Intro
There was something addictive about this game they played. The fears, the adrenaline, the death. This primitive dance of gunfights, drugs, and violence killed men everyday, and yet for every one man who met his end at the gun point, four more eagerly took his place, though their fallen comrade's blood was still gushing out. What was it that attracted so many men (if you call mere teenagers men) to this slaughterhouse? Why did so many give up school and family to revel in the filthy, corrupted bloodbath called organized crime?
HE knew why the kids gave up the good life for this. He knew the answer because he was one of those kids.
This is his story about the brutalities of a lifestyle where boys were killers and where money was the only true god. Prepare to see the Jump City Gang Wars, which have plagued the streets for generations, like only the gangs involved could see it. This was war. Not scuffles or fights, but a full-fledged war. A war that you shall witness through the eyes of warriors.
A/N: So, tell me what you think, guys! I'm all for constructive criticism, so don't hold out on me. I'm aware of the fact that I use lots of fragment sentences and change tense mid-sentence sometimes, but please bear with me! This is my first fan-fiction and I'd really appreciate any advice from veterans out there.
WARNING: This is kind of a teaser, in that it will probably take me a while to write the next chapter, so please be patient with me! This is my Junior HS year and I'm really bogged down between school and my band's practice schedule.
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