Chapter Two: Justicrutors
I stare at my ceiling. It has gained a much lighter hue during the past hours. Means the sun has risen. Means I once again received no rest. I hear Daniel's car leaving. He takes Ella to school, then heads back to his Police department. I turn my focus on my battle jacket, moreso the huge patch of its back. A red hexagram symbol, with a grinning black skull in its middle, chewing on a knife and a bullet, while black blood drips out of its mouth. " Justicrutors" is written above the skull, still in the red. " Captain Kraus" is written underneath the patch. I nod, then get up, take the battle jacket from my chair, put it on, equip myself with army pants, a "Punisher" t-shirt, army boots, a skull bandana, and finally, pick up my guitar bag, with no guitar in it. Nope... my most trusted weapon - My Battle Axe. I leave my bedroom, hug my canine friend downstairs, waiting for the coffee machine. While waiting, I go to check the computer downstairs, our personal Justicutors website. I grin when some of my men reveal pictures of their parties from last night. They make me proud, cleaning up the trash of the streets of Marrow City. As soon as I finish my coffee, I sit down in front of Io, hugging him once again. "Please protect Ella when she's back from school, my dear friend." I say smiling, kissing the dog's head, then get up. I lock the door behind me, taking another key from the same key set to insert it into the slot of my motorcycle. The roaring sound of my Harley combined with the powerful Metal blasting out of my speakers is the final and strongest force to wake me up. Refreshed, powerful, I drive off.
- Scene change, the Marrow City Police Department
Daniel enters the Police building, being greeted by some, but others just stare at him, shaking their heads.
"Morning Lieutenant."
"Why is HE still BOTHERING!?"
Daniel smiles at the friendly greeters, and ignores the others. He just walks to his office. He sees the Police Chief sitting in his chair. A rather small, middle-aged man. He gets up when Daniel enters, throwing a pile of papers out of his hand onto the desk.
"You have ANY idea how much TROUBLE that brother of yours is giving us?" The Chief points at the papers. "His gang of rogues killed a man yesterday! He is NOT the law, Daniel!"
"Sir, if I may..."
"This better be good." The Chief says, waiting for Daniel to sit down.
"Klaus is... well, he's only trying to HELP us. We BOTH know the Police-"
"It's OUR job! If he wants to play hero, he should join our Police force, Daniel! YOU are making your parents proud, but he..."
"Sir, I strongly advice you not to badmouth my brother in front of me."
The Chief looks at Daniel, who show him a very stern and serious look. The Chief calms down, nodding. "Very well... so long as there is no SINGLE complaint about the Justicutors from the citizens, and so long as they focus on taking care of the robbers, rapers, child molesters and murderers, I'll... let it slide through my fingers. But mark my words... maybe not your brother, but one day, one of his friends WILL make a mistake, and when that happens, we'll take them ALL in!"
Daniel smiles. "You're too kind, sir."
"Now get to work!" The Chief leaves Daniel's office. "Your brother gave you a lot of paperwork once again."
Daniel sighs. "So it seems... as always, I can just go take care of the paperwork... thanks a LOT, bro... at this rate, I'm afraid that I'll just die of BOREDOM!"
I hit the brakes in front of an old crack house. The same symbol which is on the back of my battle jacket is painted much larger above the door of the crack house. I step off my bike, and open the door. I get surrounded by other members, but the moment they see my face, they just smile and go back to their business. I walk towards the door, planning to leave the hallway and leave the "low-ranked" bikers to their business, but then suddenly one steps to me and hands me a beer.
"Wydged" I smile, as I clang the beer he gave to me against his own.
The rather small guy, dressed like a typical burglar, but with our symbol on his back, nods in return. "Just wanted to personally welcome my friend and leader on this beautiful day."
"Hmmm..." I take a sip from my drink. "Haven't seen you here for days, now to think of it. How are the wife and kids?"
"Exactly the reason, Klaus." Wydged revealed a plastic bag, containing two testicles. "There was this guy stalking my daughter."
"Ah. Some personal business, I see. Hey, but now that I finally see you again... remember us talking about upgrading my bike a few days ago? I wanna speak with you again after the Meeting."
"Hey, no problem pal!" He pats one of my shoulders, then walk off, about to work on some of my gang's motor cycles. "I'll be here for a while."
I smile and nod. "Knew I could count on you."
I enter the most neat-looking room in the crack house. The War Room. I walk up to a small podium, and wait for members to take their place. The two Lieutenants under me stand in front of me. Each has two right hands, who would stand behind them. There are more members in the room, but we have no secrets for them. Anyone else is allowed to enter, so long as they would stay behind the Hands, which are the left hand and right hand members of my two Lieutenants.
The Lieutenant to my left is Crow. My best friend, whom I entrust with my life. Wearing the same boots as me, black, baggy Overseas pants, with a large, heavy pocket chain on his right hip. I have the same pocket chain, but Crow's is three times ticker, and made of stainless steel. It is his actual weapon in combat, next to the two swords he carries on his back, which cover his trench coat that bears our gang symbol, no shirt. Long, dark hair, gazing, cold eyes. Yet still, a guy with a true heart and spirit, as well as a true rival in our sparring matches.
The Lieutenant on my right is Jessica. Shoulderlength black hair, beautiful green eyes and a warming smile. She is the team's more emotional support and an expert in first aid, as well as the 3rd strongest warrior in the Justicrutors. She is my crush, but my goals to clean the streets are far more important to me than starting a thing with her. I keep our bond pure as friends and professional killers, if you will. Like everyone else except Crow's trench coat, she wears a leather jacket with our symbol on its back, and a black T-shirt that bears a portrait of Disturbed's mascot Morbus, AKA The Guy, on it. She also wears black jeans and shoes, and conceals various knives all over her body.
Crow's left hand is Inceras. Long red hair, a few hairs covering his face. He dealt with his abusive father once and for all after the latter played with a lighter just for fun, burning his own son's face. Still, despite being raised so badly, Inceras smiles. His true flame cannot be extinguised by anyone. He wears the same jacket as the rest, the only difference being flame patterens on the sleeves, and a huge flame surrounding his patch. Black pants, with flame patterns on them as well, and the regular boots. Crow's right hand is pherhaps one of the most dangerous of us all. Razer. A bold guy with a circle tattoo on his forehead, which bears a small skull along together with a skeleton hand, flipping the bird. "Kill" is written above the skull, "You" is written under it. On the back of his head "Cuz FUCK YOU" is written. He is not wearing his jacket for now. Instead, he's wearing a black t-shirt, to simply show off his tattoos. The one just beneath his neck shows a pyramid with an eye, with a red forbidden mark over it. There's the A.C.A.B. tattoo on his right arm, and many, many skulls and curse words. He also wears leather pants and boots. Yes. We have a very heavy metal style dress code, and a member is allowed to make their own ajustments, so long as they are hellbent for leather and carry our symbol with pride.
Jessica's left hand and best friend is Sephira. Abused as a child herself, she cares a lot for the well-being of every child, as well as adults who truly love their children. She has short purple hair, with the exeption of some hair covering the eye which is not scarred, the left eye. She wears full leather over the rest of her body. Then there's Jessica's right hand, her big brother Bomb. As his name says, he likes to blow his enemies to smithereens. Green mohawk, over 6 feet tall, towering me, which makes him easily the biggest guy of our gang. He wears a camouflaged army jacket with our symbol, under which is a black t-shirt of some metal festival he once went to, you know... one of those black metal fests with one of those unreadble names. Underneath that, he wears a chainmail armor. Leather pants, and big boots, with blue laces. A belt of small hand grenades covers his waits. In his left hand, he holds on to his chainsaw, his other weapon of choice.