Author's note: Thanks to Hotaru for her strange reviews! (I am still waiting to hear about your pet bird.) Here's the new chapter, enjoy! Uh, so sorry, but I kind of uploaded the wrong document earlier on, that was from a different story. Here's the real chapter 3. APOLOGY!
Chapter 3: "Street life"
A man in a black hooded jacket ran up to David and swung a steel pipe at him vertically, but he ducked and battered the man's thigh with his crowbar.
"There's little flak at the Morning road!" screamed Lorna. The morning road was the Eastern side of the triangle. It was a long way before the street, but had a garage with a staircase that led to an elevated street. That was where they stored their extra materials that they could use as weapons.
Bryan made his way to the Morning road, only to be met by two men with baseball bats. He gritted his teeth and didn't stop running. One the men, a young African American, stepped up, ready to swing the bat right at his skull, but Bryan let out an angry cry and jumped up, drop kicking the man on the face. The other man quickly dealt a blow to his back before he could regain composure, making him cry in pain as he hit the ground face first. Carlos sprinted to his downed comrade as fast as he could, grabbing an aluminum trash can on the side of the street on his way. Before the man could deliver another blow to Bryan, Carlos hurled the aluminum can, causing the assailant to lose balance. In an instant, the assailant's neck met Carlos' clothesline. The other man groggily got up and swung at Carlos, hitting him square at the jaw with his gloved fist. Bryan, still on the ground, forcefully kicked the assailant's gut, making him fall back to give Carlos time to recover.
"We're being overrun here betas!" cried Michael.
"They're blocking the morning drive!" screamed Joan. "More are flanking the Dincth Baby bar!" cried another beta, referring to the opposite stretch. "How the hell did they know about this place!?" Michael screamed in his thought.
Seven Alpha members flanked the Dincth baby bar, hurtling glass bottles at the betas as an initial strike. Louis' chest was met with one of the glass bottles, pushing him down in pain. Three more Alphas covered the stretch where Carlos and Bryan stood. Joan ran up to stand behind them, her hair considerably ruffled up. The three men menacingly clutched baseball bats and moved forward. One was in a denim jacket, the other in a black vest, and a boy with a crew cut in a plain white shirt. All of them had blonde hair. Bryan picked up the bat of the Alpha that he fell a few moments ago and ran forward. The boy in the vest stepped up and swung at him, but he dove down and smashed the bat at his knee, flipping him over. Carlos and Joan moved in as well. The man in the denim jacket tried to swing at the still recovering Bryan, but found himself speared at the back by Carlos, while Joan kicked the face of the boy in the vest before he could stand up. Bryan quickly got up and fended off the man in the white shirt's bat with the one he just acquired. A fist that met the back of Bryan's head; it was the African American that he drop kicked just moments ago, his nose was bleeding. Joan tried to punch him, but he saw it coming and grabbed hold of her wrist, hurdling her down the ground. The man in the white shirt took this chance to punch Carlos off of his ally. Bryan wasn't able to recover, as the man in the vest grabbed him by his hair and threw him face first to the wall. "Shit!" Joan growled as she crawled back up. She dropped to a knee and slid her hand between the man wearing a vest's legs, raising her fist to hit his groin in a makeshift uppercut. The man didn't even have time to shout in pain as Bryan grabbed the opportunity to knock him out with a very hard right.
Carlos pushed back against his enemy until they both ended up tripping over an array of trashcans at the side of the garage door. To their left was the stairway leading to the elevated street where three alphas took stand. They all carried empty bottles. "Don't let them get out of this stretch." Reminded a young girl to herself as she watched the brawl below. The African American delivered a painful blow to Carlos' gut with his right fist, and then a strong left hook that sent him staggering back, while the man in the denim jacket already recovered, and held Joan from behind.
Back in the triangle, a woman who held a crowbar vertically to Tyler's neck slammed the young man against the brick wall adjacent to the main stretch. She had long black hair tied back to a ponytail, and wore a blank tank top over black pants. Behind her, Gabrielle raised the pipe with her right hand, only to have her hand grabbed by a skin headed man with a pierced nose. With his left hand, he pulled her right down, and violently hit her on the face. "Elle!" screamed Tyler, but he felt the knee of the woman painfully hit his gut. David fended off his attacker by kicking him away, and made his way to the man who knelt over Gabrielle. With a loud crack, he whipped his foot up the man's face, hurling him back. The woman noticed this and stepped back from Tyler, raising her weapon with both hands. She gritted her teeth and was ready to strike when Michael vehemently shoved one of her comrades to her direction, sending them both toppling down. Another girl went to Gabrielle's aid with Louis cracking his bat against an incoming foe's rib and David hitting a man on the sheen with the crowbar.
On the elevated Morning Drive, more of the Beta's comrades began to come in, but the number of the Alphas were steadily streaming forward. The latter gang was still inexperienced when it came to these fights, giving the Beta a little more leverage in the battle. Michael delivered a heavy hook on an Alpha, knocking him out. Another one came with a straight right fist. Calculating his movement, Michael leaned left and grabbed his attacker's wrist with his left hand. Before the goon could deliver a left, Michael drove his right fist up his stomach, then with promptly threw him back just by bending his knees and raising his right arm. Before the man could land on the aluminum cans, a blunt kick met Michael's chest. It was the woman who started the brawl. She continued by kicking him on his sheen, and then his face, all with her right foot. He staggered back, feeling the blood trickle down his lip. The woman nimbly turned and smashed her left heel against his cheek, putting him down. Gaining the opportunity, she took out a small knife from her brown trench coat and was ready to deliver the final blow.
Killing was strictly something banned from their honored brawls, as she was one of the veterans in the alpha gang. But even with this code of honor between them, she knew that she had to do it. Lorna saw this and instinctively moved in, spearing the girl before she could stab Michael. A brown haired youth in a red jacket quickly went to his comrade's aide, slipping both arms to over Lorna's stomach and pulling her off with a belly to back suplex that could've shook the ground. Michael saw this and jumped back up to action, kicking the boy in red's gut, and then locking his head on his side where he jumped down to drive it hard on the pavement. Knowing that the boy was incapacitated, he rolled to his side and got to all fours, only to look up and realize that Lilith was about to smash her heel down his head. Michael quickly crossed both arms as her right leg came down, blocking the axe kick. He shouted out loud and pushed forward, shoving her leg up until it was the only thing between their faces, even though the woman didn't lose balance. She angrily raised the knife in the air, ready to stab him. Expecting her next move, Michael jumped back in a free fall, letting go of her leg. The knife missed him by just an inch as he fell back, and before his back hit the ground, he vigorously lashed out his right leg and kicked the woman on the abdomen. With a loud grunt, she fell back, dropping the knife.
"Lily!" cried a man in a sleeveless black shirt and baggy pants of the same color, with his red cap turned on backwards. One of the Betas made a right hook in hopes to clock him, but he leaned back and stretched his left arm, entwining it to his attacker's. Dashing both feet to the ground, he was able to flip the Beta off his feet and down the cold hard cement. There was a sort of poetry to his motion, like an intricate dance. He was also one of the veteran members of the Alpha, who fought alongside the woman in the trench coat whom he affectionately called by her real name.
He ran up to Michael and jumped up, circling in mid-air, then landing with a right kick on his chest. It felt as if a car hit him as he once again felt the now familiar concrete against his back. Lorna tried to make a save, but found herself getting flipped back when she recklessly dove forward, when the boy just leaned and threw her back by standing erect when she got close enough.
Police sirens began to echo from the distance, prompting both sides to stop. The man in the red cap gritted his teeth and made his way to Lily, who was still on a knee. "We're going to take over this town." Growled Lily as she got up. "Screw you, bitch." Casually replied Michael who was now by Lorna's side. Everyone began to scatter, helping their comrades who were still down. The distant flashing lights of the police cars grew closer. Hey guys, let's go!!" Carlos cried at the top of his lungs, he had Bryan's shoulder over his to help him stand, both were bleeding from blunt wounds. Joan was already by the exit. The Alphas were already out of sight.
Michael helped Lorna to her feet and made a dash for the shadows of the morning drive. "Thanks for the save Paul." Lorna whispered with anguished breath as he pulled her up to the opposite stretch where the Dincth baby drive was. Six police officers then came from the widest stretch, catching those who were too injured to run and simply wanted to be left behind. Lorna watched from behind a post as two comrades and three betas were carried off, while one more officer was searching with his flashlight. "Let's go." Paul whispered to Lily, sliding into the night before the policeman could find them. Lily struggled to walk as she felt her side, and had to lean on Paul to escape.
"I saw what you tried to do." He whispered, looking back to make sure that the officer didn't go and follow them. A cap, possibly an Alpha's, was left behind on the cement. There was a fence that closed off this alley; the person who dropped the cap must've climbed up it.
"Climb up my back and jump over." Instructed Paul. Concern was evident in his eyes even through the deep haze of darkness. Lily nodded and did as he said, jumping over and landing on all fours. The boy soon followed, quickly coming to her aid as he landed on the other side. "I saw what you tried to do Lily." He muttered in a small voice. "…what?" she asked with a perplexed look.
"You almost took the guy's life."
"…I had to show them that we mean business."
"Doesn't hitting them with bats and crowbars mean just as much?" he asked rhetorically.
"He was their leader. If we take out the head, the body won't function."
"God, you're just twenty, and you're thinking like some…"
"I'm acting in everyone's best interest Paul. If you didn't appreciate what I just tried to do then get the hell out of here."
"…" Paul stopped and gazed into her determined eyes. "This 'gang' as people call it, is the only family I have, the only one I ever knew. I am doing anything and everything that I have to, just to make sure that it survives."
"But killing?"
"…anything and everything." She said with a firmer tone. "let's just say that life brought me up this way." Lily added, and continued onward.
The creaky steps of the Sunrise apartment stretched like infinity for the battered Carlos, who felt as if gravity itself kept tugging him down. Each step Carlos made rasped under his weight, as if he was treading on thin ice. After what seemed like all his life, Carlos was able to reach his floor, and like a zombie, he marched to his apartment door. Its knob was cold when he wrapped his bleeding palm around it, but he did not dare open. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head on the lifeless door, faintly hearing his mother's screams of pleasure from within. Indeed, he dared not enter.
His knees began to buckle as he lost his strength, and soon he fell, leaving a small trail of blood on the door from the open wound on his forehead. A woman from her room passed by and didn't turn to look at the young man, but rather hurried along her way down the stairs. Carlos took long gulps of air and turned around so that his back was now leaning on the door as he stretched his legs out. They still hurt from the running. He wondered if anyone got caught, or if everyone made it back.
Feeling his rib with his right hand, he couldn't help but close his eyes and grit his teeth. He didn't scream out, he didn't cry, he just held pain inside. "Shit!" he shouted to himself, exhaling rapidly, as if he wanted to just spit his insides out. Pulling himself up by the frame of the door, he ran up the opposite wall and slammed his fists onto it. The sound of the slow trickle of rain began to come from all directions. Carlos stopped and looked out the window at the end of the hall, noticing the droplets of rain cling to the window after sliding down its surface. Yellow and blue lights were blurred from the bars outside. He stumbled to the window and pushed it up, letting the cold water brush and splatter across his face. It stung his open wound, but the pain made the young man feel good in some strange way. He wanted to ram the door down and kick whoever was in there's ass. He wanted to throw out his mother who was in all actuality just a free loader in an apartment he found and pays for. Feeling the cold brush of both wind and rain, Carlos pushed his hair back, and just leaned out to the night rain.
Author' note: Not the best of my work but sweat nonetheless. Hope you liked this chapter, it took me hell to describe everything as best as I can! Well, I certainly hope you readers liked this update! Bye, and please review! I have like, no reviews at allL