The long awaited rewrite of Turf War is finally here. It's more of an introduction/prologue to the direction I'm taking this. It's a rather drastic change mind you.

I don't own DGM.

Enjoy.

.:Risky Gossip:.

"Hey, have you seen the new kid?" Jeremy asked glancing at his friend walking beside him.

"Yeah, yeah, you mean the real strange one with the bleached hair, right?" Ashton nodded his head a sardonic grin spreading across his lips.

"Who else could I be talking about, kid's a total freak! Did you see he's got a tattoo covering the side of his face?" Jeremy laughed.

"Talk about stupid," Ashton huffed in agreement.

"I know right. I was talking to my cousin about him, said that he used to go to school with him up north or something. His name is Alex or something like that. Anyways said the kid's a total psycho," Jeremy looked at Ashton with an almost serious expression ruined only by the biting smirk present.

"No shit, what'd he do?" His tone lilted in interest.

"He said that he beat up some kid for touching his arm or some shit like that. Put him in the hospital for a month. Apparently there were rumors going around that grew up on the streets and that a couple years later he pushed his adoptive father in front of a car. He told me he heard some kids saying that he was involved in some illegal fighting ring."

"Bull shit man, your cousins a liar." Ashton laughed at his friend's expense.

"I'm fucking serious. This guy is bad news," exaggerating the point with dramatic hand gestures.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Ashton waved a dismissive hand.

"Hey assholes," a voice rang out from behind them. A kid about five and a half feet with ashen hair and glinting silver eyes walked calmly behind them with a calm smile stretched across his face. "The name's not Alex, its Allen. And your friend here's right," he gestured to Ashton who had stopped walking. "You might want to check your sources before go spreading shit like that around. It was two months."

Allen smiled at them. A white gloved hand skirted over his mouth and covered a small laugh.

"Well then, have a nice day."

Ashton and Jeremy stood frozen in the hall as Allen walked through the gap that had formed between them when they had turned to look at him.

"That kid is creepy as fuck." Jeremy nodded mutely in agreement to Ashton's exclamation.

A loud ring sounded through the hall.

"Damn it, we're late. If Lotto catches me again she's gonna throw me in detention." Ashton and Jeremy took off sprinting through the halls.

So what do you think?

Allen is a bit OOC, but for the most part that is how he is going to be for my story. I tried to keep the passive aggression he tends to use.

I'm not as big of a fan of Allena as I was when I wrote this, but I will do my best.

So what did you think love, hate?