The White Chaise was an elite band of another example of human brutality
and mistakes. It consisted of 4 members, 3 guys and 1 girl. The leader, the
Chaisiar, was ruthless. He was stubborn and did whatever would give him
whatever he wanted. This time, he wanted Bra.
His gang once had 5 members. Had. Until Chirissa was killed in a fight. And Chaisiar needed someone new. Someone fresh.
They were often called twisted and sick. They killed for fun and the thrill. And it was time again to take on another challenge.
Chaisiar picked up a cute blue-haired girl that night. They didn't usually wander on this side of town. It was where most of the college students with rich and influential parents supporting them lived in their fancy condos. He had lied about knowing Goten. But hey, in life, you got to let out some distrust. And it wasn't that unusual to find a kid that was sick of life in this area. He had learned that it was usually the rich kids that were the most determined.
He turned to the girl. She was determined in her walking as she kept her eyes to the ground. He glanced over to Aria. She was looking over Bra with narrowed eyes. Chaisiar snickered a bit. He and Aria had been going out loosely. And every time he would recruit a girl to the gang, Aria would constantly be scrutinizing her and a jealous blaze would light her eyes.
"Hey, what's your name, baby?" He asked after he turned his back on his group.
Bra looked up quickly, startled and distracted from her thoughts. "My name is Bra." She flipped her hair casually and wiped some dried tears from her eyes.
Aria raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. 'Bra is pretty.' She decided silently to herself. She furrowed her brow. She was glad that Chirissa had been killed. After her death, Aria never had any competition over Chaisiar-- --until this night.
Chaisiar was quiet and so was the rest of the gang. He led them to the back of a dirty, old bar.
They walked past drunken whores, half naked and over on top of their drunken lovers. They kicked trash away from their path as they settled at the back of the alley.
Bra stifled a scream as she felt something move beneath her. She had sat on an old duffel bag and now it was moving. Chaisiar heard her and threw her off. A blond boy that held her firmly in his arms caught her.
Chaisiar grinned at Gabriel's accuracy and went back to the bag. He zipped it open confidently and it spilled out two people. A man and a women, in the moment of a heated lovemaking.
Chaisiar spat in disgust. He pushed the couple away aggressively and they stumbled out of the alley, frightened. Chaisiar then roared at all the other vagabonds in the alley to get out. They obeyed immediately.
Bra was shaking a bit. Gabriel put her down gently and she sat down on cold ground. No more duffel bags for her.
Chaisiar turned to her and grinned. He paused for a dramatic silence to fill the air. "Well, Bra. We," he made a dramatic circling gesture around him, "welcome you to the White Chaise."
Bra was unimpressed. He was trying too hard. Bra nodded politely and curled up half way to go to sleep. Chaisiar suddenly picked her up aggressively and made her stand up. Bra didn't even bat an eye in surprise. She had chosen the gang over Goten. And she had to live with it.
"No sleep for you yet, Bra." Chaisiar growled under a smile. She could hear some rude snickering from the back. "We want to see what you're really made out of." He turned to the group and they nodded eagerly; almost like wolves surrounding the leader that is ready to make the kill.
Chaisiar grinned. "Initiation."
Bra's eyes widened only slightly. Chaisiar had to admit it, she was surprisingly different. The rest of the gang noticed it too; they traded curious looks amongst themselves.
"I'll do it." She said under fleeting breaths.
Chaisiar cocked his head to one side, stepped back and looked her over. She was young and daring, very pretty and well-bred. Not the types to go up against something like this.
"Go." Chaisiar said quietly, motioning silently to the rest of the group as they closed in like wolves.
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I held my head up high and raised a hand in the air. "Wait, how do I pass this?"
Chaisiar looked at me with cold eyes. "You don't know?" He asked.
I shook my head quickly.
He crossed his arms and halted the rest of t he gang. "They will beat you for 5 minutes. You are allowed to fend them off, but you must be standing at the end of the time."
"All 4 of you?" I asked again, I was a bit scared, but hoped my questions would buy me some time.
"No, Chaisiar is not involved." Came a sleek, velvety voice. I turned to the direction of the voice. A tall, black haired girl stepped out in my view. She looked at me with her challenging ebony eyes.
I locked eyes with her for a moment. Chaisiar broke the spell.
"You ready?"
Without turning my eyes away, I felt my lips form those fatal words. "Yeah."
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Author's Notes:
Please review and tell me what you think of this chapter. Do you think it's a bit extreme to let Bra join a gang?
His gang once had 5 members. Had. Until Chirissa was killed in a fight. And Chaisiar needed someone new. Someone fresh.
They were often called twisted and sick. They killed for fun and the thrill. And it was time again to take on another challenge.
Chaisiar picked up a cute blue-haired girl that night. They didn't usually wander on this side of town. It was where most of the college students with rich and influential parents supporting them lived in their fancy condos. He had lied about knowing Goten. But hey, in life, you got to let out some distrust. And it wasn't that unusual to find a kid that was sick of life in this area. He had learned that it was usually the rich kids that were the most determined.
He turned to the girl. She was determined in her walking as she kept her eyes to the ground. He glanced over to Aria. She was looking over Bra with narrowed eyes. Chaisiar snickered a bit. He and Aria had been going out loosely. And every time he would recruit a girl to the gang, Aria would constantly be scrutinizing her and a jealous blaze would light her eyes.
"Hey, what's your name, baby?" He asked after he turned his back on his group.
Bra looked up quickly, startled and distracted from her thoughts. "My name is Bra." She flipped her hair casually and wiped some dried tears from her eyes.
Aria raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. 'Bra is pretty.' She decided silently to herself. She furrowed her brow. She was glad that Chirissa had been killed. After her death, Aria never had any competition over Chaisiar-- --until this night.
Chaisiar was quiet and so was the rest of the gang. He led them to the back of a dirty, old bar.
They walked past drunken whores, half naked and over on top of their drunken lovers. They kicked trash away from their path as they settled at the back of the alley.
Bra stifled a scream as she felt something move beneath her. She had sat on an old duffel bag and now it was moving. Chaisiar heard her and threw her off. A blond boy that held her firmly in his arms caught her.
Chaisiar grinned at Gabriel's accuracy and went back to the bag. He zipped it open confidently and it spilled out two people. A man and a women, in the moment of a heated lovemaking.
Chaisiar spat in disgust. He pushed the couple away aggressively and they stumbled out of the alley, frightened. Chaisiar then roared at all the other vagabonds in the alley to get out. They obeyed immediately.
Bra was shaking a bit. Gabriel put her down gently and she sat down on cold ground. No more duffel bags for her.
Chaisiar turned to her and grinned. He paused for a dramatic silence to fill the air. "Well, Bra. We," he made a dramatic circling gesture around him, "welcome you to the White Chaise."
Bra was unimpressed. He was trying too hard. Bra nodded politely and curled up half way to go to sleep. Chaisiar suddenly picked her up aggressively and made her stand up. Bra didn't even bat an eye in surprise. She had chosen the gang over Goten. And she had to live with it.
"No sleep for you yet, Bra." Chaisiar growled under a smile. She could hear some rude snickering from the back. "We want to see what you're really made out of." He turned to the group and they nodded eagerly; almost like wolves surrounding the leader that is ready to make the kill.
Chaisiar grinned. "Initiation."
Bra's eyes widened only slightly. Chaisiar had to admit it, she was surprisingly different. The rest of the gang noticed it too; they traded curious looks amongst themselves.
"I'll do it." She said under fleeting breaths.
Chaisiar cocked his head to one side, stepped back and looked her over. She was young and daring, very pretty and well-bred. Not the types to go up against something like this.
"Go." Chaisiar said quietly, motioning silently to the rest of the group as they closed in like wolves.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I held my head up high and raised a hand in the air. "Wait, how do I pass this?"
Chaisiar looked at me with cold eyes. "You don't know?" He asked.
I shook my head quickly.
He crossed his arms and halted the rest of t he gang. "They will beat you for 5 minutes. You are allowed to fend them off, but you must be standing at the end of the time."
"All 4 of you?" I asked again, I was a bit scared, but hoped my questions would buy me some time.
"No, Chaisiar is not involved." Came a sleek, velvety voice. I turned to the direction of the voice. A tall, black haired girl stepped out in my view. She looked at me with her challenging ebony eyes.
I locked eyes with her for a moment. Chaisiar broke the spell.
"You ready?"
Without turning my eyes away, I felt my lips form those fatal words. "Yeah."
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Author's Notes:
Please review and tell me what you think of this chapter. Do you think it's a bit extreme to let Bra join a gang?