The Chicken Man

A/N: Written in a first person view.(Part of the time) Chicken talks about his view on life and how he felt at Juice being beaten up by Salazar and two of his crew in the back of his van.

CHickens thoughts on the events are written in Italics

The rest of the story is written in normal.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sons of Anarchy characters to belong to Kurt Sutter and FX nor do I make any money from the stories. I write them purely for fun, my own pleasure at getting down ideas I may have about different characters and hopefully for any pleasure it may give others to read.

Life is not what we would had wanted it to be. Mine certainly is not. I had planned to do so much with it but somehow I screwed it up. As I always seemed to when I left High School I had planned to do so much with my life but I got mixed up with the wrong people and started to do drugs. At firstnit was good, it took away the pain of having screwed up so much of my life and it gave me friends for the first time in my life.

Yeah, okay you are probaly thinking...friends...how can be junkies be friends?...after all the one and only thing a junkie thinks of is when he or she gets thier next fix. Well let me tell you something, you, who most likely has never done drugs in thier life...you know shit.

Well that was the thoughts going through the mind of the person known as the Chicken Man. He was waiting for some new buyers for the shit he was peddling on the streets at that time. He had been in the drug trade since before he left school, starting out selling a little weed to some of his friends and then getting caught and sent to juvie. While there he had been so determined to start his life anew, he had even found GOD but within two days of getting out he was back to his old habits and it had just spiralled after that.

He thought he could make a nice life selling drugs, yeah right, he ended up in a shitty neighbourhood in Lodi, surrounded by dealers and junkies, whores, pimps you name it, the scum of the earth but despite all that he had made friends. One friend had been a young Puerto Rican called Jaun Carlos who had moved from Queens, New York. He had moved to California from New York a number of years before and one of the first people that Jaun Carlos had met had been the Chicken Man.

He had shown young Jaun Carlos the ropes of living in Lodi and California, the kid was smart but also dumb. He was really trusting of people and Chicken had liked that in the kid plus also the kid didn't judge him because he did drugs and he had taken him under his wing so to speak but then the kid had got mixed up with the Sons of Anarchy and didn't come round so much but they kept in touch and then Chicken had got into some debt with the Mexicans and they had asked a favour of him. He thought back to that day when they offered to let him off paying what he owed for a price.

The day had been like any other in my life but I had been so wrong. The meet with the Mexicans had gone off well but they said that I had to pay them back the money that I owed. I tried to tell them that I did not have the money that they wanted, not there and then but that I could get it. The leader of the group that I was in trouble with for the money owed had said to me that I could pay them back in another way. He said that the SONS had come into some drug shit that they needed to get rid off and when they contacted me I was to arrange to have a meet with whoever turned up. I couldn't believe it when it was Juice who called me and made the arrangements for the sale of some stims that he had.

Chicken was driving his van to the place that he had arranged to meet Juice when he got a call from the Mexicans, telling him where to meet them to pick them up. He drove to where they said and found himself picking up the Calaveras president, his SAA and another member who he had not met before. They largely ignored him as they got into the back of the van and little was said between themselves or to him until he drove to the spot that he was meeting Juice, he could see him standing by his bike at the side of the road along with two of his brothers. Both were older guys, one was fat with long wild curly hair and the other thin with black curly hair. Chicken got an uneasy feeling when he saw the thinner one, he did not like the look of him at all, he had a dangerous look to him. The Calavera prez jabbed him in his back and told him to park his van a little up the road away from the bikers when he went to slow his vehicle near the bikers were waiting. He did as he was told and waited for Juice who was walking towards the parked vehicle with the backpack slung over his shoulder. He stopped by the van and said "Hello" to Chicken, Chicken looked around seeming nervous.

"I assume you have the stimulants in your backpack?"

Juice laughed and said, "Yes Chicken. Can I assume you have the cash?"

"Yes..yes...Could you get into the van?" Looking around more, his anxiety showing. "I feel very conspicuous meeting like this."

Juice smiled and nodded giving another laugh but got into the van, as he did so he said to Chicken.

"You're a lunatic, you know that."

As Juice settled in the van he must have heard something behind him and he glanced back and immediately noticed the Calavera's in the van behind him.

"OH SHIT."

Juice managed to jab one of them in the face with his elbow as they grabbed him and dragged him, strugglng backwards over the seat into the back of the van. As the big SAA held him down, the Calaveras prez, Salazar proceeded to give him a beating, shouting at Juice during it to give Clay a message. Chicken watched from the front seat.

"I'm sorry Jaun Carlos...run up a bit of a tab with these Mexican gentlemen."

From the back of the van he could hear grunts from Juice each time he was hit by the Salazar. Chicken did feel really bad about it but what else could he do, he owed these guys a lot of money and if he had not agreed to let them grab Juice at the meet then he would be the one that they were now dishing the beating out to in the back of his van and not Juice. Finally after what seemed a long time the beating stopped and the smaller of the three Calavera's opened the back door of the van and pushed Juice out, at the same time Salazar shouted at Chicken,

"DRIVE."

As he drove away he looked at his side mirror and saw Juice unmoving on the ground, the other two bikers rushing over to him. He glanced into the back of his van, Salazar and his men were grinning, he noticed Salazar holding something in his hands and realised that it was Juice's cut. Chicken hoped that Juice was going to be all right, it had been a vicous beating that Salazar had dealt out to the kid and he knew that the SONS would not like what had just happened and hoped to hell that when they came looking for retaliation that he was not the one that ended up on the recieving end of it.

A/N As always please review and let me know what you think.