(A/N: Another fic! I hope everyone enjoys this one. Don't be upset that no mention of beyblade's in this chapter, there will be in the next one. Please everyone; send a submission for an OC to me please! I'm looking for, two males and (maybe) three females. Please r&r. It might seem mean but I'm not going to update until I get at least ten reviews. Enjoy!)
PROLOGUE
Darkness loomed over the unusually quiet neighbourhood. Heavy rain clouds covered the dull moon, blocking what little light it had provided. The beachside town seemed to lay motionless. From behind a large building, three dark silhouettes were seen. An occasional clatter of metal informed you of their presence.
The cool night breeze swept through the town. Scattered leaves rested on the ground, silently. The air was dense, not too comforting.
The drama of what happened only hours ago seemed ancient and silly. No one thought that it would lead to such drastic actions.
"Infinity, Russia!" the two females looked up as the cold voice of their leader, Galia, addressed them. The hollowness of her eyes chilled the two companions. Their own blue and golden eyes looked up to meet a pair of emerald ones.
The leader's face appeared briefly in the darkness as a dim ray of moonlight escaped its cell wall of clouds and reached the ground. Her light tan showed greatly on her normally white skin. The soft auburn locks of her hair were swept up into a tight bun, as were Infinity and Russia's.
Images of what happened before were still burning in their minds, as if not wanting to leave. A small smirk played across Galia's pink lips, relishing on what is about to come. Revenge as the say, is sweet. This one is going to taste like honey.
Galia signalled for the two teens to follow her. Before long, they had reached an underground passageway. Walking confidently along the dimly lighted tunnel, she began instructing a few directions to the other two females.
" Infinity, I want you to keep out of sight for the whole time. You're in charge of all the defence. Report immediately if anything happens." her voice was crisp and distant, like her attention was elsewhere. "Russia, bring your group of members along with mine to the fight, don't forget to bring the newcomers. I would rather lose one million of them than to have one of the higher rated members like Salima to be gone." she instructed
"The reason for this is simple. Gingerman and his minions do not hold any respect for us. The way Salima had to die was the worst. All I want to do is inflict pain upon them, to revenge her death." Galia paused, letting these information sink in, "I want no distractions, just pain to them. Next time, Alvin, Mist and Russian will think twice before messing with us," she said briefly before turning around to face them.
Without another word, she turned down another passageway, motioning for the second and third co-leaders to not follow her.
Darkness swallowed the massive numbers of gang members from the opposing one's view. The silence was broken as Galia shot the first bullet into the air. The war has begun.
Startled shouts and cries of anguish arose from the targeted gang, but soon they had assembled together and started shooting back. Numerous bodies fell onto the ground as a small drizzle started to settle in.
Alvin raised his gun and shot down one more enemy. Hastily wiping away a streak of blood that was slowly flowing from his mouth, his red-rimmed eyes scanned the field of people, desperately searching for Mist and Russian. He let out a breath of relief as he saw Russian, the sister- loving maniac of his gang, fighting alongside the most mischievous member of his circle, Mist.
Russia smirked excitedly before poking Galia in the ribs. "What?" came the disgruntled reply from her. The red head pointed towards a distracted Alvin, his eyes were glued to another spot.
A small smirk formed on Galia's lips as she took notice of the handsome male. His dark hair lay damp on his head; his startling blue eyes lay dull and blank due to the fight. A trickle of blood still remained near his mouth. His clothing were dishevelled as were her's.
Nodding her head slightly to show Russia she understood, she raised her gun and shot. Alvin suddenly whirled around causing her aim to be misjudged. The bullet did not do much damage but managed to graze his arm slightly, causing a fresh pool of blood to pour down his arm.
Just as Galia was about to take another shot, Russian grabbed her hands from behind. Acting mainly from instinct now because her senses and mind was dulled from the blood around her, she whirled her body around to face the much larger male. Delivering several hard punches to the male's cheek, she quickly slammed her body into his, forcing him down by surprise.
Heaving her tired body up from Russian, her eyes quickly scanned over the male's body. Several large bruises were forming on his cheeks; his black-rimmed glasses were broken. His ugly face looked more disgusting than it had ever been before. Although her insides were retching at the sight, Galia managed to keep on a blank face.
A shout of pain suddenly tore her attention away from analyzing the third in command of Alvin's gang. Her eyes caught Russia moving about the crowd, hastily placing large firecrackers around the base camp of Alvin's gang. Large explosions burst from every corner, the sparks from the firecrackers slowly turned to fires, each burning bigger and brighter than the last one.
Cries of anguish and pain were heard everywhere. People were being burnt to death; some were trapped in walls of fire. Galia took in a large breath, trying to calm herself. Her breath quivered slightly at the gruesome horror happening before her. Small drops of salty tears were soon rolling down her cheeks. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Russia staring at the scene with horror as well.
Mist stared at the scene with astonishment. His black hair was dripping with rainwater. The awe that he held for these huge burning fires that can't be put out by rain was soon replaced by anger. His blue eyes were like icicles, frozen to their depths.
Feeling someone approaching him, he turned around to face a short guy, similar height to himself. His face relaxed slightly. Galia did not accept males into her gang just like Alvin doesn't want females in theirs.
"What do you want?" his cold voice cut through the cries of others like a knife. The stout male took his time in answering, "I just wanted to tell you that I adore you, you're my favourite leader from this gang." He looked at Mist with hopeful eyes, wishing that his idol would say something nice back to him.
Mist though, had a different idea. A devilish smirk placed itself onto his face, without a word he killed the young male. His smirk widened seeing the death of this person. It wasn't that he liked killing people, it was a strange phobia that he had. Smiling bitterly, he shouted at the cold body, "I hate everyone who likes me!"
Russian was still lying on the ground, surprise still lingering in his minds. The female had been quite strong. Then again, he wouldn't expect anything less from his sister's best friend and also gang leader. The corners of his mouth tilted upwards. His sister, also the one he loves. Yeah, it may sound weird but he loved his sister in more than a bother-sister sort of way.
Her name sounded so beautiful to him, Russia. Russia, Russia, Russia. He just couldn't get enough of her. The way her red hair shimmered in the sun or the way she could move so swiftly in the dark. The mere mention of her sent sparks of electricity through his body.
His smile was wiped away and immediately replaced by worry. He instantly jumped up, not noticing the wound on his hairy legs. Russia was in this gang fight! Being one of the top fighters in Galia's gang, she would be a main target for Alvin!
Groaning at his stupidity at not figuring this out earlier, Russian tore through the crowd, frantically searching for his sister.
Alvin clutched his left arm tightly, trying not to grimace in pain. Passing a group of males, he by chance heard part of their conversation. He noticed them immediately as the group who had caused the rebellion last summer.
A blond male around eighteen spoke up, "Look at him! A small graze on the arm and he's holding it like a broken limb or something, what a sissy."
Alvin growled dangerously but managed to pass them without any show of anger. His mask of anger was shattered when he noticed Galia standing in the middle of the battle, staring at the incidents happening before her, glued to the spot.
A handsome smirk placed itself onto his face. "I'll show you a real surprise attack," he thought, reaching into his leather jacket for his gun, positioning it tightly in his hands, he began to aim.
Galia continued staring in shock. After so much gang fights, she still wasn't accustomed to all the bloodshed. She wasn't heartless like so many rumours about her had suggested, but in a world like this, you either killed, or you'll be killed.
A sharp pain ran through her body. Her heart started tearing up with pain. Her whole body shook visibly. Her hands absently reached up to place themselves onto her chest. Her breaths came in loud wheezes, her head lolled around her neck.
Taking several deep breaths, Galia managed to steady her breathing long enough to cough out a small pool of dark crimson liquid. Her whole body swayed unsteadily, looking just about to lose her grounding. Coughing out another mouthful of blood, she quickly spoke into her headphone.
"Infinity," her voice was raspy and quiet, " Send someone out to give my medication, it's acting up again." Before giving Infinity a chance to reply, she was overcome with a coughing fit, pools of blood splashed onto the wet floor.
Her body collapsed onto the floor just as Alvin shot the bullet in her direction. Instead of hitting Galia as planned, the bullet killed the person directly behind her, Russia.
A loud screeching brought Mist to the heart of the fight, only to see that it came from Russian. He knelt before his sister's cold body; large drops of tears fell onto the ground.
Alvin and Mist both headed over to Galia's fallen boy, both keen on knowing what's the matter; they were stopped though, by Infinity. Her silver hair clung to her back as she also knelt down, but in front of Galia. "Call an ambulance!" she cried out, " I can't believe her medical problems acted up again!"
Before long, flashing lights appeared in the darkness. Immediately, everyone was gone, except for the dead and the leaders and co-leaders of the two gangs.
Slowly, all the bodies were carried away, all except six. The teens stood in the pouring rain, watching as the fire was put out. Along with the fire, their ambition for violence was gone as well.
Their pride were torn and tattered, as were their young souls lost forever to that unforgettable night.
(A/N: Please give me an OC! Give as much info as you want!)