Something I came up with today

Something I came up with today. It's basically the events leading up to and after the incident when Wocky was shot.

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The Kitaki Family were the biggest organised crime syndicate in the city. Their underworld connections were unrivalled, save for one other group- The Rivales Family. The two had been in competition for generations, and the younger gang members often took it upon themselves to try to rid themselves of 'Public Enemy Number One'.

Wocky Kitaki was the son of Winfred 'Big Wins' Kitaki, the most notorious of gangster bosses. Wocky was immensely proud of his gangster heritage, and, he thought, was fully prepared to take on the dynasty he would one day inherit. He was eager to prove his worth in the gangster world, and would fight it out with the Rivales whenever he got the chance.

The Kitaki Family Gang consisted of six close-knit street G's, Wocky included.

First and foremost was Jaxon Driver- twenty-three years old, tall, thin, and dangerous in every meaning of the word. He donned no jewellery or tattoos like the rest of the gang, but his bare white skin made him look all the more menacing, along with his white-blond hair and eyes like ice. He was a cold, serious, silent young man. He hadn't always been, oh no, he had once been as excitable as Wocky himself, but that had all changed since a little incident four years ago. Long story short, he had run into an ambush. In any other situation he would have thought to Hell with it, and fought to the death, but in that case Wocky was with him. Wocky was only fourteen at the time. Jaxon had hidden him behind some trash cans and tied a cloth over his eyes. He told him to block his ears and wait for him to come get him. Wocky did as he was told- for once. A few seconds later he heard a few gunshots, and then Jaxon had grabbed him and was dragging him away. Wocky had asked Jaxon if he had shot the attackers. Jaxon had said yes. Wocky had thought Jaxon was so cool right then. Jaxon seemed to disagree.

After that, Jaxon changed drastically.

Lola Anderson was twenty-two years old, and, being the only woman in a gang of five males, she had to know how to handle herself. She was tall and slender, with flaming red hair and bright blue eyes. A born G with a street-wise attitude, she knew how to use her looks to her advantage. One could even go so far as to label her a slut. Lola had actually been Wocky's first kiss, though not through choice. It was on a night out and she was drunk. She had literally grabbed the back of his hair, forced her lips against his and thrusted her tongue down his throat. There wasn't any feeling in it- it was just a silly game she was playing to show off and embarrass Wocky.

Needless to say, it had worked.

Daniel Jaggers, or Danny for short, was as 'badass' as you could get. His arms were heavily tattooed with swear words, hearts, skulls and the like, and on his back he proudly sported the Kitaki Family crest. He was so pierced with spikes and rings that it was a surprise that liquid didn't come pouring out of him like through a sieve when he drank. He seemed to have infinite knowledge of firearms and other weaponry, and was the best in the gang at hand-to-hand combat after Jaxon. He was the one who had taught Wocky how to fight. He was a tough teacher- a really tough teacher- and Wocky had often ended his many 'lessons' pinned to the ground, bruised and bloodied, his face being pushed into the dust, or even into his own vomit. Danny never let Wocky take a break, even if he was sick.

"Other G's aint' gonna stop if ya hurl, so neither am I."

Deano Kitaki was almost twenty-one, and was Wocky's older cousin on his father's side. He was the joker of the pack, with a wild mop of brown hair and green eyes that shone with laughter. He was a born trickster and lived to torment poor Wocky. Despite his relentless teasing, he was actually very fond of his 'lil' cuz' and was always the first to jump to his defence should he ever get in any trouble.

Which was often.

Chris Fielding was eighteen years old and the only African-American G in The Kitaki Family Gang. He was the newest member of the gang- he had earned their respect after he managed to hit ten consecutive bulls-eyes during target practice. He was a smart kid with plenty of attitude. Initially Wocky was glad to have gang member his age- Chris was actually a few months younger than him- and he hoped that the others would finally stop babying him, but no such luck.

Old habits die hard, apparently.

Wocky Kitaki himself was eighteen, and second youngest. He refused to admit it, but he was the baby of the gang. Not literally, but as he had been a member since he was only fourteen or fifteen, and because he was short for his age, the others G's had grown accustomed to treating him like a child. The most excitable and energetic of the gang, often the others' tendency to treat him like a kid was justified.

Sometimes they found it hard to believe- and a little scary- that this was the boy who would one day take over as the head of The Kitaki Family.

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Wocky skidded round the corner, hurtling towards the usual meeting place. Dammit, he was so late! Typical- on the day they were finally going to stick it to the Rivales, his Mom had to go into full-on raging bull mode.

"Oh, look who it is!" Danny crowed to the rest of the gang upon seeing the breathless Wocky sprinting towards them. "Hey, kiddo! Ready to bust some teeth?"

Wocky doubled over, leaning his hands against his knees, panting for breath. Raising his head, he grinned. "You betcha!"

It wasn't exactly a lie- true he was feeling sick to his stomach, but Deano had told his that it was normal to feel like that before a brawl. This would be his second big fight. He had learned from his first that the waiting was far worse than the actual fighting, though he was feeling a lot better this time than he had the last brawl. And that one had only been hand-to-hand. This time any weapons except firearms were allowed.

"What kept ya, cuz?" Deano piped up "Plum make you tidy your room 'fore you came out?" He and Lola snickered and bumped their fists together in appreciation of the joke.

"Shaddap." Wocky muttered, not wanting to admit that Deano was right.

"Nah, I kid, I kid." Deano grinned, waving a hand dismissively. "Seriously, though, you be careful out there, 'kay, cuz?" He ruffled Wocky's hair affectionately.

"Yeah, yeah, get off me, you bastard!" Wocky tried to swat Deano's hand away, but Deano caught his wrist and pulled Wocky into a hug. Needless to say Wocky wasn't too happy about this.

"Cut it out!"

"Aw, my lil' Pocky's growin' up!" Deano laughed, pinching Wocky's cheek and shaking his head roughly by it.

"You call me that again, I swear I'll-"

"Leave it, Deano." Jaxon muttered without even looking at them. He was leaning with his back again the wall, hands in pockets. Deano did as he was told and released Wocky. Jaxon rarely spoke, but when he did, his word was law.

Wocky stumbled away from his cousin, rubbing his cheek.

"When I'm the boss, you gonna be first on my hit list fo' shiz!" He said, glaring at Deano. "What time we steppin' to the Rivales?"

"'Bout an hour," said Lola. "What'cha got for us, Dan?"

Dan smirked "I thought you'd never ask." Sliding to the ground from where he leaned against the wall, crossing his legs and producing a plastic shopping bag from behind his back.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he grinned deviously. "Name your weapons." And with that he tipped the entire contents of the bag on the ground, sending assorted knives and blades scattering in all directions.

The rest of the gang pounced upon the pile, eager to see what treasures were available to them.

"Oh, that's nice…" Chris smiled, raising a curved knife to the setting sun and admiring the light dancing on the metal blade. "Look at that." He shuffled over to Wocky. "See that curve at the end? Slides right in like this-" He slowly swung his arm from upwards from his waist "And then you can just-" He gave the knife a few quick, vicious twists. Then he withdrew the blade, satisfied, and tucked it into his back pocket.

"What the Hell is this?" Lola mused, picking up a large, twisted metal blade which had been clumsily fixed to a home-made wooden handle. "A corkscrew?! What you been smokin', Danny?"

"What you talkin' bout, missy? That piece there's perfect fo' back stabbin' and eye goungin'!" Said Danny indignantly.

Lola narrowed her eyes suspiciously "Really?"

"Really." Danny assured "Twists 'em right out." He made a popping sound with his lips for emphasis.

"Well, I'll take it then." Lola decided. "But I'm havin' this too!" She added, snatching up a small, sharp kitchen knife. She stuffed both weapons into her jeans.

Wocky picked up what looked like the handle to a switchblade knife. He clicked the switch, expecting the blade to pop out of the slot at the top of the handle. It didn't. Frowning, he hit the handle against the ground a few times, thinking the blade might just be stuck. When it still failed to come out, he raised it, slot facing him, with the intent to check if it indeed held a blade. He was about to look down the slot when- the blade came out.

"Gah!" Wocky screamed in shock and dropped it. Not that you could blame him- he was one second away from having a knife stuck in his eye.

"Hey, wazzat?" Said Deano, reached for the switchblade Wocky had dropped. Turning it over and over in his hand and trying out a few practice stabs, he asked "You want this?"

"No!" Said Wocky quickly.

Deano grinned, snapping the blade back into it's handle and pocketing it.

"You not want anything, Jax?" He called over to Jaxon, who was still leaning against the wall.

"I got mine already." Jaxon said emotionlessly. Deano simply nodded in response.

Danny was closely examining a medium-lengthed shiv, nodding in appreciation of the design.

"Not to long, not to short." He muttered. "Perfect." He tucked the large weapon into his belt.

"Hey. Hey, shorty, get over here." He called, beckoning Wocky over. "I got somethin' for ya."

"Yeah, what?" Said Wocky irritably, trotting over to Danny.

"Here, try this out." Danny said, fumbling in his pocket and bringing out a metal knuckleduster.

Wocky was momentarily stunned.

"You ain't serious." He decided.

"Naw, naw, I am!" Danny insisted. "S'your reward fo' bein' such a good student and takin' all those punches." He held the knuckleduster out on the flat of his palm.

Wocky eyed Danny suspiciously. It wouldn't be out of character for him to snatch it away at the last second and shout 'Tricked you!' He reached out his hand slowly, then quickly grabbed it from Danny's open palm.

Danny grinned "You don't have much faith in The Dan, do ya?"

Well, would you trust the man who had broken three of your ribs? Wocky chewed his lip, still uncertain.

"Try it out, come on!" Danny urged.

Wocky took off his ring and put it in his pocket and slid the knuckleduster over his fingers.

"How's that?" Danny asked, smirking.

"Woah…" Wocky curled his hand into a fist, running his fingers over the sharp contours in the metal of the knuckleduster, staring at it in awe.

Danny chuckled at the look of pure delight on Wocky's face. "Knew you'd like it. It's stainless steel to, so it won't rust or nothin'."

"Th-Thanks, Danny, man…" Said Wocky, his eyes still on the metal fixed on his fist.

"Try it. Away, hit me." Danny offered, sticking out his chin tauntingly. "Unless you're scared…"

Wocky's eyes flamed, and Danny tittered. He knew Wocky could never stand being called a coward. He hated it almost as much as he hated being called 'cute'. His pride would be his downfall someday, the others were sure of it.

Wocky swung his fast. Danny caught it just before it hit his face as twisted it behind Wocky's back.

"Ow! Oww! You freakin' son of a bitch!" Wocky yelled, struggling.

"You're an idiot." Danny laughed, giving him a push away.

Wocky scowled at Danny, and then grinned when he remembered the knuckleduster.

"How much longer?" He asked.

"'Bout half an hour." Lola said, playing with her lighter, flicking it on and off. "Cigarette?" She held out the pack to the gang. Deano, Danny and Chris took one each. Jaxon stayed leaning against the wall like some tall white statue.

"Wocky?" She held a cigarette out to him.

"I don't-"

"Yeah, yeah, you don't smoke," Lola muttered, lighting the cigarette and popping it in her own mouth, taking a long drag on it as if it was the very air she breathed. "Pussy." She added as an afterthought, blowing smoke in his face.

"You really pushin' it, ginger." Said Wocky threateningly, trying to glare at her but looking more like he was pouting.

Lola laughed "Ah, you're cute."

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Wocky exploded, his cheeks reddening involuntarily.

"Not even if it's true?" Lola said mischievously.

"GODDAMMIT!" Wocky clenched his fists. "How much longer?"

"Twenty minutes?"

"Shit!" Wocky collapsed into the ground. He hated to admit it, but the tension was getting to him. The waiting was the hardest part, and Wocky wasn't sure he could hold out for twenty minutues. Dammit, this was all Deano's fault! If he hadn't been so overprotective an let him fight more often, Wocky would have been more used to the stress! But no, it was always 'You're too lil', kiddo. Maybe next time.'

Too little, my ass! Deano's been brawlin' since he was younger than me! Thought Wocky with disdain.

After about five more minutes of biting his nails, chewing his lip, flicking his switchblade and fidgeting in general, Wocky couldn't stand the stress any longer.

"I can't take this, man. I'm goin'!" He announced, getting to his feet.

"Woah, woah, what you think you're doin'?" Said Deano quickly.

"I'm gonna go kick some Rivales ass, 'aight?" Wocky said.

"Oh no you're not! We said eight." Deano cried, getting up.

"Sooo… I'm gonna strike when their guard's down, yeah?" Wocky sighed impatiently.

Deano paused, as if thinking about this. "I dunno, cuz…"

"Ah, let 'im go. My number one student's ready for this!" Danny argued. Wocky nodded in agreement.

"Whadda you think, Jaxon?" Deano asked. Jaxon did not reply, instead waving a hand dismissively, as if to say he couldn't care less.

"Well, all right." Deano eventually gave in reluctantly. "But be careful!"

"Yeah, no sweat! You're lookin' at the future boss of The Kitakis, right?" Wocky grinned, giving Deano the thumbs up sign before dashing off down the street before Deano or anyone else could change their minds and call him back.

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The Rivales Family Gang, led by Gary Rivales, the eldest son of The Family's Boss, were waiting at the abandoned park for their enemies to show. It was where they always held their brawls, and their annual fights were something of a tradition.

Gary Rivales was almost twenty-four, and was a seasoned veteran on the gangster streets. His gang consisted of his tough-talking younger brother Ozzy, the big and beautiful Zara, self-styled street punk Keith, know-it-all Vann, and smooth operator Frankie and his brat kid sister Carey. Gary was the heir to The Rivales Family, though he hadn't always been. He and Ozzy had once had another brother, Jacob, but he had been shot dead by a Kitaki four years ago. He was only twenty-three at the time.

Wocky got to the park at little past quarter to eight. The Rivales were already there, laughing and joking amongst themselves. Their jokes mainly consisted of the stupidity and overall wack-ness of the Kitaki Family, specifically that of the future boss. If it had been any other situation, Wocky would've pounced right there and then, but he couldn't help but falter when he noticed how many of them there were, plus the empty bottles discarded on the ground suggested they had been drinking.

"You think they're even gonna show?"

"Heh, wouldn't surprise me if they didn't. Buncha turkeys…"

Wocky wasn't going to stand for that. He hated been called a coward more than almost anything. If those Rivales thought they could call Wocky Kitaki a chicken and get away with it, they had another thing coming!

"Oi. OI!" Wocky shouted, running into view from his hiding place behind the wall.

The Rivales looked over at him with such looks of disinterest that it angered Wocky even further.

"You Rivales gonna regret that!" He yelled threateningly.

The Rivales each looked at each other with confusion written all over their faces. They began to mutter amongst themselves. Wocky glared and readied his stance for action. A smirking young man wearing an expensive-looking suit stepped forward a few steps. Wocky stayed where he was- about twenty or thirty feet away.

"You know who I am?" He said, smiling evilly all over his face.

"Yeah, you sad excuse for a G! Gary Rivales!" Wocky spat the name out as if it tasted bad in his mouth.

"Heir to The Rivales- most feared gangstas in town." Gary corrected, cocking an eyebrow up mockingly. "Who are you, kid?"

"Wocky Kitaki, future boss of The Kitaki Family." Said Wocky, not wanting to let Gary get one over on him. Unfortunately, this attempt at bragging seemed to backfire on him.

The Rivales looked incredulously at each other in disbelief. Then they all burst into raucous rounds of laughter.

"Good one, kid! Man, you really had me goin' for a second there!" Gary chuckled.

Wocky's face flushed scarlet. "Shut up! I'm a Kitaki, and we're the only O.Gs around here, so you can shut your yap, you frickin' motherfucker!" He shouted fiercely.

"Oooh!" The Rivales all raised their hands and eyebrows in mock shock and fear tauntingly. Wocky had to will himself to keep still. He had to remember what Danny had taught him- never go to your opponent, always wait for them to come to you. Going to them gives them time to prepare for a counter-attack.

"You really serious, kid?" Gary asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

Wocky simply nodded in reply, his glare drilling holes in Gary's head. It took a second for this news to sink in before The Rivales all began to laugh again, doubling over as they roared so hard their stomachs hurt.

"No… No way!" Gary yelled, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "This is just too good! You… You're the Kitaki Heir? How old are you, sixteen?"

"I'm eighteen." Wocky snapped furiously. "And I'm more than a match for you guys, so bring it!"

"Heh." Gary snorted "You sure you don't wanna wait for backup? If you have any, that is."

"S'not gonna take much to beat the crap outta you posers." Wocky said insolently.

Gary grinned again "Big words for a little boy." He mocked. "Well? Show me whatcha got."

Wocky reached into his pocket and brought out the switchblade, flicking it open rather clumsily, not taking his eyes off Gary once.

Gary let out a 'Ha!' of contempt. "Am I s'posed to be scared? I betcha don't even know how to use that thing." He said, nodding at the knife.

"Shows what you know." Wocky shot back, though he just realised himself that Gary was right. He had absolutely no idea how to use a blade. He frantically racked his brains to back with the gang, how Deano and the others had executed their practice stabs.

"C'mon! I ain't afraid o' you!" Wocky challenged.

"I think you are." Gary said.

"I'm not!" Wocky yelled, though beads of cold sweat had broken out on his forehead and his heart was hammering so hard against his ribcage that he was sure Gary would be able to hear it. "Bring it on!"

Gary shrugged, his eyes glinting chaotically. He flashed a jagged grin "You asked for it." And with that the grin faded, and a storm took over Gary's face. In a movement faster than Wocky could blink, he snatched something grey from his belt and raised it.

A loud 'Bang!' rang out.

And pain exploded in Wocky's chest, knocking him backwards and onto the ground. His chest was burning, and he couldn't breathe. Goddammit, he couldn't breathe. He gasped and wheezed, but he couldn't draw in any air, and every choke felt as if his throat was being grated. Something warm was spreading across his chest, dying his clothes a deep red. He could hear The Rivales shouting and screaming, and heavy boots pelting the ground as they ran away. Amidst all the mayhem, Wocky was sure he heard Gary say "That was for my brother."

Wocky wasn't sure how long he stayed lying there on the cold hard ground, wanting to move but unable to, his own blood spreading out around him into a red puddle. Maybe a minute. Maybe ten minutes. Maybe a hour. He didn't know.

"Wocky? Wocky!? Oh Gawd!" And then he could feel strong arms around him and raising his torso out of the crimson pool. He coughed, causing a clot of blood to rise in his throat and spatter across his face.

"They shot my cousin." Deano whispered, horrified, looking down at Wocky. "They shot… my cousin…" His voice cracked. And then he exploded in a fit of rage "Those bastards! They shot my cousin!" He began to run to the street that The Rivales had left by, but Lola leapt on him to hold him back.

"Stop it! They're gone, there's nothing you can do!"

"They shot my cousin!" Deano screamed, on the verge of tears. "You bastards! You fucking bastards! He's only eighteen!"

"Leave it!" Shouted Danny, who was the one holding Wocky. "Chris! Go tell Wocky's folks, move it!"

Chris, who had been watching the whole scene with a silent terror on his face, quickly nodded, turned, and sprinted away in the opposite direction towards Kitaki Mansion. He was gone in a flash- nobody was faster than Chris.

"N…" Wocky winced and coughed.

"Wocky!" Deano collapsed beside his cousin "Lil' cuz… S'okay, I'm here. S'me, Deano. Everything's gonna be okay, cuz. Everything's gonna be…" Wocky felt a droplet of water splash onto his face as Deano leaned over him.

"D… Don't…" Wocky cringed.

"Don't talk, its okay…" Deano whispered.

Wocky shook his head, his breathing becoming faster and more urgent. "D-Don't tell… my mom…" He coughed again, more blood pouring from his mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head.

"Oh God no!" Deano screamed, leaping to his feet. "Whadda we do? For fuck's sake, whadda we do?! Jaxon!" He stumbled over to Jaxon, his eyes pleading desperately for help. "Whadda we do?"

"Nothing." Said Jaxon, watching Wocky carefully with cold eyes. "I've seen this before. He's a goner. Leave 'im."

"What are you saying?" Deano squeaked. His voice grew hysteric "What the fuck are you saying?!"

"I'm saying- he's gonna die."

Wocky's eyes immediately snapped open, wild and afraid, his chest rising and falling faster and faster.

"He's not gonna die, y'hear me?" Deano shrieked at Jaxon, grabbing him by his jacket. He was openly crying by now. "I won't let 'im die!"

"Deano!" Lola screamed, averting her eyes pointedly to Wocky, whose lip was trembling. Squatting down by his side, she wiped the blood from his chin and gave his hand a squeeze- he was still wearing the knuckleduster Danny had given him. "Its okay, lil' G, don't cry."

"N…" Wocky blinked his eyes, desperately trying to rid himself of the tears. Even if he was going to die, he would not cry.

The same couldn't be said for Deano, who, by now, was in hysterics, crying and screaming swear words at Jaxon, The Rivales, himself.

"It's all my fault. Shoot me! Y'hear me?! I said shoot me!" He hollered into the sky as if appealing to the heavens. "Fuck it!"

"Deano! Shut up!" Danny shouted. Everyone fell silent. Danny's shout was as loud as a volcano, and just as menacing. "He ain't dead yet, so stop acting like he is! Deano, you got your phone?"

Deano shook his head, wiping his nose on the back of his hand.

"Then go find a pay phone! Scat!" Danny shouted. Deano did as he was commanded.

"What do we do…?" Lola asked fearfully.

"I dunno," Danny said. "What you s'posed to do when someone gets shot?"

"I don't know! I-I think we're supposed to keep them awake…?" Lola guessed. "A-At least that's what they did on that hospital show I watched…"

"Right…" Danny nodded, looking down at Wocky, who had his eyes shut tight and was breathing alarmingly slowly. "Wocky. Wocky! Wake up, dammit!" He shook him hard. Wocky coughed.

"Don't shake him, idiot!" Lola shouted frantically. Kneeling down beside Wocky, she cupped his face in her cold hands. "Wocky, stay with me, Wocky. Wocky!" She slapped him lightly across his cheek. Wocky opened his eyes, causing the tears to spill out over his cheeks.

"A…!" Wocky's face contorted, furious with himself for allowing that to happen, and frustrated that he didn't have the strength to lift his hand and wipe his eyes. Lola did it for him.

"My poor baby…" She whispered. Wocky blinked angrily in response. He wasn't a kid any more, so why did everyone treat him like he was?! Lola smiled weakly in amusement. Even when he was dying, Wocky was still Wocky.

"Dammit, where the fuck is Deano?" Danny spat, looking around. "We don't have time for this shit. We gotta get 'im to hospital now, or else…"

"Th-There's a clinic not so far from here… Th-The Meraktis Clinic? I-I think we can get a p-patch-up op there…" Lola stuttered, brushing aside the orange hair that was sticking to Wocky's forehead.

"Then I'm gonna take 'im there myself." Danny decided, shifting to his knees. Wocky choked, and Danny turned him on his side as he retched helplessly onto the concrete ground. "Jaxon, gimme a hand, will ya?!" Danny craned his neck to shout to Jaxon.

Jaxon was stood with his hands in his pockets- the same position he had been in since they had got there. He continued to stare blankly at his three friends.

"Fine, screw you." Danny said, struggling to his feet with the help of Lola. Wocky screamed. Then gasped and coughed.

"For fuck's sake!" Jaxon suddenly shouted. "Leave 'im! Just get your fuckin' hands off 'im! He's a dead man, why hurt 'im more?" His eyes were alight with anger and something that looked like sorrow.

Danny glared at Jaxon. "That's how you wanna be, fine. But this kid ain't goin' nowhere while I'm around." He said coldly.

Lola held Wocky's head to stop it jerking back as Danny carried him. "Bastards." She hissed. "We agreed: no guns."

"You stay here and wait for Deano." Danny ordered Jaxon. No-one had ever gave demands to Jaxon before, but this was an emergency. "When he gets back, tell 'im we've gone to Meraktis. Got it?" His stony glare said that 'No' was not an acceptable answer.

Jaxon didn't respond.

"Let's go then." Said Danny. "Lola, try 'n keep 'im awake, would ya?" And he set off walking.

Wocky could feel Lola's cool hand on his forehead and he could hear her whispering but her voice was getting quieter and quieter and he was hurting so much and he was so so tired and he was suddenly frightened because he knew that if he went to sleep he might never wake up so he tried to open his eyes wide but his eyelids were to heavy and he had to rest them and then he couldn't open them again and he could feel himself drifting and he knew he was going to sleep in spite of himself, he was going to sleep…

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At that very moment, a young African-American boy was bursting into the Kitaki residence, eyes wide, brow glistening and lungs hungry for air.

"Wocky's been shot."

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Well, there it is! I came out rather dark, but what can you expect from a story where someone gets shot? This fic sort of reminds me of 'The Outsiders'... Those who have read that book will understand, I'm sure!

About that paragraph near the end, yeah, I know it's all one sentence. It's supposed to show how Wocky is slowly losing consciousness and it's dragging on and on… Sorry if I didn't make that very clear in the story.

Sorry to end this on such a dismal note, but I couldn't think of any other way to end it. I was going to have it end when Wocky was waking up in the hospital after his operation… Should I do another chapter?

And a 'Pocky' is a Japanese sweet. They're kinda like pretzels, but fruit flavoured!

Hmm, I was thinking, I might get a DA account soon… I drew a picture of Wocky and Deano, and I want to put it up!