a sort of strength when around him, even though he gave no love to anyone. Thinking that whatever happened wasn't a big deal then, I walked off in my own direction. Exiting the high school (my home and education), I walked down the alley. I was very bored, so I wanted to steal a quick wallet. I watched for unsuspecting people to walk the sidewalks, while I calmly pulled my knife from my backpockets. Seeing a young blonde male of about 19, I grinned. He looked fairly rich, and since I was almost out of money, I decided to make sure he didn't complain to the police. Poised and ready, I was about to strike when a hand pulled me back.
"Don't." Was all I heard. Turning around, I looked up at a young male, about my brother's age. He was fairly handsome, with prussian blue eyes, and mossy-type brown hair. The spikes that were his bangs startled me a bit, since they looked like weapons. Nothing hit me worse than the cold look in his eyes. I had no time to admire, but as I turned back around, the man was already gone. Damnit, I believed no lunch was in store for me tomorrow. Turning around, I glared angrily at him, holding my knife tightly. He seemed to back away a bit, holding his hands up in surrendur. The coldness softened, and keeping his hands up, he approached me again. "When is he leaving?"
"What? Who is leaving when?" Who the hell was this guy talking about? Possibly a crazy person, I believed. He said nothing, but shook his head, and turned around to leave. "Wait..where are you going? Who are you talking about? Tell me!" I demanded in a loud voice. Placing my knife away, I approached this mysterious man. He stopped then, and turned around. He held am emotionless mask tightly on his face.
"You know" And he turned the corner, walking down in another direction. It was away from the school. Watching in confusion, my mind clicked. He was a 'freak'. I wondered then, who he was talking about. Who was going to be..the next 'freak'?
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To be continued....
Notes: Well, I was listening to the song by Coolio, and I knew that there was a show on it. I wish that they still showed it, but since they don't, I am going to have to make my own version of it. I shall be posting this once a week, a new chapter. If it is liked, I will post as quickly as I can. Well, please, comment on this story! I would appreciate it! ^^;
Author: Alana Maxwell
Rating: PG-13
Contains: shounen ai, shojo ai, violence, language, some slang, death, blood, oh and of course angst.
Category: alternate universe, out of character, lemon scenes whenever.
Pairings: It shall remain a secret. ^.~
Summary: To be born and raised in a gang. How is it like actually...to live in a world of drugs, sex, and violence? How does it feel, to hold a gun at four years old, steal at five, and kill at six? The pain that all children go through in their childlife, then to die so young. This is the story of the younger generation, and how they live everyday in fear..
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Part 1
Another body crumbles to the floor in a heap. Staring at those wide fearful eyes, I slipped a wallet into my pocket. I used to feel remorse to one person I killed, but that was over. Being 16, I am an adult now, my time is coming soon, so I need to gather as much as I need soon. At 17, it would be my time to reproduce, and I need to pass what I gain to the next generation. Already, the gang leader, Arian, had chosen my partner. I grimaced at the thought of a man touching my body, the feel of an unfamilar cock in my body, and the disbelief of carrying a baby in my womb for 9 months. It didn't matter how he looked, all Arian believed was if the person was powerful, he would make the perfect husband for me. To everyone in my 'family', I was very pretty. As I walked down the hallways of Paradise High, all I feel are the eyes of hungry men eyeing me up and down.
My name is Kylai Maxwell, or actually, that was the name I was given when I was born. I am the youngest daughter of Marie Maxwell. It was because of my birth, that she died at 21. My older brother, whom is now considered the 'freak' of the 'family', is now 21, and living with another 'freak'. I am supposed to say, 'freak', whenever talking about my only real family. I don't ever want to though, because I love him so, and I am also proud of his decision that he made 2 years ago. He admitted to Arian, that he was gay, that he was in love with another man. His name, is Duo Maxwell. At 14, I stood outside the door of Arian's room, as all children with siblings are ordered to, I listened as he berated my brother, calling him many terrible names. I heard such words as "faggot" and "queer". Back then, I didn't know what those meant, but as I pondered about them, I heard the door open forcefully. Looking up with green eyes (in which I inherited from my father), I stared into the ashamed and angered eyes of my brother. As I opened my mouth to speak to him, he placed a finger to his lips, to shush me. He knelt down, and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Be a good girl, and listen to what Arian says." I reached over to touch his cheek. I was so confused, and it increased as I felt moisture transfer from his face to my hands. He was crying silently, and it made me want to cry. Before I had the chance to release tears, he reached over and kissed my forehead. "Be a good girl...goodbye..." He stood up, and without looking back, he walked to his room. Goodbye? What did he mean? I was about to follow him before I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. Glancing up, it was Arian. He shook his head as to not to follow, then walked away. I watched the middle aged man walk off, and nodded off his silent order. No one dared to disobey Arian, I especially. I felt a sort of strength when around him, even though he gave no love to anyone. Thinking that whatever happened wasn't a big deal then, I walked off in my own direction. Exiting the high school (my home and education), I walked down the alley. I was very bored, so I wanted to steal a quick wallet. I watched for unsuspecting people to walk the sidewalks, while I calmly pulled my knife from my backpockets. Seeing a young blonde male of about 19, I grinned. He looked fairly rich, and since I was almost out of money, I decided to make sure he didn't complain to the police. Poised and ready, I was about to strike when a hand pulled me back.
"Don't." Was all I heard. Turning around, I looked up at a young male, about my brother's age. He was fairly handsome, with prussian blue eyes, and mossy-type brown hair. The spikes that were his bangs startled me a bit, since they looked like weapons. Nothing hit me worse than the cold look in his eyes. I had no time to admire, but as I turned back around, the man was already gone. Damnit, I believed no lunch was in store for me tomorrow. Turning around, I glared angrily at him, holding my knife tightly. He seemed to back away a bit, holding his hands up in surrendur. The coldness softened, and keeping his hands up, he approached me again. "When is he leaving?"
"What? Who is leaving when?" Who the hell was this guy talking about? Possibly a crazy person, I believed. He said nothing, but shook his head, and turned around to leave. "Wait..where are you going? Who are you talking about? Tell me!" I demanded in a loud voice. Placing my knife away, I approached this mysterious man. He stopped then, and turned around. He held am emotionless mask tightly on his face.
"You know" And he turned the corner, walking down in another direction. It was away from the school. Watching in confusion, my mind clicked. He was a 'freak'. I wondered then, who he was talking about. Who was going to be..the next 'freak'?
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
To be continued....
Notes: Well, I was listening to the song by Coolio, and I knew that there was a show on it. I wish that they still showed it, but since they don't, I am going to have to make my own version of it. I shall be posting this once a week, a new chapter. If it is liked, I will post as quickly as I can. Well, please, comment on this story! I would appreciate it! ^^;