Chapter 4. Ian
Music: "Rockin The Mic" by The Prunes remixed by The Latch Bros. Note: I need more feedback _! (Please!)
He stood on the tallest building in the skyscraper district, overlooking Pharaoh Park, waiting there for somebody special. His hooded cloak swayed in the wind, and smoke filled the small space around him, a cigarette clearly visible protruding from his mouth.
Tags covered the building he was standing on. This was what was called the memorial building where there were tags from the various gangs that littered the town.
The most prominent were the Breakers and the GG tags. Others included other gangs that fell, and ones like Poison Jam and Love Shockers. Even the group "The last alliance" was there. The man positioned on the building was the last member of that gang.
His rifle lay on the building in front of him, and a small blue man pulled himself from a small latter that hung there in midair, defying every law of gravity known.
A high-pitched voice was heard from the blue man.
"Are you ready to repay your debt to us, Ian?" said the high-pitched man.
"Yes" Ian said with a low voice (Think Spike from Cowboy Bebop ^_^). "But, this is the last favor I am doing for you Hayashi. Just because you spared me when you took out my gang."
At this, Hayashi pulled up his hand, his gun aiming at Ian's head.
"You will do as many favors for us as we desire." replied Hayashi.
A swift motion and Hayashi fell, a bruise on the side of his face, and his gun falling off the rooftops. Ian held up his fist revealing a chain wrapped around it.
"This is the last one," he snarled. "And you will not have control over me after this, got that Hayashi?"
Ian waited for a minute, and then walked forward, picking up his rifle and jumping, landing on a crane that started to take him back down to the park.
He looked up a second, and then threw something up to Hayashi. It was his gun.
A few minutes later and Hayashi stood up, his face tearful. He started rubbing the side of his face, and mumbling. He walked to the corner, his face still teary, and looked over the edge.
"How am I supposed to get down?" he wondered aloud
Music: "Rockin The Mic" by The Prunes remixed by The Latch Bros. Note: I need more feedback _! (Please!)
He stood on the tallest building in the skyscraper district, overlooking Pharaoh Park, waiting there for somebody special. His hooded cloak swayed in the wind, and smoke filled the small space around him, a cigarette clearly visible protruding from his mouth.
Tags covered the building he was standing on. This was what was called the memorial building where there were tags from the various gangs that littered the town.
The most prominent were the Breakers and the GG tags. Others included other gangs that fell, and ones like Poison Jam and Love Shockers. Even the group "The last alliance" was there. The man positioned on the building was the last member of that gang.
His rifle lay on the building in front of him, and a small blue man pulled himself from a small latter that hung there in midair, defying every law of gravity known.
A high-pitched voice was heard from the blue man.
"Are you ready to repay your debt to us, Ian?" said the high-pitched man.
"Yes" Ian said with a low voice (Think Spike from Cowboy Bebop ^_^). "But, this is the last favor I am doing for you Hayashi. Just because you spared me when you took out my gang."
At this, Hayashi pulled up his hand, his gun aiming at Ian's head.
"You will do as many favors for us as we desire." replied Hayashi.
A swift motion and Hayashi fell, a bruise on the side of his face, and his gun falling off the rooftops. Ian held up his fist revealing a chain wrapped around it.
"This is the last one," he snarled. "And you will not have control over me after this, got that Hayashi?"
Ian waited for a minute, and then walked forward, picking up his rifle and jumping, landing on a crane that started to take him back down to the park.
He looked up a second, and then threw something up to Hayashi. It was his gun.
A few minutes later and Hayashi stood up, his face tearful. He started rubbing the side of his face, and mumbling. He walked to the corner, his face still teary, and looked over the edge.
"How am I supposed to get down?" he wondered aloud