Well I had Alostor, which meant that I had my weapon. When I was
walking down the street I saw the faces of onlookers, they were terrified
of my brother and I. I had nowhere to hide my sword so it was protruding as
a knife in the chest. I still needed a uniform though. I was thinking along
the lines of a leather jacket with really dark blue jeans, I thought that
would look cool. Allen took me to a store that specifically sold clothes to
members of the syndicate. The store was huge; it was a familiar pattern. I
didn't see anyone there so I couldn't really ask questions. The clothes
didn't matter much to me, I thought that the sword was the only thing that
mattered. I was walking down one of the aisles when something caught my
eye; it was a huge blood red trench coat, covered in holes and rips. It
looks like it had been used before. I'm not sure why I thought it was cool
I would stand out in a crowd like a soar thumb. Something was calling out
to me though; it was as though it was made for me. Full of holes although
still in one piece, much like my conscious. Something told me someone died
in it, that bullets had ripped through the hard leather of this jacket. The
condition of the jacket didn't matter to me, I wanted it. I had no money,
so I decided to just walkout with it. The coat was so large I could hide my
sword in it; I wouldn't be getting any glares from onlookers. As I stepped
outside I saw that daybreak had come hours ago, it was noon and I realized
that I was starving. I desperately wanted to eat but Allen said we had to
get before 10:00 so we could meet the men in the black car. I just stared
out the window during the entire car ride home; I was thinking how I had
gotten myself into this situation, I had gotten into a fight, there had
been hundreds of fights; what was so significant about this one. I was also
thinking how Maurice and Alex had gotten in? They were never great
fighters; I doubt they could have beaten a trained member of the Tigers. I
was surprised at what I saw. We arrived home at about 5:00, it wasn't my
home it was Allen's home. It was a semi-large apartment with a view of the
hazy New Haven city. Allen had two other roommates, Canto and Diane, better
known as Cooper and Fox. Creed was my brother's age; they had been drafted
together and quickly became friends. Copper had light green eyes and blonde
hair; he had a huge scar right across his cheek. He had been sitting there
flipping his lucky penny. My presence didn't seem to stir him at all, he
just sat there flipping the coin. To get his attention I quickly grabbed
the coin out of the air and arrogantly tossed it back to him.
"So this is the infamous Allen Jr, you got some pretty smooth reflexes kid. Your gonna go through hell and back before you'll even be able to think you're on our level, unless of course you're an idiot, but if you were an idiot you would be a Tiger." I didn't like this guy, he was full of himself, but something told me he had the right to be.
In my opinion Fox was beautiful, she had dark brown hair almost as stunning as her pitch black eyes. She was pretty "well rounded" if u get my drift and was very smart. She could lie her way out of everything, she didn't talk very often but when she did she wouldn't shut up. I thought that she liked to hear her own voice but so did a bunch of other guys. I wasn't in the mood to have a conversation right now so I just went to my new room. It was painted blood red, pretty cool coincidence huh? There was a huge flat screen TV and an awesome looking stereo, these guys made a pretty descent living, but the best thing was that I got to share a room with Fox. They probably thought that since I was only 14 that I wasn't a perverted monkey. Well I was exhausted from the car ride and decided to take a nap, how hardcore I was, taking a nap because of a car ride. Well I woke up at 8:30 to a huge pounding on my chest. I slowly opened my eyes to see that Fox was sitting on my chest. I had about 300 scenarios running through my head at that time but they were all halted when I that she was carrying a needle. I was just staring up at her eyes, I wasn't confused and I wasn't happy. I was just drifting in and out of reality. For the first time I heard Fox start to talk.
"Rule one................................ Never trust the girl", She was speaking as though she had some kind of experience with this kind of subject but I had no idea what she was talking about and with that she took the needle and she pushed it into my left nostril. She was crazy; what the hell was she doing? She then took a stud out of you ear and shoved it into the newly formed hole in my nose. The crazy chick had just pierced my nose, during all the excitement I didn't notice how painful it all was. Then she ran away like nothing had happened. I ran to a bathroom to see what it looked like, aside from the blood it looked pretty cool. I looked through the drawers for a tissue to wipe the blood off of my face. In the bottom drawer I found something that looked like hair dye, it was red. It wasn't the type of color that was natural red it was blood red or ox red. I figured since no one would use it that I might as well use it. When the dye had dried I looked like a totally different person, I had a new face, I didn't look like the high school kid with the sense of justice. Now I was the hard ass street punk, I wondered if my personality would change.
"Cid we've got to go, the ditch is calling you", said Allen. It was 20 to 10 we had to go. It was pitch black outside and it was freezing. At 10 on the dot that same black car pulled up with the same men inside it.
"Hello Cid, welcome to the beginning of your new life, welcome to the Dragons. My name is Mao Yenrai and I'll be your new master", then we drove off into the night into emptiness.
"So this is the infamous Allen Jr, you got some pretty smooth reflexes kid. Your gonna go through hell and back before you'll even be able to think you're on our level, unless of course you're an idiot, but if you were an idiot you would be a Tiger." I didn't like this guy, he was full of himself, but something told me he had the right to be.
In my opinion Fox was beautiful, she had dark brown hair almost as stunning as her pitch black eyes. She was pretty "well rounded" if u get my drift and was very smart. She could lie her way out of everything, she didn't talk very often but when she did she wouldn't shut up. I thought that she liked to hear her own voice but so did a bunch of other guys. I wasn't in the mood to have a conversation right now so I just went to my new room. It was painted blood red, pretty cool coincidence huh? There was a huge flat screen TV and an awesome looking stereo, these guys made a pretty descent living, but the best thing was that I got to share a room with Fox. They probably thought that since I was only 14 that I wasn't a perverted monkey. Well I was exhausted from the car ride and decided to take a nap, how hardcore I was, taking a nap because of a car ride. Well I woke up at 8:30 to a huge pounding on my chest. I slowly opened my eyes to see that Fox was sitting on my chest. I had about 300 scenarios running through my head at that time but they were all halted when I that she was carrying a needle. I was just staring up at her eyes, I wasn't confused and I wasn't happy. I was just drifting in and out of reality. For the first time I heard Fox start to talk.
"Rule one................................ Never trust the girl", She was speaking as though she had some kind of experience with this kind of subject but I had no idea what she was talking about and with that she took the needle and she pushed it into my left nostril. She was crazy; what the hell was she doing? She then took a stud out of you ear and shoved it into the newly formed hole in my nose. The crazy chick had just pierced my nose, during all the excitement I didn't notice how painful it all was. Then she ran away like nothing had happened. I ran to a bathroom to see what it looked like, aside from the blood it looked pretty cool. I looked through the drawers for a tissue to wipe the blood off of my face. In the bottom drawer I found something that looked like hair dye, it was red. It wasn't the type of color that was natural red it was blood red or ox red. I figured since no one would use it that I might as well use it. When the dye had dried I looked like a totally different person, I had a new face, I didn't look like the high school kid with the sense of justice. Now I was the hard ass street punk, I wondered if my personality would change.
"Cid we've got to go, the ditch is calling you", said Allen. It was 20 to 10 we had to go. It was pitch black outside and it was freezing. At 10 on the dot that same black car pulled up with the same men inside it.
"Hello Cid, welcome to the beginning of your new life, welcome to the Dragons. My name is Mao Yenrai and I'll be your new master", then we drove off into the night into emptiness.