A/N: Hey everyone, I've re-written chapter one and I will be picking up this story again! Stay tuned for updates, be sure to review, favourite and follow if you like. Enjoy!
Without change, Stilwater would of burned. I would of burned with it, but I changed. I loathed the gangs, the blue, the yellow, the red. I was blind until I changed, and when I did change, I changed to purple. I was brand new, just fresh to the game. But once I started playing, I didn't stop. I gained my family, my reputation, everything, all thanks to change. I wanted to save Stilwater from burning to ashes. But I wonder, did I really change anything at all?
I dragged my legs around town, attempting to find the nearest bench around. Stilwater was always full, people either roaming the streets or browsing the local shops. It was quite hectic on this bright Sunday morning.
After hours of wondering about I became sick of my belly rumbling, I decided I'd hit up Freckle Bitches. Sure, I could eat at some fancy restaurant or some stylish café, but there was something about the nuggets here that got me excited - Plus I couldn't fucking afford anything there.
I gnawed down on my nail, it was a hard decision. Did I want water or a fizzy drink? Nuggets and a burger? So much to choose from. After what seemed like hours, I finally stepped to the front of the queue, and being me, I still hadn't made up my mind of what I wanted to fill my hungry stomach yet.
Minutes past and I only realised I had been taking such a long period of time until the lady behind me shot me a dirty look. I flashed red, ordering the nuggets and imagining scenarios in my head where I shot the horrid old bitch in the face, laughing and giggling as blood seeped from her lungs.
Shit, I was creepy.
I swiftly tossed coins onto the counter and spun around, ambling towards the seats. I scooped a handful of nuggets before shoving them down my throat, what a mistake that was. I gagged, and I couldn't fucking breath. Oh my god. Picture this: Some fucking crazy bitch standing in the middle of Freckle Bitches sweating in distress and moaning like a whale because she can't swallow her chicken nuggets. I coughed them back up, watching in dismay as they hit the floor. I guess I wasn't eating today, damn it.
I closed my eyes. Just thinking of how good those nuggets could of tasted made my angry stomach growl in hunger. I was so clumsy, look what I had done, this was typical of me really. I glared at the pile of mushy chicken nuggets.
I groaned scratching my head, gripping my hair and growling. I had just missed out on a major meal. Maybe not major to you, but defiantly worth a lot to me.
Now I was just standing there like an idiot, throwing the messy nuggets disgusted glances every now and then. I studied the rest of the customers, feeling like at least one of them was staring at me, trying to squeeze any bit of amusement out of my misery.
Even though no one was laughing or pitying me, I realised a built man with blonde, slicked back hair and dark shades shielding his eyes was inspecting me. I felt somewhat uncomfortable, still standing like an idiot, not wanting to move for some odd reason. Yeah, I am a creep.
Soon I realised that I wasn't on the receiving end of the stare, my fallen nuggets were. I rolled my eyes, of course it was food he was looking at. He began to approach me, or the nuggets, I wasn't quite sure.
He was standing in front of me now, and I straightened up, opening my mouth for nothing to come out. He bent over, scooping the filthy nuggets off the floor. My face twisted in disgust as the nuggets neared his mouth.
"You ain't eatin these are you?" He asked, looking me up and down.
"Eh no, but-" I stuttered, my embarassment growing. He was about to gobble them. "-they were in my mouth."
The guy paused, tilted his hand and let them slide from his grasp. Jesus fucking Christ this was awkward, and the major silence really wasn't helping much.
"My bad, kid." The man in purple shrugged, and I calmed a tiny bit. I felt a shiver in my spine, I'd seen him before, he was familiar. He was on TV, right? I think I'd seen him on some programme. "Gotta name?"
I raised my eyebrow, my mouth ran dry. Why was I acting like this? I was so nervous and shaky, I was acting like a total psycho, I hadn't even replied and I think he was beginning to get impatient.
"It's-I mean, Eh, Gabrielle." I blurted out, finding it remarkably hard not to face palm myself right then and there. I glanced around, feeling uneasy. I couldn't put my finger on what exact TV show he was in, dammit. Was it Huaweii 5-0? Is he Daniel Dae Kim?
"W-What's your, you know, um.." This is why I didn't go out much, because of sheer embarrassment. What the fuck was wrong? I felt stressed and annoyed, wondering how and why I was acting like such a dumb ass. Who was he? I knew him from somewhere.
"Huh? My name?" The blonde haired man asked. I nodded my head. "Just call me Johnny, kid."
Johnny? Shit, now I realised why I was so nervous and shaky, it all made sense now. I finally realised what TV show he was on, channel six news! And why? Because the guy murdered three people last week! The dark purple jumper, the gold chain hanging loosely around his tattooed neck.
He was a Saint.
"Well, I gotta run. See you round, Gabs." The Saint said, heading off towards the exit. I let out a major sigh of relief, my hands were quivering, I leered at Johnny, as he made his way out. I shook my head, taking off at a brief pace to leave the fast food place. I shivered as I reached the exit, it was as cold as ice outside, better be quick heading home.
I stepped onto the black tar, entering the parking area, admiring the cars. I used to love racing, especially when I was younger. I remember all those joyrides and races I was involved in, time flies.
I couldn't help but stare at a nicely painted Voxel with a thick stripe of blue painted down the middle, covering the white paint cloaking the car. It had gotten colder, I had been there for ages, admiring the beauty, it was glamorous, whoever owned it must of known a ton about cars. I noticed there wasn't even a scratch on the car, damn it was cool.
I snapped out of my gaze, and began ambling towards the footpath. I was lost in a pool of my own thoughts, thinking of the great times I had before with my old Bootlegger, how much did I miss it? A lot.
Ah, looking back my life in France was better than anything Stillwater had to offer. I longed to go home, to my real home, I missed it. My family, my friends, my old life. Of course now my only home was a cramped three room apartment. Life sucks.
It was September, and it was chilly. My attire wasn't giving me any warmth in the slightest. I shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my black tracksuit pants, with dim white lines across each side. I sported a plain white tank top, which was ripped and torn. My gold fluer-de-lis chain dangled from my neck, glimmering. I stretched my toes inside my converse, they were black with white laces that were tied in a criss cross fashion.
My train of thought was shattered lie a mirror from a fierce blast of a horn. I spun around faster than ever, spotting a blue dyed Attrazione, and the beep was directed at me.
I stumbled backwards, blinking at the car. I felt like someone had slapped me, I was alarmed to say the least. I was frozen to the spot, staring at the car in shock, and when I noticed it was a gang member, I was staring in horror.
These were one of the gangs that ruled the Suburbs, the Rollerz. I always thought they were a fucking joke, any gang who adds a Z instead of an S to sound cool couldn't be any big threat.
Well that's what I thought.
I could see the guy in the drivers seat was beginning to lose he his patience and stuck his head out the window.
"Bitch, you betta be outta my way or I might have to teach you a lesson or two." He yelled slamming down the the pedal and the car roared to life stopping again a meter in front of me.
It was so close, I could actually examine the dents and marks on the bumper. I tried moving, still frozen in astonishment. I moved sideways, trying to avoid any trouble. My heart stopped though as I looked down, taking a step and noticing the yellow skin of death.
It was a banana peel.
I let out a fierce yelp, just as I stepped on the peel and slipped backwards. Everything seemed slow, like time had stopped, my hands reached out to grab balls of air, and my head slapped against the rock solid ground. My breathing began to speed up and I could feel my stomach twist. I heard the brief sound of footsteps and a car door slamming.
"You about to feel pain, bitch!" OK, so I know I was like, five seconds away from death and all, but ohmygawd the way he spoke! He sounded like a six year old playing Call Of Duty. The man yelled, flashing a weapon I wasn't familiar with. I closed my eyes, my face all scrunched up. Death had never felt so close before.
I drew in a deep breath, bracing myself for the pain that was about to takeover. I looked up at the man, seeing his lips pulling a smile. His fingers were now coiling around the steel trigger.
"Please.." I begged, sounding desperate and scared to death. With his weapon in hand, he raised the gun, and aiming it ever so slowly. I nodded my head slowly, accepting the true fact that I had nothing to live for anyway.
"Ready for this?" He asked me, kneeling by my side with the gun held steadily at my temple. Ready to jump out of the plane with no parachute? Totally!
So this was what the final moments of life felt like. I was going to die, here, in the Suburbs, by Freckle Bitches. Fuck me. My breathing had slowed down, it would be OK. I could make a run, this guy seemed stupid as fuck anyway. My mind was playing games, I had accepted that I was going to die but kept thinking about running. Everything was such a blur.
I turned my head towards the man, studying him. This was the last person I was going to see, a tall kid with a blue backwards cap and an Ultor clothing logo, this was fucking great.
He shoved the gun in front of my eyes, and he drew in a breath, I saw him wrap his finger around the trigger, tighter and tighter until the sound of a trigger was pulled.
A piercing scream shot trough the air as the man's brains erupted all over my cloths. The scary part was I realised it was me who screamed. I let out a sigh of relief, I wasn't dead, the stupid bastard with the cap was, holy fuck.
"Lin, you pause way too fuckin' long when you aim."
"Shut up Johnny."
I snapped my neck sideways, squinting my eyes and analysing the incoming figures. An Asian women with bright yellow chopsticks holding up her bun was supposedly Lin, she had jet black hair and murky blue eyes.
She defiantly had nice taste in clothing, she wore a white tank top and a fitting pair of purple track pants. I looked to the next figure, and I was shocked to see him standing there. Blonde slicked back hair and that gold chain hanging loosely from his neck.
Johnny Gat.
I scrambled to my feet, attempting to brush blood off of me, instead it smudged. I glanced up at the two, Johnny wore a broad smile, while Lin had a more relaxed look. I opened my mouth ready to speak, sure that this time I wouldn't choke up.
"What happened there, Gabs?" Johnny asked, staring down at the dead corpse covered in dripping blood. My eyes were stuck to the body, the brain splatter had landed on my shoes, I gulped, turning and letting out a mouthful of vomit.
My breathing quickened once again, I put my hand over my heart, feeling quite dizzy and stunned right now. After all, I had just witnessed the most dramatic thing in my life.
"You just... Saved my life." I panted, my eyes bulging. Johnny nodded casually, grinning. Lin shrugged, and shuffled backwards, signalling to Johnny that it was time to pull out.
"Wait, please." I said, staggering closer to them. I was too shaken up to even walk, and the lack of hunger was driving me insane. The two glimpsed at me, and I exhaled another deep breath.
"There's gotta be something I can do for you." I said, beginning to straighten up and stare into her eyes, her dark, violet looking eyes. The Saints exchanged a glance before Johnny decided answer me.
"How bout' we get you back to my place and clean you up a bit, kid." Johnny suggested. I couldn't say no, and I didn't want to either. But my head was a wreck, and I began debating in my mind again. I hesitated a small bit, I didn't exactly know these people, but they seemed good enough to save my worthless life.
"Right. T-Thanks." I agreed, and I could see his grin thicken. Johnny turned to Lin, mumbling something that King's got another Saint coming his way.
Weird.
After a short period of time I heard the engine of a Voxel roar, and the magnificent beauty came to life, smoothly pulling up in front of my saviour. The windows rolled down, revealing the Asian Women's face, her brow furrowed. She owned it, woah.
"Troy rang," She said, pointing her finger down at the blood and crimson splattered over the deceased man. "Some Roller assholes are recruiting down at the University, I'm guessing this kid was on his way to the party."
"Oh yeah," Johnny replied, folding his arms. "So we gotta kill all these motherfuckers?"
My eyes bulged at him. Kill? Kill! Had I heard him right, I think I was high. I mean sure, Lin had just planted a bullet in some dudes head to save my life, but, I couldn't kill someone, wait, they weren't even talking about me. Ha, I didn't have to kill someone. Yet.
I always thought of shooting people or bitch slapping them, whenever they made me feel awkward. I was so apphrensive, I hated being shy. But thinking about doing violent things is different then actually doing violent things. I guess it's easier said then done.
"No, take the Rollerz car and head down to the University. Meet Dex at Sloppy Seconds, you two are gonna need a change of cloths." Lin said, beginning to look at me.
"You don't mind droppin a few Rollerz, do you?" She asked, examining me carefully. I stood there, baffled. Me, killing someone? How could I ever do it, taking someone's life, for what?
That's when I realised it. A thought in the back of my mind, a spark of creativity was forming. If you want to make a change, you need to start with yourself, and that was exactly what I was going to do.
And on that seemingly dark, hopeless day, I made a promise. No matter how much time it took, no matter how much blood was spilled, and no matter what happened in life, I would rid Stillwater of these gangs.
Once and for all.