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Special Thanks: To El and Step, for all that they've been doing for me. That includes the beta reading of my stories and setting up the Billy mood to write this!
This is my first Death Sentence fanfic. Tell me what you think!
"Fucking punk!" Billy cursed before jerking the pocket knife out of his arm. Street fights were already a routine for him and this would only be another scar left to remind him of it. His friends were already taking care of the motherfucker, he didn't need to worry about it.
The young Billy Darley was only seven when he first left a descent mark on someone, a cut on Vinci's stomach. They had been playing football and this hot headed young boy got pissed off over losing the game from the neighbor whom he judged not to be worth to spent time with. That's how his father, Bones Darley, raised him. If you don't like something or someone, fucking deal with it. And deal didn't mean to accept, but change it, not matter what.
Despite all the rudeness and carelessness, Billy actually cared for someone, only one person at all, his young brother Joe. When it came to dealing with their father, Billy always took the blame for anything that Joe might have done. Growing up in an area controlled by his father had two sides. The good being that people somewhat respected and feared him, the bad being that there were plenty of thugs around wanting the control Bones had. Gangs were as important for him as milk is for a baby.
Now at age of 24, he stood at 6'2½" and did an amazing job intimidating people. His appearance had a lot to do with that. Tribal tattoos made their way from his right arm up to the right shoulder, curled around the back of his head and sides of neck to end up down on his left arm, in the same way it started on the other side. His long blonde locks were gone, he had gotten it all shaved off and grew facial hair. The only thing that remained the same was the undefined shade of green of his eyes. He had his own gang and had to stand up for it, otherwise someone else would take his place and he could not allow that.
While Bones worked on his body shop, his façade to sell drugs and guns, Billy was sent around to collect for him. With his gang, he made people pay what they owned any way possible. If they didn't, he'd have to pay his father with his own life and that certainly wasn't an option. That's how he grew up: loveless.
"Dude, this looks pretty bad." Bodie motioned his head at his childhood friend, and now gang leader's arm.
"Not as bad as that." Billy grinned at the unconscious body, laying not far from them, they all laughed. It actually hurt like hell and he couldn't stop the bleeding.
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"I'm on my way to deliver the coffee Ally."
"You want me to wait for ya to get back?"
"Nah, it's alright. I got it."
"Ok then. See ya tomorrow."
"See ya." Julie piled up the plastic glasses and took them to her black Geo Storm.
Julie Lane, a college drop out girl who now worked in The Falcon coffee shop and rented the apartment upstairs. She had been living there for the past year, after coming from Minnesota, where she was born and raised. Her mom died when she was ten from brain cancer. Her father was a three star general, who was never home. She learned real early that his role in the world was more important than being a father, not that he was bad to her, he just was never around. She never held that against him. Being a former army brat, Julie learned how to be independent and self-sufficient, very useful things at this point in her life.
Every night, it was her duty to close the Falcon, since she lived upstairs. And her or the other two girls took rounds to take the coffee to the nearby hospital for the tired and sleepy doctors. Tonight, it happened to be her turn.
Julie recently turned 21, the girls made her a cake and they went out dancing, wanting to have a good time. Standing at 5' 8", ignoring her boots' heels, she had natural brown hair but getting highlights all those years made her look something between light brown and blonde. She had it all up in a ponytail and a light fringe fell on her forehead.
Her slim, yet athletic figure passed through the emergency doors right after a boy with a cracked skull was carried through. Not that she was a fan of blood, but as time went by, she got used to it. Julie's green eyes fell upon her favorite doctor ever, Doc. Mark Westling. He was a young man with dark hair and deep blue eyes. As gentle as he could be, he greeted her with a smile.
"Hello there Julie!"
She smiled. "Hey! Here's your latest amount of happiness." Julie handed him his coffee before placing the others on the counter, so other doctors could just come and take theirs.
Mark chuckled after a long gulp. "I really needed that."
"Busy day?"
"Aren't they all?"
She chuckled. "Gotta go. See ya. Good luck with the cracked head."
Mark laughed amused. "Pity I didn't get that one!"
Julie made a disgusted face before turning to make her way out.
"Oops!" She bumped into a heavy build guy and he emitted a small painful groan. "Sorry." She looked up at him. He was bald and had a goatee, the tattoo around his neck and arms definitely caught her eye, but in a scary way. The guy only wore a black t-shirt, pretty brave of him, considering the cold weather outside. He held his left arm with a bloodied hand. "Gee!" Her eyes grew. "Hold up." She turned to call Mark , but he was out of sight. "Sit there and hold a sec, yeah?"
"Do I look like someone who can fucking wait?"
"Well, I was going to look for a doctor for you but it seems like you can do it faster by yourself." She turned but his bloodied hand grabbed her arm. She looked down at her now dirty jacket and glared at him, he still held her arm. "I need my arm."
"Yeah." He finally let go and she took off, coming back less than fifteen seconds later with Mark behind her.
"It was my pleasure, asshole." She ironically said in a low voice to herself as Mark lead the guy away. The spooky creature didn't even say thank you or anything. Julie walked to the bathroom to try and wash the blood out of her jacket. She finished up and was ready to go home when Doc. Marie Spell met her in the hall. They got caught up in a friendly chat until she had to get to an emergency. Julie could finally go home. She walked to her parked car, lowly singing a random song.
"Hey!" A rusky voice called behind her but she didn't bother to turn, it wasn't for her anyway. "HEY!" The male voice yelled now and she finally turned to see what was going on. It was the spooky dude.
"What?"
He walked closer and took a moment to answer as his eyes ran up and down, analyzing the young woman in front of him. "What do you want?"
"Excuse me?"
"I'm not the kind of guy who owes people favors, so just tell me what you want so we can call it even."
"Ah please!" She chuckled. "It was nothing. I see they took care of you." She motioned at his bandaged arm. "So, bye." She meant to walk away but he grabbed her arm again, this time with a clean hand. She knew better than that. Julie spun around and her fist met his cheek.
"What the fuck woman?!"
"Just get on your way and leave me alone. You owe me nothing" She stated and quickly walked out of his reach. This guy had issues, he preferred to give her something instead of just saying thank you. People were definitely going crazy these days.
Billy stood there while the girl walked away, admiring her descent punch, but he fucking hated her attitude. "Bitch." He cursed before turning to the opposite way, Bodie was waiting for him in the car around the corner.
Julie took a fringe lock out of her eye and turned the radio on to sing along before driving off.
Seems the further from town I go
The more I hate this place
He's got leather and big tattoos
Scars all over his face
And I wonder if he ever has cried
Cause he couldn't get a date for the prom
He's got his arm around every man's dream
And crumbs in his beard from the seafood special
Oh can't you see my world is falling apart
Baby please leave the biker
Leave the biker, break his heart
Now his friend leans over and says
Looks like we got us a fag
I wonder if that guy's read one word
That wasn't in a porno mag
Leave the Biker - Fountains of Wayne