Thanks to Emzy2k11 and the hound dogs for reviewing! I read every single review, and they all mean a lot to me! Keep reading, please! I will try and update more frequently, and I plan on expanding the 'Gangs in between Gangs' idea. Anyway, enough of me, enjoy!
"Uhhh... where am I?" I wondered aloud, as I quickly woke up. My head was slightly spinning from the extreme emotion I had experienced last night, since I wasn't usually so angry or sad at anything, but apart from that I was fine.
What had woken me up was the smell of fire, which quickly reminded me that I was in the completely wrong neighbourhood, and that if I was caught I was dead. Literally.
I sprang to my feet, very aware of the smoke that was streaming into the sky. After brushing myself off, I walked off in search of the fire. I had no doubt that it was coming from someone the Firelighters had just had a disagreement with.
Maybe I should give you a bit more information about the 'Inbetweeners'. For me, there are four main Inbetweener Gangs, the Firelighters, the Dock Devils (And the Warehouse Watchdogs, who should be included since they are like the Columbians to the Los Carnales, only instead of supplying drugs they supply protection, and in return they are given the Warehouses to lurk in), the Kinkers (I swear that I am not making this up! The name comes from the Vice King's - Or more specifically, Tanya de Winter's - brothel, which is in the district, and also the amount of Strip Clubs and the like in the area) and the Los Asesinos (Who, by the way, have nothing to do with the Los Carnales, except for the fact that they are both Spanish-based and that the Los Asesinos live in the area which the Los Carnales do their drug dealing.).
Of course, there are probably hundreds more, most of them with no more than about three members and a simple tag to their name, like mine. 'Small Saints', we called ourselves, since we stayed in the alleyways of Saints Row. We were on good terms with the 'Beach Musketeers' (Named after Athos Bay, the place they stayed in, on account of Athos being the name of a Musketeer in 'The Three Musketeers'. Actually, I didn't know that until talking with their leader, who was the only one in the gang who knew why they had that name!), and the 'Missioners', who lived in the exact neighbourhood, Mission Beach, where the Saints Church was. The Small Saints actually stayed in Harrowgate, which was, at that time, controlled by the West Side Rollers, which was probably why we chose blue as our colour, not strictly because we wanted to be a 'Side Gang' to the Rollerz, but so that everyone would think that we were Rollerz, and not bother us in 'our' own district. Charlie thought of that. In fact, Charlie came up with a lot of ideas. Probably why he was so useful.
Now I think about it, I had been spending a lot of time in Mission Beach recently. Probably to be closer to the Saints. I had also not wore blue since the night that Julius and Troy saved me. Troy had told me that it was probably a good idea, since the fact that I was wearing blue and that I was not a Roller had probably angered the Roller who tried to shoot me even more. I had asked how would the Roller know I was not in the gang, and Troy had just laughed, saying that there were not many girls in the Rollerz, and that there were so few that all Rollerz knew exactly who they were. When I asked why that was, he said that he wished I would go back to not talking, and so I shut up.
Anyway, back to that day. I walked for ages, since it seemed like a lot longer when I was actually thinking about where I was going. When I was finally nearing Mission Beach, disaster struck.
I was still around the Firelighters area, when I saw a large group, all in red with some sort of flame on their clothing. They probably could have passed for Los Carnales, but to an experienced (Not trying to be cocky here. Honest!) 'Streeter' like me, I could tell they were Firelighters. They saw me, and they saw my purple clothes. Something ticked in their fire-filled minds, and one of them raised a red (No kidding!) pistol. I recognised it as their signature weapon, a red personalised pistol with 'Fire Ammo', as I called it. Very dangerous. And, only awarded to very important Gang Members. But, enough of the information, it was pointed at me, and there was only one thing to do.
I jumped out of the way, as he shot at me recklessly. Sheesh. He must either be extremely stupid or have a lot of ammo, because that stuff was not cheap or easy to make or buy, and Inbetweener gangs especially did not have a lot of money. Not that anyone did in those days.
Everyone in the street started panicking, as the bullets set fire to the street around me. He was not very accurate. Some wooden fencing was flaming away, as well as the two unlucky people who happened to be behind me.
I pulled out an SMG, shocking all the Firelighters and making one run at me with a flaming knife (Literally, on fire), shouting 'Filthy Traitor!'. So, for the sake of stopping his whining voice, I decided to put my Street Fighting skills to the test, to make sure that I had forgotten nothing. The Firelighters were an ok match for me; there was a reason they were on my list of Main Inbetweeners. I shoved my SMG back into my tracky bottoms, pulling out two knives and facing the Firelighter, still dodging the flaming bullets. I blocked the fiery knife with one of my knives, stabbing the Firelighter with my other, before facing the others, who had a range of fire-based weapons. I was quite pleased to see that we were causing quite a commotion, since I hadn't had the pleasure of this good a Street Fight for a long time.
In the end, I came off with a few bruises, three burns and a cut on my arm. Hey, I was fighting five to one, not including the guy with the pistol. I dealt with him, pocketing the weapons after taking out the fire on them. On some it was easy, like the flaming knife, since there was a little pouch for it on Firelighter which put it out, as well as some oil and a lighter; probably for lighting it. The others I stamped out. Strangely, every single Firelighter had the oil and the lighter. I would have thought that, to save money, the Firelighters would only give oil and a lighter to one per group, as they usually travelled in fours and fives.
Suddenly, a strange thought came to my mind. Maybe the Firelighters did have more money than before. Maybe there was a reason they wore red. Maybe... no. I couldn't think about that now. I had to get back. Now.
I could hear the cops sirens wailing in the distance, so I took off at once. Running was a lot faster than walking, and so I got to Mission Beach in a few minutes.
Finally, I felt safe. Well, as safe as you can get when you live in Saints Row.
