In a world of crime and punishment, where money, war, and lives are collateral. In the depths of the streets where leaders fall and heroes rise, two lives will intertwine, two worlds will collide; and love and hate will be reborn on the streets of Manhattan.
Prologue: Life is Life.
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COME ON WE'VE GOTTA GO!
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Shit they've got guns this time!
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Fiona!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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"FIONA!" Serena woke with a start. Cold sweat drenched her body. She turned her head towards her bedside table and switched the radio on.
It is currently 7.45 am Welcome everyone to the land of the living. And here is Disturbed, Down with the sickness.
"Crap song…" Serena scowled and swung her feet off the bed as the music blasted and stepped on her alarm clock.
"Shit! Damn piece of crap." She growled and headed towards the shower. As the water warmed up she removed her clothes and looked into the mirror. Reflected back was a 16 year old girl, there was nothing juvenile about her looks, she was tall and slender, with nice eyes, but every once in a while there was a look of solid hate held within the sparkling blue orbs. Perhaps it was from the torment at school, perhaps from the hate she held for her father or perhaps it was something completely different.
Serena stepped into the shower and allowed the warm water to run down her skin, she allowed the liquid to wash away her bad dream and bad memories. As she stepped out of the shower, the steam rose to fill the tiny room. Serena quickly dried her hair, dressed and headed back to her room where she picked up her glasses.
"Serena you're going to be late for school if you don't leave now!"
"Thanks mom!" Serena picked up her bag, shoved some essentials in and bolted down the stairs.
"Serena, breakfast?" Her mother yelled to her while she ran to the ratty kitchen door.
"Um…I'll get that at school mom…I got to go I'm already late bye!" Serena headed to the curb and her old rusted Oldsmobile. She pulled on the door handle but to no avail, the door was stuck again.
"Ug! Not again! This stupid car never works!" She tugged and pulled at the handle until the door finally gave in with a loud screech as the door slammed into Serena's leg.
"Fuck! God I hate Mondays!" She stepped into her car, started the ignition and drove off to school, late again.
Serena pulled into the parking lot just as the first bell rung. "No!" Serena began to sprint towards the front gate of her private school. Serena slammed through the double doors as the second bell rang.
"Crap I still have 2 floors to climb!"
"Remember class you have a quiz on-" As Serena crashed through the door of her AP Biology class all heads turned towards her. "Ms. Young, you are late again. That makes 9 times this month." Mr. Ranger scolded.
"I know, I'm sorry, my car um…wouldn't start." Mr. Ranger sighed defeated. "Just take your seat Ms. Young"
"Yes sir."
"Yes Sir, I'm late cause my car is a piece of crap" the other students snickered as Serena walked by.
'Ass holes'
Serena took her seat next to the window. AP Bio was the most boring class Serena took. She gazed out to the courtyard where there were already students cutting class playing soccer in the wide field. The sun was shining bright even though it was still early in the day and the birds were chirping their sweet morning song.
'Cooped up in class, with nothing to do but listen to Mr. Ranger blab on about everything I already know. Stupid administration signed me up for the wrong class............come on bell ring damn you ring'
*Bring* 'Yes'
"Class, please do Assignment C in your course books for tomorrow. Oh Ms. Young may I please talk to you for a moment."
Serena sighed; she was almost out of the door. "Yes Mr. Ranger?"
"Ms. Young, I'm concerned. You're late for class almost half the time; you don't pay attention in class….is there something wrong maybe?"
"Look, Mr. Ranger, I agree that I am late every once in a while and that maybe I don't always pay attention in class but my grades are fine aren't they?"
"Well yes but-"
"Good, thanks for the talk Mr. Ranger." And with that Serena scuttled out of the room.
"Hey Ser! Ser wait up!" Serena whipped around at the distant sound of her friend Fiona, her long hair slapping her face.
"Hey Fi, how was your weekend?"
"Good no thanks to you. You never have time over the weekend to hang out anymore."
"I know, sorry about that, it's just that….I'm, you know, busy…with things…"
"Cryptic as always," Fiona stopped
at her locker and sighed, "I mean I never see you outside of school, you're
always doing something else, it's like you have a life I don't know about or
something."
'I can't even begin to tell you...' "Look Fi, it's nothing really, I'm just
really busy over the weekends is all."
"But Ser, it's not only the weekends, its nights and mornings and-"
"Fi, I really don't have the energy to argue with you today, can we just say that I'm busy all the time and leave it at that, please?"
"Fine, but I wish you'd just tell me what's going on in your life."
"I just don't want to bother you with it is all, it's just that I'm busy ok!" Serena was starting to get really annoyed, the day wasn't going all to well for her.
"Fine, let's get to class then."
The day dragged on endlessly, class after class students filled in and out like brainless zombies, trapped in a maze of walls, books and teachers. Finally the last bell rung releasing the prisoners from their cage. Serena headed towards her car as she heard Fi running behind her.
"Need a ride Fi?" Serena said calmly without even turning her head.
"Man, how do you always do that, you just know when I'm behind you, its crazy nuts. And yes, I do need a ride home."
"Hop in."
Serena drove down the street slowly after dropping Fi off at her apartment building. She was tired, it had been a long day, made longer by the horrible dream she had that night.
'Maybe you should just tell her what you do over the weekend then she'd leave you alone... But what if that makes her freaked or what if she wanted to join me? No I can't let that happen. It's ok, so she doesn't know everything about me, she'll live, she'll get over it.... sides, at least this way I don't have to worry about her getting hurt...'
Serena finally returned home at 7 pm.
"Hey mom, I'm home!"
"Oh Serena, I'm glad you're here, the school called about an hour ago and left you a message. Oh honey don't worry I know you're a great student, besides they seemed happy enough."
"Oh mom, it's not that I'm worried that you'll know bout my school, you know that. It's just…..why the hell are those idiots calling me?"
"Now Serena those idiots I mean people are teaching you…even though you do already know all the stuff, but stick it out, all this will pay off when you get into Harvard. The number is on the desk, they said to call back."
Serena sighed. She dropped and kicked her bag over to the staircase as she walked towards the phone table.
The note read:
From: Principal Silver – Pls call back, info. on up coming event. Call 212-555-9945 before 7:15pm.
Serena checked her watch it was just before 7:15, she picked up the phone and dialed her principal's number.
'I wonder what he needs to talk to me about.'
The phone rang several times before the answering machine picked up.
You have reached 555-9945 please leave a message and we'll get back to you as soon as possible. *Beep*
'Crap' "Um, Mr. Silver, It's Serena Young, I'm calling in respond to your message. If you get this later, please feel free to call me back you have my number bye."
"What did your school want dear?"
"Don't know, I got the principal's answering machine, I guess I'll talk to him tomorrow. What's for dinner?"
"Pot roast, clean up and we'll eat in 10"
"Great."
Serena headed upstairs to unpack her stuff. She stepped into her closet and changed into her home clothes.
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*Ring Ring* The phone buzzed loudly inside the lower east side Manhattan house on the corner of Henry and Jackson at 11:30 pm.
"Madison! You've gotta get over here quick. Or you're gonna miss the band!" The girl on the other end shouted. Over the phone loud music could be heard beating in the background.
"I'm coming now, I had to finish my homework. Don't get your shorts in a bunch."
"Man! I don't know why you put up with that senseless boring work when you could be at this RAVE!"
"Stop yelling Rita, I'll be right there, just give me 45 minutes!"
"45 minutes! What if the cops are here by then?"
"Ah I don't know, fine I'll be there in half then, ok?" Madison was already hurrying around her room gathering her stuff.
"Hurry! See you soon bye."
"Bye."
Madison quickly changed out of her house clothes and into a pair of black boots, a black leather mini skirt and a lace up tank top. Over that she threw on a blue shirt and a leather jacket. The blonde turned to her mirror, applied some eye shadow, liner and gloss, tossed her hair and climbed out her window. She had long perfected the art of stepping onto the high branch and climbing lower to the ground. Something she had done a lot when she was young and her parents would argue. She'd climb out of the window and over the fence to the neighbor's house to talk and eat cookies. Now she used this technique to leave late at night and return early morning. She jumped the back gate and hopped onto her parked silver motorcycle. Fitted her glossy black helmet and sped off into the empty streets towards her gang and the loud music that called out to her soul.
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I hope that you all like that first chapter of my story. I hope that you guy's review I'd love to hear comments and criticism.
Btw, I hope you all realized that anything in italics and with single quote marks like this 'hi' is thinking words.
K, review! Bye ~Jing