KITG: here you go, the next chpter.

Chapter 2

It lingered over the bloody scene. Enjoying the recent feed it had devoured. Such pain. Oh it was in rapture. It heaved its slimy bulk up the side of the dark alley, lights flashed blue and red as ambulances and fire trucks arrived to put out the flames that were cars and homes. It loved it, the night sky rent with red hues as fire spread and pain increased. Who would notice a few more bodies in the many that littered the floor? Who cared if they died a different way, screaming in agony so it could feed?

It found itself atop a roof, seeing the New York skyline, not much had changed, the statue of liberty still over looked the bay, though the skyline was some what open thanks to the loss of the twin towers so many years ago. Such a huge loss. It wished it had been there. It watched as gang members ran, and hide. Watched one group find a sweet girl, she seemed lost, confused, calling for someone. But they dragged her away anyway. Hum, the smell of death were heavy around this gang, perhaps it would follow. And have a little fun.

Dogan, the leader of the Skulls looked back at the lovely little tidbit they had found. Her lovely blond hair spilling over her face, hiding the bruise that adorned her cheek, she had made so much noise that he had turned round and hit her to knock her out, didn't need the cops to find him right now. The warehouse by the docks creaked and groaned in the bitter wind that blew from the north. It held the scent of snow in its cold caress; gang members drew their leather jackets closer to keep out the winds bite. Dogan stood before the warehouse doors like a king waiting for a door to be opened for him. And it was done so, his power never questioned. He strode in, as other cowered before his step. He loved the fear he created, loved how the Death Angels feared him, so much so that they had acted out a foolish and vain attack on his gang. He had watched them scuttle off thinking they had actually done some damage to his gang. Fools! They knew nothing.

"Dogan, what shall we do with this one?" asked the one carrying the blonde.

"Throw her in the cage, I will get to her later" his voice low guttural, with a strong south accent. The man nodded and walked off, the blond roughly slung over his shoulder.

The cage was an old machine shop cage that held stuff you needed to sign for, though the shelves and products had long since been taken out, oil stained the floor, and the cage was rusty in some places. It looked like something out of a torture chamber; some chained were liked to the outer mesh struts. The big barrelled man, who seemed in his 30's threw the blonde in without so much as a care, several of the younger members of the gang grimaced as she landed heavy, her top being stained in the oil. Then the large man took out some handcuffs, placed one of her hands through the loop. The clicked the other to one of the chains. He did the same to her other arm, and both her legs, cheeking her out as he went.

"Good job she was out for this"

" What you say!"

"Nothing Griff, I didn't say nothing"

"Good keep it that way!" the large man known as Griff locked the cage door and went back to his leader Dogan. His mind still pleasantly on the young blonde. Maybe the boss would let him have a little fun later. The two younger gang members watched fearfully as he walked past. Black hair hidden in a skull adorned black bandana, his chest covered with a leather vest, Skulls symbol proudly shining on it's back. He stood 5"7, but most of his size was his barrel waist an chest, some would peg him as the classic Harley Davison rider, belly to match. But the strength he possessed was not to be underestimated. That was why he was second in command to Dogan.

Griff walked over to the centre of the warehouse, there was Dogan, drooling over his pride and joy. A 1979 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am. It shone in rich black, a phoenix of flame blazing proudly on its hood. In it's flame-taloned grasp was a skull. No chance of rebirth for those who were unfortunate enough to touch the car, swift death followed. No one touched that car without Dogan's permission.

" The skirt is in the cage Boss"

"Damn bastards scratched the paint work," Dogan roared, punching the nearest gang member, laying him out cold.

"Looks like I'm taking a trip to Mick's huh?"

"Don't joke about this Griff" Dogan snarled, Griff held up his hands in surrender.

"Ok, ok boss, take it easy. You know Mick. He'll have her as good as new in no time" Dogan snorted at this, sitting down in his would be throne, that was an old car seat.

"Well go and get him then"

Griff indicated to one of the gang, and sent them off to get Mick, and to tell him the problem so he would know what to bring. He then strode over to a fridge that sat in the corner; opening it he took out a can of beer for them both and walked back over to Dogan, giving him one. Then he nodded to the rest of the gang to chill out, not needing them for now. So they went off round the warehouse in their various groups, to gamble, drink or just to sleep. Some other cars lay around, fixer uppers, that some of the gang were trying to do. A Shelby GT500 sat in one corner, it's engine stripped, waiting to be repaired. For not only did the Skulls own the streets, they owned the road. Races were often held, though they had been becoming few of late after that new bill had been past, if you got caught…straight to Jusicum Prison you went. No trial no nothing.

"So what we going to do with the skirt?"

"Hum?"

"You know, the blonde"

"Oh. Well, a pretty thing like that might be worth something. Looks like a rich ones daughter, when she wakes up, well find out who she is, and get some dough out of her. If not…there are other ways to deal with her" Dogan smirked

"Ha, true. I wouldn't mind a bit of her myself, sure was a fiery one. That's for sure. Wonder what she was doing out there. They had locked off all the streets by the time the filth started shooting."

"Who cares? She'll do as she is told, or will be made an example of. I don't care"

The two laughed at the fun they were going to have, no one noticed the creature slither in through a high window, it looked at the scene below, from what would have once been the office of this place, now it held a bed, and some random objects, it was the most comfort you could make this place hold, so it must belong to the leader, it slinked out, and spotted the cage. Knew the pain would rise soon, though now the mortal slumbered, so it could not draw what it wanted. No good killing it while it was asleep. No food then. It would be painless, and this creature didn't know the meaning of the word.

Billy stumbled through the streets, he had run from the morgue, he had gone to find out if that really was his brother Rob in there. He couldn't believe it. How could he, the leader of the Death Angels be dead? When Rob had failed to return for the hit against the Skulls, he had told the Death Angels to return to the derelict factory, their hideout. They had waited, Billy giving orders, because being the Leaders younger brother had made him next in line. Though many questioned this. But Rob's second in command Adam had backed him. Saying Rob had wanted Billy to take over if he was killed. Adam was somewhat an outsider, he wasn't American but British. Had been on the RAF base near where Rob and Billy had lived. They had become friends, inseparable. Adam, always the muscle, Rob the Brains. And Billy. Well Billy didn't know what to call himself. Tag-a-long? Third wheel? Whatever, he wasn't sure he was ready for this.

He had hid when the shooting had started, and watched from a tree as the male and female jumped out of the window after he had, run underneath and straight into the war zone. He had watched as the man in the battered leather jacket grab the hand of the Blonde and dragged her along; they ran with the flow of the gangs as they ran from the firing police. He lost sight of the two a moment, then he had seen the girl being dragged by Griff, second of the Skulls. He felt sorry for her then, knew Griff's reputation. He smiled as the girl kicked one of the gang members restraining her in the balls. She was a strong one, not many of them around these days. But the smile left is face as Dogan turned round and punched her; she dropped like a sack of potatoes. Then Griff hefted her up over his shoulder. And they disappeared into the night. He sat there a while, waiting for it to quieten down. He had just decided he was bout to leave, when he nearly had a heart attack.

"Hello there, what you sitting up there for then?" ice blue eyes regarded Billy, and he had a feeling that this man knew way more than anyone he had ever known.

KITG: so how it so far, please let me know, good or bad. see ya.