Has it been awhile, or has it been awhile lol. So yeah, an update, how 'bout that? I've been so focused and sucked into Wanted that I totally neglected this story, sorry guys ;A; didn't mean to!
Saturday night had finally rolled around and the lot was packed with greasers and hoods.
They had so much pent up anger and were ready to tear those socs to ribbons. All the gangs were there, the River kings, the Sheppard's gang, the Brumly boys and of course the Curtis gang of friends. Each hood and greaser had some form of weapon, bike chain, a switch, pipe, crow bar, broken bottles, chains, pieces of wood with rusty nails embedded into them and so on. They weren't playing nice anymore with these social assholes, they were going to pay for what they did in blood and agonizing pain. It wasn't long until the socs showed up, carrying similar artillery. There was no room for talk, Dallas took the first swing of his chain loaded with key locks into a soc's face and it was on. Bodies clashed against one another as shrill screams tore through the night. Bones were broken or cracked as flesh was split and torn.
The sound of wailing sirens soon ended the dispute, socs, hoods and greasers scattered off in different directions for their cars or houses. Bodies from both parties mixed and lay still in the lot.
SHORT ASS CHAPTEEEERRR! Enjoy =] next one will be better I promise, this one was kind of a filler, and to get you guys off my back LMFAO, just kidding I love you guys 3 I truly do!