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(Gold's point of view, flashback...)

I grabbed Silver's hand and he helped me up. "You look like you could use a hand." He said, his face was devoid of any obvious emotion.

"What are you doing out here?" I asked. Weird, Giovanni would have a fit if anyone messed with Silver.

"I ran away from home."

"Why?"

"None of your business now is it?" He barked. I smirked. The unproper silver was kinda hot.

"No, but I can make it." I said, leaning over him. He raised his eyebrow and punched me in the gut...hard.

"Freak."

"OW! What the hell was that for!?" I yelled. No in their right mind would dare touch me. Doesn't he know who I am?

"For hitting on me. Like id ever be with the likes of you." Silver said, brushing one of his bangs behind his ear. I have to admit, this was angering but also... intriguing. No one ever resist my advances. Maybe its because he's rich too.

"Cute." I said sarcastically. "But seriously, why are you out here?"

"I could ask you the same thing... You answer first."

"Well, same as you. I ran away from home."

"That's surprising. Your life is perfect, why the hell would you run away?"

"Huh, guess everyone thinks that. Look, my life is not as great as my mother makes it seem at all those extravagant parties."

"Oh what, she makes you wash dishes. Boohoo."

"*sigh* Whatever. Think what you want."

"Look, if your gonna be out on the streets, at least find some work." Silver said, as he began to walk away.

"And why would someone hire me?" I said rolling my eyes. Silver turned back around.

"There's a place called the Black Dragon down that street over there. They higher anyone. Now if you'll excuse me." Silver stuck his middle finger at me and began walking away again. He so rude. I like it... It was beginning to get dark and since I didn't really have any place to stay I headed the ally silver had directed me to. The walls were covered in graffiti and their were groups of men huddled together, no doubt trying to find a victim to rob.

I almost nervously knocked on the door and after what felt like minutes the door opened. A man, probably in his twenty's opened the door. He had a large pink Mohawk with green tips and piercings all over his face. He wore all leather and looked like the stereotypical biker.

"What?" He spat at me. I swallowed, my usual cockiness gone.

"I uh, I'm looking for work. I herd you hire anyone so... here I am." The man snorted and motioned me in. This place is a dump. There was even more graffiti instead then than outside. The tables all had scratches on them and where chipped, the floor had droppings of, ugh I don't even want to think about it, and their where all these gross looking guys standing all around the place. They stared at me as I followed pink head through the dark room like I was a piece of trash they were ready to beat the crap out of.

"If you want work, you'll have to talk to the boss. You do know what we do here, right?" Pink head asked me.

"Yeah..." I lied. Why the hell would silver send me to this place? This was not funny! These guys are real thugs!

"Good. He's in there." Pink head pointed to the rusty door a couple of feet ahead of us.

"Your not going in?" I asked, hiding the fear in my voice. He shook his head.

"Naw, the boss is pretty pissed at me right now. I don't need another beating." He said walking away. Well that didn't help me feel any better. At least pink head was friendly enough, compared to the rest of these guys. I wish I asked him his name. Do I knock on the door or do I just go in? God I'm scared. I lifted my hand and slowly knocked. When no one answered I opened it and large red haired man was sitting in a chair. This room was actually furnished and looked nice. It seemed as though the man had not noticed my presence so I cleared my throat to make it known.

"Shut the door..." He said lowly. I did as he commanded. "What is your name?"

"Gold."

"Hm, strange name... Do you know what this place is?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's the black dragon right?" The man sighed at my response.

"Yeah, its the black dragon. What are you doing here kid?"

"K-Kid?"

"Yeah, kid. You obviously don't know anything about this place." He said as he stood up.

"What, you guys steal stuff, sell drugs? I've seen it all before." I said bluntly. At this point I decided to put up a front. Acting like I knew it all would defently get this guy to put me on his pay role.

"You act like it's it not a big deal." He said, raising his eyebrow curiously. I swallowed and kept talking.

"Is it? As long as you keep the feds off your butt and other dealers out of your territory, your all good." He smiled at this.

"I see you know some of the basics... but do you know what joining a gang means?" The man asked.

"Its..." I had no idea how to describe it. When he saw I didn't know what to say he spoke up.

"Joining a gang is like... bonding yourself with other people. My gang sticks together no mater what. We die for each other. Can you say you'd die for me?" He asked, his tone low. It took a while but I finally decided on saying no. Once again the man looked surprised.

"Well, it looks like I finally found an honest one. Why would you sacrifice your life for someone who's name you don't even know. Most kids come in here with some bullshit answers." He patted my back. "I'll give you a shot. Tomorrow we'll see if your black dragon materiel. By the way, my name lance but most of the people here call me Lance."

Me: Why was the end of this chapter so flubbing hard to write! Ugh It feels so forced to me but I wanted to make my dead line of Saturday night so, yeah. See ya next weekend!