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Believe me when I say that being in a gang sure can come and bite you in the butt if you don't know who you're dealing with. There are always people out there who are going to try and get your goat for lack of a better phrase. You just need to know which ones you'd die for and which one's you'd say "See you in hell."

However in situations like this one; where you might have a policeman standing behind you possibly holding a gun to your back you have two options to make in my book.
1) Run or 2)Or die in a blaze of glory.(haha Waterboy quote)
I think you know which option I chose, when I put my hands in the air. Everyone was dead quiet, except for Dylan moaning in pain on the ground.

Iggy glowered at me completely confused by the way I was acting, as some of the other gang members hung their heads down low and refused to look at me. I guess they didn't totally know me yet.
The man approached closer to me until I could hear his agitating breath, and that's when I decided to uncoil my plan.

I launched into a spin kick heading for the perpetrators neck area. My velocity on my kick was great, and I was showing good form, as I went in for the "kill" and my calf hit something solid.

I gained my balance putting my weight on the leg that wasn't still in the air, and I finally see that the spinning flecks of black hair came into focus.
My foot was encased by a massive hand, and as my gaze saunters upward I squint at the recognition of the face against the sun.

Gozen Zhou. The obedient Asian, the one who's been trained in martial arts since he was like one year old. The one whose father was in a yukuza (japenese word for gang, pretty cool huh) back in Japan. The leader of the Junior Bloods (hahahaha... Sorry I just found that funny I thought I was about to type Junior Mints)but we just call them the Bloods around here because, heck they sure could fight.

"Your kick hasn't gotten any stronger then the last time Maximum," he smiles deviously tightening his grip on my foot, as I miserably try to get my foot out of his hand by mere force.

"You're tongue hasn't gotten any sharper either," I say, as he finally drops my foot leaving impressions around my ankle.

"My father wishes to see you," he replies, holding his hand out menacingly. I stood there puzzled, I barely even knew his dad, the only things I knew about him were the rumors that went around the gangs.

"It is an offer you can't refuse," Gozen pushed stepping closer, reading my mind with that wicked Asian trick of his. (Not making fun of Asians; I actually love them :])

"Then, why call it an offer? Maybe you should go check the definition in your Japanese to English dictionary again," I say frankly looking straight into his eyes, as they shade a cold brown.

My gang was getting restless behind me, they knew we weren't ready to face Gozen's gang, but I couldn't swallow my pride in front of everyone even if I was about to die. It's the self-esteem issue again; I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

"Well, I guess my father will just have to do with you in several pieces, after all, he said for me to bring you to him no matter what."

As my favorite quote states," You've" I take this all in an interesting perspective with the 1 seconds I have to dodge Gozen's punch, which was trying to land a blow on my face.

His fists coming like bullets at me, as I try to fly out of the way of each one. When I step back for the third time I almost lose my balance, but caught myself as another fist comes ranging with the same intensity as the first. At this point, I know we were going to have to battle it out.
There was a sudden rush of the very familiar adrenaline pumping into my veins as some type of super drug as I start lashing out kicks in Gozen's direction.

I begin to retaliate his moves by rapidly throwing my fist towards him. I try keeping in mind that my first priority was my gang, and then myself.
All of a sudden someone's arms wrapped around my waist as they pick me up, and throw me back on the hard pavement hands first automatically scraping my hands bloody.

I know what you're thinking; No knight in shining armor? No, I don't do knights in shining armor, never have and never will. Fairy Tales are for those who are still optimistic even after losing a Dad, and the other unexplainable thing.

I learned the hard way that you need to be tough or people will manipulate you into doing whatever they want with you.
I receive a harsh kick to my right, and I crunch in pain as my stomach throbs. My hands bleeding all over my sweat pants. The sound of ferocious laughter filled my ears as Gozen stomps on my stomach. I hold in the temptation to hurl, when blood fills my mouth. Purposely I spit it out on his white shoes causing a blood stain that even Oxy Clean couldn't get out.
"You are going to pay for that," Gozen growls as I grab onto his leg making him falter when he tries to kick me off and then subsequently he tooters off balance. In a flash I'm on top of him, banging my fists against his head in attempt to disorient him.
I hear Iggy calling me in the distance, as Gozen pulls on my hair causing me to lose my grip on his arms.

Gozen takes this golden opportunity to punch me in the chin, and get up. I counter-productively try to get up also earning me a couple sprayed kicks to my back causing me to drop back down to the ground again like a piece of meat.

This is it, now it's to the point where I need to face this alone.
I manage to roll over quickly enough to escape the next series of kicks as I jump to my feet and land a perfect punch to the nose of one of the blood members, feeling it satisfyingly crack under my fist. Iggy is behind me with another long haired Eagle at my side. We manage to push through some of the crowd, but we were quickly losing.

As I take a second to glance around the room I notice Dylan's gang had vanished, leaving only the traces of Dylan's blood on the grass. Without hesitation, I grab Iggy's hand, and pull him close to me.
"Take the gang and leave," I say staring him right into his eyes so he knows I was being completely serious. I could see he was conflicting within himself on the inside, until his blue eyes became more pronounced as he nodded. After all, I am the gang leader he couldn't disobey me.
"Be careful," he says squeezing my hand once before letting go and shouting the retreat code words. I sigh as I continue to fight. Feeling myself loosen up, when one guy bangs my head with a wooden flank from behind. I can't believe I fell for that again. I feel myself getting dizzy but I will it away, as I side jab him making him fall to the ground. I then pick him up by the hair and knee him in the face. Then I went into my Kill Bill traits and everything went insane. I don't know how long I've been fighting, but my breaths began coming to me in big heaps and I felt exhaustion drown me.

I manage to do a punch/ drop kick on another guy who thought he'd surprise attack me from behind like I wouldn't be able to see him, and there is no way I'm letting that happen again. "Fuck, don't underestimate me because I'm a girl," I shout at the dumb ass. I look down about to infiltrate a bunch of naughty words at him, when I notice that I know him.
"Jeez Max," the man is on the ground coughing from my punch, in a fallback position, as he then rolled up so he was sitting with his knees apart and both hands behind him as if he was at the beach, and not in the middle of a gang fight.
"What are you doing here," I spit venomously; I mean this was my fight. Who cares if I was losing, and all my gang members were hesitantly leaving due to my orders.
"How about let's start with saving your ass. I never got to apolo- Max," I without warning I lose my balance, and as much as I don't want to say this, fall onto Westy in a really awkward position, but that wasn't the matter at the moment.
"Oof," he responded as he was forced back to the ground again by my weight. "I know I'm hot and all, but-" his words began to escape me as I become increasingly dizzy. I encouraged myself as I push myself of his chest. My vision was getting all blurry and the last thing I remembered was red streaking down my vision and me thudding back to Westy's chest.

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