As I stepped into the church, I was looked at by eight or nine guys. I was just a little nervous, but I took a deep breath and walked forward. Then a guy with black and white hair said "stop." and I stopped.
Then this black guy appeared from a set of stairs and started talking.
"Welcome Third Street Saints. You know me as Julius Little. I am glad that you're all here. We need as much help as we can get. We got gangs fightin' over shit that sure as hell ain't theirs."
"Hell yeah!" One guy yelled.
"Oh boy." They white and black haired guy said. Then he turned around and looked at me. Then he asked,"Who the hell is this, Julius?"
"That's the new kid. What's your name, man?" Julius said.
"Trane. Trane Jackson." I answered nervously. I was scared that these guys were gonna beat my ass because I wasn't supposed to see their base.
"Well Trane, are you ready to be canonized?" Julius asked.
"Canonized?" I asked back.
"AKA initiated into this gang. You need to be canonized to be in this gang."
Suddenly I felt ready for anything. I had a feeling that this would happen, but I ignored it until now. In mere seconds, I wiped out six guys with one hand. Then I was nervous again.
"Well well well. Look at what we have here. Looks like we are looking at a natural leader. Alright, you're with us now, and we don't mess around. So listen to the lieutenants and make sure you do everything you're supposed to do for the crew, got it?" The black and white haired guy said.
"Got it." I said.
So then I left the church and went home with a lot on my mind.
