***Chapter 2***

The 'guards' of the 'royal' Endz leader all shot off into the sun trying to catch up with their fearless leader. They pulled to a stop when they cut him off, he jumped in and the car roared to life as they got to the store.

Serenity on the other hand was happily putting her groceries into the car, she had gone by pretty fast, and she didn't really have much to worry about. Her mother may have been a nervous case, but Serenity had known that the gangs had yet to kill somebody who wasn't "Connected." Everything with them had to be a choice, not something forced.

Serenity turned around to put the last bag into her car when she saw her bag in the air, held by strong arms and she followed the arms to a strong chest, almost regretting her thoughts. She looked up to see a friendly face surrounded by black hair. "Hello?" She asked skeptically.

"Just thought you would need some help." The young man answered. "Here, I'll put it in for you." He didn't wait for her to answer and set it in with her other bags. "How did you put it in the cart, it was pretty heavy." He smiled.

"I, uh, I don't know." Serenity shrugged. "Thank you?"

"Everybody calls me Endymion." He held out his hand.

"I'm Serenity." She offered a smile back.

"I think I saw you at school once." Endymion slowly withdrew his hand.

"You should be a freshman at college now, shouldn't you?" Serenity questioned.

"Yeah, actually, I should be, but I took this year off. I had some, family matters to attend to." Endymion answered.

"Well, I hope that everything turns out well. I'm out of school in 2 months, then I don't know. Maybe I'll go to college." Serenity may have been swayed to start liking this guy, but that didn't mean that he had to know everything. "I have to be going, my mom will start to worry if I'm not back at a decent time. Thank you for your help." Serenity pushed the cart into the holder and smiled one last time at Endymion before getting into the car and driving off.

Endymion smiled as her car drove off and when he could no longer see it he turned around and frowned. What was she doing there? Didn't she know that the store had been off limits today? No, he reminded himself she wasn't part of the gangs, otherwise her face would have been burned into everybody's minds, and not just his own. Just as he was about to get into his car a black mustang pulled to a stop in front of the store, all 4 of the passengers jumped out and ran into the building the last one, the driver looked around nervously. Endymion knew he, himself shouldn't get involved in this, but damn it, he was the leader.

He walked silently up to the jittery man and leaned against the car, the epidemic of a man at ease. "Hey dog, whata doing here?" Endymion drawled.

The man jumped at that. "Endymion!" Dog looked shocked, sure, he was expecting some type of retaliation to this violation of protocol but he wasn't expecting the other gang's leader! But Dog wasn't always what he looked like, if it came down to it, he could fight the man and win.

"I asked dog, whata doing here?" Endymion raised one brow slowly, clearly wanting an answer.

"Uh, lookin' for somebodie." Dog drawled in a midwestern accent.

"Really? Would this somebody happen to be a miss Beryl?" Endymion didn't change, just kept the presence of absolute calm.

"No." Dog reminded Endymion of a little defiant kid, who thought it was stupid to ask questions like that.

"Then who are you looking for?" Endymion unnerved dog, he just stood there holding an everyday conversation with him, like they were friends meeting on the street after a long time. Perhaps they were, dog remembered when they were in 3rd grade, they had been friends, all of them had actually, such innocent minds of children. Dog now realized why exactly G-man wanted Serenity to leave this street, everybody should leave this street before the gangs contaminated it all. At Endymion's slight lowering of eyes he realized he hadn't answered yet, and it was not a good idea to get a leader mad.

"Nobody I can tell you, it's a secret!" Dog whispered.

He might as well be a little kid, Endymion thought. He acted like one, and he wasn't sure, but he was quite sure that his brain wasn't past one itself. Though, the bullet to his head might have altered more then just his hair cut. Dog had been shot and the bullet had grazed the side of his head, Endymion wasn't sure quite of far, and dog had been out of operations for quite sometime. "I'm sure it's a secret, but it might be best if you tell me, then I could tell you if that person was here or not."

"Uh-uh." Dog shook his head, glad that his acting abilities took even the great Endymion by the blindfold. The group had decided to stage a bullet to his head and make him 'dumb,' because he had been the best actor in the group, and that was saying a lot.

"Why not dog, I was your friend remember? And we're on a truce, what's wrong with telling me what who your looking for?" Endymion tried the sympathetic friend for a change.

Dog, now had a new resolve, help his leader keep his sister in the dark and wouldn't jeopardize her anyway. After all, you couldn't be around her house everyday, even with a gang without becoming effected by her personality and end up liking her. "Sorry, can't, don't rememver who we looking for." He shook his head and looked very put out.

Endymion looked at him for another moment before nodding and heading into the store. "Very well dog, I'll just get it from your leader." With that the leader of the death roses went into the store.

Dog grumbled once the leader's head was out of his view, he would love to end that arrogant leaders life, and put him out of dog's misery. That man was hell, he refused to help them and he was a good actor, or he didn't let many things get to him, or at least showed anything close to emotion. Envy wasn't something good to have for a man of the opposite side.

*** Ok, I know some of you were wondering about the title, well, this whole story basically centers around the street. You know those streets like, Bulivard Avenue and so on. There all inside of the city, and each part of the city seems to be ruled by another group of people. It is after all a major city. Each street is ruled by a gang, or 2 or just a large group of people, maybe even one. Or even none, depends of the street's neighborhood.