There was no training today. Baek was out of town on some form of business
and Hwoarang had spent the whole day trying to entertain him self at the
arcade in town, using up all his spare change on the machines. And loosing
on most of them convinced the damn things were fixed to make him loose and
get as much money out of his pockets as possible. He sighed and gave in
after loosing the cute little plush puppy on the grabber machine for the
third time. You never won anything on those things anyway. He wandered out
of the arcade and down the street, past various hotdog and kebab stands
that were being swamped by drunks as they stumbled out of the clubs for the
night. It was just an average Friday night in this part of town, the street
punks were waiting around for some unsuspecting drunk to stumble upon them,
and as usual there was no sign of the police. No one bothered to call them
out to this neighbourhood. Hwoarang bought a drink from an open newsagent
with his last bit of change and started the walk home.
He spotted an alleyway, and walked cautiously past it. Voices came from deep in the darkness and he hurried past, hoping they hadn't spotted him. Too late. He felt himself being pulled back and pushed up against a wall. A strong hand held him there by his throat.
"Empty your pockets" his attacker said, quietly but firmly.
"Fuck you," Hwoarang choked out. His attacker punched him hard across the face.
"Now now, there's no need for harsh language. Just do as I ask and you wont get hurt."
"Bit fucking late for that" Hwoarang spat back at him. Another figure appeared at the firsts side, and Hwoarang saw something glint in his hand that very clearly said 'gun'. He didn't panic. Instead he brought his legs up and planted them on his attackers chest, shoving him back into the other person. When the latter got up, he high kicked; dislodging the gun from their hand then grabbed their arm and twisted it up their back.
His victim screamed in pain and Hwoarang picked the gun up, aiming it at the other attacker. He put his hands up.
"Shit, don't shoot, it was a joke man, seriously!" he pleaded
"Ha fucking ha, very bloody funny" Hwoarang said sarcastically. The other boy stepped forward into the light, his long blonde hair falling over his face.
"You?! Oh my god you're the guy from Tony's!" he said, startled.
"Yeah, so what if I am?"
"Shit! Seriously man if I'd known it was you I wouldn't have touched you!"
Hwoarang eyed him suspiciously.
"Where are you going with this?" he asked.
"Yeah, sorry! I'm Xion, and he's Ripley. Let him go, and I'll explain it all!"
Hwoarang laughed manically, pulling on Ripley's arm and making him cry out again.
"Yeah sure! I'll let him go and you're gonna attack me again! I don't think so!"
"No!" Xion protested," we're not gonna do that, hell no! Not after I've just seen what you can do!"
Hwoarang thought about it, then released Ripley slowly, keeping his guard up. Xion breathed a sigh of relief and Ripley rubbed at his arm.
"Okay, we saw you in Tony's the other week, we've got that straight. After seeing your performance just then, I've got no choice but to ask you to join us! You just looked like proper street punk material and now you've just proven you are!"
"Join you?"
"Yeah! I know it sounds like some stupid little cult or something but one of the guys is moving to America next week and we kinda need to replace him with someone half decent."
Hwoarang thought it over. Becoming a street punk sounded like a hell of a lot of fun, and it seemed so right that that's what he should be. He looked at Xion's eager face. It was a rash decision; he knew that, but what the hell, if he didn't like it he could just walk, right?
"Who leads you guys?" he asked. "Blood Wing, or James if you prefer. We all kinda have nicknames, makes it safer really. There's a point, what's your name?"
"Hwoarang."
"Got a nickname already?"
Hwoarang thought about it, and a smile grew on his face. He held onto the silver eagle pendant that was around his neck.
"Talon" he said.
"Talon?" Xion repeated "Nice. Original. Come on anyway, I'll take you to Wing." Hwoarang followed him down the alleyway, Ripley behind them grumbling about his arm feeling broke in at least two places.
The alley opened up into a parking lot outside an abandoned warehouse. There were others there, all boys of different ages though none of them looked younger than fourteen. Xion led them into the warehouse, past the others who looked on curiously. Besides Xion and Ripley, only about five of them seemed to be Hwoarang's age, and they followed them inside. Near the back, three boys were stood over a huddled figure on the ground, shouting and swearing something about 'betrayal' and 'money'. Xion coughed to make his presence known, and one of them turned around.
"Brought this guy to see you Wing. His name's Hwoarang but he wants to use Talon, if that's cool with you."
"Sure" Wing answered, "welcome aboard Talon. Where do you live?"
Hwoarang gave Wing his address and contact number since he had actually managed to persuade Bernie to sort the phone line out.
"Age?"
"Sixteen. Seventeen next month."
"Great, no problem. Xion, get him settled will ya? The Hoods are gonna be showing up soon, we need everyone here and ready okay?"
Xion nodded and led Hwoarang out.
"Hoods?" Hwoarang quizzed him.
"Rival gang. They think they're pretty good when it comes to fights and all that. That's what we do by the way, put bets on fighters, win money and loose it. Mostly we win, but we've never fought the Hoods before" Xion explained.
Hwoarang nodded his understanding, and smirked. Fighting sounded good, and regardless of how tough the Hoods thought they were, he was up for it. Ripley disbanded the younger boys and told them all to go home. As it turned out, they weren't actually part of the gang, just wannabes who got a kick out of telling their friends they hung around with street punks at night. The rest of the gang appeared from various alleys and streets surrounding the parking lot, most laden down with bags that obviously contained stolen goods. They all stood in a circle in the parking lot, talking, scraping and arguing, awaiting the arrival of the Hoods. There were quite a lot of them now, all sixteen or over, all gearing for a brawl.
They didn't have long to wait. A group of boys swarmed around the corner and came towards the circle. Wing greeted one of them, probably the Hoods leader, by snarling at him. The circle grew tighter and Ripley walked around the members of the gang collecting bet money while a boy from the Hoods did the same. Wing called them together and the betting stopped.
"Well now," Wing said, looking the Hoods leader up and down "since you're here now, heads or tails? We'll flip a coin to see who get's to pick a fighter first."
"Heads" he replied confidently. Wing flipped the coin and looked at it.
"Heads it is, pick away." The other leader, who Ripley informed Hwoarang was called 'Black', pointed to one of his members and gave Wing an evil smile. Wing was calm.
"My turn" he said, looking at Hwoarang "let's see what you can do, new boy."
Xion sniggered, knowing full well that Hwoarang was probably going to wipe the floor with this guy. And he did. The other fighter stumbled off clutching at his side where Hwoarang had kicked him and floored him immediately, rendering him virtually immobile.
Wing said nothing. He just stood and smiled, watching the carnage unfold. Hwoarang's blood burned. He was enjoying this too much. The fighting felt so good, the high better then any drug. He K.O'ed another of Black's fighters, and stopped when he heard a siren in the distance, coming closer.
"Shit" Wing cursed under his breath, so much for the cops never getting called out. "Everyone go now!" he shouted. They all took off, running through different alleys and scrambling over walls. Hwoarang, Xion and Ripley climbed over the chain link fence at the back of the lot and sprinted down the street, bumping into bewildered clubbers and drunks as they went. Hwoarang looked back over his shoulder and saw blue lights flashing at the end of the street. He ran faster, over taking Xion and Ripley, and veered into a side street. They ran down it and came out the other side in the next street over. There was no sign on the police care now.
"Christ, that was close" Ripley gasped, leaning on a shop wall and trying to catch his breath. "Which way do you live, Talon?" Xion asked. Hwoarang pointed down the street, breathing heavily.
"We need to go this way" Xion said "We'll see you tomorrow if we don't get caught. Later Talon."
They took off back up the street, and Hwoarang walked down in the general direction of his building, looking over his shoulder. A guy on a motorbike pulled up onto the pavement directly in front of him, almost planting the thing in Hwoarang's ribcage.
"Hey kid, look where the hell you're going!" he shouted, mumbling 'goddamn street punks' under his breath. Hwoarang gave him the one-fingered salute as he walked into the off licence, then realised what he had said. 'Street punk', he was officially a street punk now. He smiled wryly and flicked his red hair out of his eyes. A high-pitched wailing emitted from behind him, and he rolled his eyes. 'Not again...' he thought, he was too tired to run. He looked at the bike in front of him and, as luck would have it, found that the fool had left the key in the ignition. He swung his leg over and started the bike up, spinning it round and taking off down the street. It was amazing how expertly he handled the machine, considering he had never actually rode one in his life unless you counted the old mountain bike he had at the orphanage when he was ten. He outran the cops easily and reached his building in record time. He parked the bike in the parking lot and ripped off its number plates, just in case. He let himself in and made his way to his room, where he fell asleep on the bed, fully clothed and not giving a shit.
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Hey all!!! I'm quite surprised at how fast I've been churning these chapters out; it's fun to write though!! Well, there's chapter 4 out of the way, and I'll get chapter 5 done uber soon, promise!!! Also, Arigatu to ChibiShiva for giving me my first review, ((huggles)) hope u enjoy the rest! Kaine xx ^_^
He spotted an alleyway, and walked cautiously past it. Voices came from deep in the darkness and he hurried past, hoping they hadn't spotted him. Too late. He felt himself being pulled back and pushed up against a wall. A strong hand held him there by his throat.
"Empty your pockets" his attacker said, quietly but firmly.
"Fuck you," Hwoarang choked out. His attacker punched him hard across the face.
"Now now, there's no need for harsh language. Just do as I ask and you wont get hurt."
"Bit fucking late for that" Hwoarang spat back at him. Another figure appeared at the firsts side, and Hwoarang saw something glint in his hand that very clearly said 'gun'. He didn't panic. Instead he brought his legs up and planted them on his attackers chest, shoving him back into the other person. When the latter got up, he high kicked; dislodging the gun from their hand then grabbed their arm and twisted it up their back.
His victim screamed in pain and Hwoarang picked the gun up, aiming it at the other attacker. He put his hands up.
"Shit, don't shoot, it was a joke man, seriously!" he pleaded
"Ha fucking ha, very bloody funny" Hwoarang said sarcastically. The other boy stepped forward into the light, his long blonde hair falling over his face.
"You?! Oh my god you're the guy from Tony's!" he said, startled.
"Yeah, so what if I am?"
"Shit! Seriously man if I'd known it was you I wouldn't have touched you!"
Hwoarang eyed him suspiciously.
"Where are you going with this?" he asked.
"Yeah, sorry! I'm Xion, and he's Ripley. Let him go, and I'll explain it all!"
Hwoarang laughed manically, pulling on Ripley's arm and making him cry out again.
"Yeah sure! I'll let him go and you're gonna attack me again! I don't think so!"
"No!" Xion protested," we're not gonna do that, hell no! Not after I've just seen what you can do!"
Hwoarang thought about it, then released Ripley slowly, keeping his guard up. Xion breathed a sigh of relief and Ripley rubbed at his arm.
"Okay, we saw you in Tony's the other week, we've got that straight. After seeing your performance just then, I've got no choice but to ask you to join us! You just looked like proper street punk material and now you've just proven you are!"
"Join you?"
"Yeah! I know it sounds like some stupid little cult or something but one of the guys is moving to America next week and we kinda need to replace him with someone half decent."
Hwoarang thought it over. Becoming a street punk sounded like a hell of a lot of fun, and it seemed so right that that's what he should be. He looked at Xion's eager face. It was a rash decision; he knew that, but what the hell, if he didn't like it he could just walk, right?
"Who leads you guys?" he asked. "Blood Wing, or James if you prefer. We all kinda have nicknames, makes it safer really. There's a point, what's your name?"
"Hwoarang."
"Got a nickname already?"
Hwoarang thought about it, and a smile grew on his face. He held onto the silver eagle pendant that was around his neck.
"Talon" he said.
"Talon?" Xion repeated "Nice. Original. Come on anyway, I'll take you to Wing." Hwoarang followed him down the alleyway, Ripley behind them grumbling about his arm feeling broke in at least two places.
The alley opened up into a parking lot outside an abandoned warehouse. There were others there, all boys of different ages though none of them looked younger than fourteen. Xion led them into the warehouse, past the others who looked on curiously. Besides Xion and Ripley, only about five of them seemed to be Hwoarang's age, and they followed them inside. Near the back, three boys were stood over a huddled figure on the ground, shouting and swearing something about 'betrayal' and 'money'. Xion coughed to make his presence known, and one of them turned around.
"Brought this guy to see you Wing. His name's Hwoarang but he wants to use Talon, if that's cool with you."
"Sure" Wing answered, "welcome aboard Talon. Where do you live?"
Hwoarang gave Wing his address and contact number since he had actually managed to persuade Bernie to sort the phone line out.
"Age?"
"Sixteen. Seventeen next month."
"Great, no problem. Xion, get him settled will ya? The Hoods are gonna be showing up soon, we need everyone here and ready okay?"
Xion nodded and led Hwoarang out.
"Hoods?" Hwoarang quizzed him.
"Rival gang. They think they're pretty good when it comes to fights and all that. That's what we do by the way, put bets on fighters, win money and loose it. Mostly we win, but we've never fought the Hoods before" Xion explained.
Hwoarang nodded his understanding, and smirked. Fighting sounded good, and regardless of how tough the Hoods thought they were, he was up for it. Ripley disbanded the younger boys and told them all to go home. As it turned out, they weren't actually part of the gang, just wannabes who got a kick out of telling their friends they hung around with street punks at night. The rest of the gang appeared from various alleys and streets surrounding the parking lot, most laden down with bags that obviously contained stolen goods. They all stood in a circle in the parking lot, talking, scraping and arguing, awaiting the arrival of the Hoods. There were quite a lot of them now, all sixteen or over, all gearing for a brawl.
They didn't have long to wait. A group of boys swarmed around the corner and came towards the circle. Wing greeted one of them, probably the Hoods leader, by snarling at him. The circle grew tighter and Ripley walked around the members of the gang collecting bet money while a boy from the Hoods did the same. Wing called them together and the betting stopped.
"Well now," Wing said, looking the Hoods leader up and down "since you're here now, heads or tails? We'll flip a coin to see who get's to pick a fighter first."
"Heads" he replied confidently. Wing flipped the coin and looked at it.
"Heads it is, pick away." The other leader, who Ripley informed Hwoarang was called 'Black', pointed to one of his members and gave Wing an evil smile. Wing was calm.
"My turn" he said, looking at Hwoarang "let's see what you can do, new boy."
Xion sniggered, knowing full well that Hwoarang was probably going to wipe the floor with this guy. And he did. The other fighter stumbled off clutching at his side where Hwoarang had kicked him and floored him immediately, rendering him virtually immobile.
Wing said nothing. He just stood and smiled, watching the carnage unfold. Hwoarang's blood burned. He was enjoying this too much. The fighting felt so good, the high better then any drug. He K.O'ed another of Black's fighters, and stopped when he heard a siren in the distance, coming closer.
"Shit" Wing cursed under his breath, so much for the cops never getting called out. "Everyone go now!" he shouted. They all took off, running through different alleys and scrambling over walls. Hwoarang, Xion and Ripley climbed over the chain link fence at the back of the lot and sprinted down the street, bumping into bewildered clubbers and drunks as they went. Hwoarang looked back over his shoulder and saw blue lights flashing at the end of the street. He ran faster, over taking Xion and Ripley, and veered into a side street. They ran down it and came out the other side in the next street over. There was no sign on the police care now.
"Christ, that was close" Ripley gasped, leaning on a shop wall and trying to catch his breath. "Which way do you live, Talon?" Xion asked. Hwoarang pointed down the street, breathing heavily.
"We need to go this way" Xion said "We'll see you tomorrow if we don't get caught. Later Talon."
They took off back up the street, and Hwoarang walked down in the general direction of his building, looking over his shoulder. A guy on a motorbike pulled up onto the pavement directly in front of him, almost planting the thing in Hwoarang's ribcage.
"Hey kid, look where the hell you're going!" he shouted, mumbling 'goddamn street punks' under his breath. Hwoarang gave him the one-fingered salute as he walked into the off licence, then realised what he had said. 'Street punk', he was officially a street punk now. He smiled wryly and flicked his red hair out of his eyes. A high-pitched wailing emitted from behind him, and he rolled his eyes. 'Not again...' he thought, he was too tired to run. He looked at the bike in front of him and, as luck would have it, found that the fool had left the key in the ignition. He swung his leg over and started the bike up, spinning it round and taking off down the street. It was amazing how expertly he handled the machine, considering he had never actually rode one in his life unless you counted the old mountain bike he had at the orphanage when he was ten. He outran the cops easily and reached his building in record time. He parked the bike in the parking lot and ripped off its number plates, just in case. He let himself in and made his way to his room, where he fell asleep on the bed, fully clothed and not giving a shit.
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Hey all!!! I'm quite surprised at how fast I've been churning these chapters out; it's fun to write though!! Well, there's chapter 4 out of the way, and I'll get chapter 5 done uber soon, promise!!! Also, Arigatu to ChibiShiva for giving me my first review, ((huggles)) hope u enjoy the rest! Kaine xx ^_^