-----JOHN C--------CHAPTER 1---------BACK IN LA

I am going to tell you my story... My name is John Carlons, nicknamed JC. I grew up in Los Angeles. My family was particularly poor. We lived in a small house on the East side of town. When I was 10, we moved into New York, hoping to get a better life. It only made things worse. We were forced into a small, cheap apartment. My mom, Marylin got a job as a Janitor in a department store. Most of our food was from trash bins. By the time I was 15, it was obvious we had to leave back home...
When I got back, I realized that a lot changed. The city was tearing its self apart with gangs, drugs, violence, corruption... The city was headed for disaster. My old L. A. friends were either in gangs, dead, or out on the streets with nothing but addictions to alcohol and narcotics. At 18, I joined my friends gang, the West Street families. Things were hard being a gangster, but I held on. I am now 22. I am black, with black reggie hair. I have no facial hair. I am tall, skinny, but strong. I've used weapons. I've killed people. I've even been arrested by some corrupt cops that framed me for something I didn't do. I have good friends in the hood. There's Loc, a mid-length white man with an attitude problem. He's definately the strongest member of West Street( we call it WSF.) Everyone respects him, but nobody likes him, except for Smoke. He's the odd one in the group. He likes to party a lot, and isn't as much of a gangster as the rest of us. Thats why nobody likes him. The last main guy would have to be Denis. He loves gambling and has a small alcohol problem. Hes short and Chubby. However, hes probably our best pistol hitman because of his pistol experience as a small child.

3 years later. 25 years old

"You there Loc?" I called out.
"Naw. He went to some weapon trade with the Hoods." Smoke replied.
"Damn man. I told him not to mess with the Hoods. Their trouble man. Lets roll!" I commanded.
Smoke didn't seem to like the fact we were heading straight into Hood territory. Hoods were our sworn enemy and we, where theirs. Just as we reached downtown L. A., their main territory swarming with Hoods, where Loc was, they started shooting. Smoke was driving, so I grabbed my Ingram Uzi and started shooting. Bullets fired both directions. This was one tight mission we were getting ourselves into.
"What was Loc thinking?!?" I screamed.
"I dont know! He said somethin' about ammo crates in trade for smokes!" Smoke answered.
"Man. He stupid." I ended, shooting for my life at the Hoods.
I saw some of our gang members fighting.
"Yo'! Smoke! Pull up, some members of the family are here!" I commanded him.
He pulled up to the edge of the street and slammed on the breakes, so not to hit the members.
"Get in! Get in! Get in!" Me and smoke shouted.
"A'ight! Chill. Let's get outta' here!" One of them screamed.
It looked like some of Loc's friends... We kept on driving until we finally got to the old shipping docks, where supposedly Loc was dealing with the Hoods. We ran through the front gate and saw some Hoods guarding a specific building.
"Sssh. It's risky to try and take 'em all out. We'll head to the back where there's less of 'em." I whispered.
"Right..." Smoke answered.
We crawled to the back of the building and peeked around the corner. Two guards. We took out our silenced mm9 pistols.
"I'll take the left one. Smoke, take the right. You guys keep a look out." I commanded.
They noded their heads and moved out. I took out the guard I was supposed to, and right after that, Smoke took out the other one.
"Yo'! Theres some coming from the front. Their not suspicious, but it could be a threat." One gang member explain.
"A'ight. Hmm... Take em out. Same time. Just shoot. Silenced weapons only." I whispered.
We all started shooting. Easy. We snuck into the building, where we saw a gun pointed to Loc's head.
"Oh s man! They already got him. We need to be quick!"

We ran in. I took the left, smoke took the right, and the others went down the middle. We were in position and ready to do an ambush. Smoke waited for my signal. I waited a few seconds until I knew it was time. I signalled him and he signalled the others. We took out our weapons. I used my AK47. Smoke had a M19.
I signalled again, and as I did, we fired. The Hoods were alerted. Loc managed to run away. Once they were dead, we ran to Loc.
"Loc, what were you thinkin' man?!?" I screamed
"Yo', I came with Denis, but he ran off!"
"Well you need to tell da' hood before you go on a suicide mission! Now c'mon, we need to get outta' here!"
We ran out of the building, picking of the last of the Hoods on our way. We got out of the docks and into the car safely.
"We're goin' right through downtown! Shoot, man, shoot!" I screamed
We left the beach area, right into downtown. There were more hoods this time, but more of us. We were more prepared.
After a while, we reached West Street.

"A'ight. We stay low, don't see each other for atleast 2 days. Dont do anything stupid!"

We jumped out of the car and ran to our houses. I was hungry. My stomach felt empty. I went to the kitchen. Most of my food was gone. Denis was probably here. Most people in the gang just went into each others houses. I wasn't surprised. I found some stuff to eat. Not much, but enough for now. I'd probably head for some pizza later on.
The rest of the day wan't too special. I went for pizza as I guessed, went to a house party down at Lake Shore, one of our allies territories, and I went to my old friends reunion. The next day was kinda' foggy. I decided to go to the cemetery. A lot of my friends died. Lil tom... Ice... Barber... Even the founder of the gang, Cris, was dead. I found some other WSF members here. I went back to my car, but just as I was about to leave, I heard a gun shot. I ran back. he gang members were dead. I looked out and saw some Hoods. They weren't supposed to be here, but they were. I hid behind a tombstone and got out my cell phone. I called Mount, my friend from the Groves. They owned this area.
"Mount! Yo'. Listen. Im at the cemetery. Lake Shore. There are hoods here! I need your help man!"
"A'ight. Ill come pick you up. Get ready!"
The hoods were coming closer and closer. I was shooting, but was just no match for them. There were too many. I saw once slim hope though. A big group of them were standing right infront of an explosive barell. I shot the barell, taking out a number of them. There were still a lot. I looked for something I could use. My gun was already out of ammo. I saw some more of my gang members fighitng it out. I took out my cell phone and radio'd them in.
"Yo'. Look to your left. Its JC. Mount, my friend, he comin' to pick me up. Get here somehow!" I told them. Mount finally came as they rushed over here.
"Cmon, cmon, get in!" Mount called to me. By now, the Hoods were mad and they were trying hard to kill us. I guess I just had respect in the city. I was the one who got most of the WSF territory. We hopped in the car and slammed on the gas.
"JC, homie, would you know why Hoods are here?" Mount asked me.
"Naw man. They might wanna try and get your turft. Might also have something to do with Loc's deal."
"Oh yea. Heard about it. Seemed pretty stupid." Mount laughed.
When we got back to the hood, Denis and Loc were waiting for me. It looked liek there was another mission for us.
"Hey. What are you doin'? Where were you JC? Had me worried sick!"
"I was down at the Lake Shore Cemetery, Mounts turf. Hoods weren't supposed to be there. Mount came to pick me up." I explained.
"Whateva'. Just try not to get into trouble. I have something for you... Listen. You need to go down to Ganton hills and find a contact in the name of G. Hispanol. Dont know his first name. Your going to find him and bring him here alive. There won't be any resistance. This guy's an allie so you wont have any trouble with him or his hood." Denis explained.
"Right. I'll go find him." I hotwired a car on the street and headed on my way. I found him easily. He was waiting at a bus stop looking for me. He came in, we went to a burger place on the way back and came to the hood. It was all easy. I had no troubles. When he found Denis, they went into Denis's house. It was private. No-body else went in. When they came out, they told me to take Hisp back to his hood. That's when the hard part started.

On our way back to his hood, we came across the police. It was 22nd division. The most hated in the city.