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"Victim to the Streets"
Written By BBReele

Rated M for violence, strong language, heavy drug use, and some crude humor and sexuality.

Author's note - This story is based on the TGS saga. It occurs after the events in "Tengu" and CSHayden's prequel/continuation of Tengu, "Ronin".

----------Chapter 3 - Negotiations----------

-----#Numbers#-----

Pounding techno music blared from speakers placed along the wall. Down on the dance floor, a crowd of people were dancing to the music while waving glowsticks, classic of the 90's raves. Up in the skybox, however, another sort of party was going on.

"So you've never had a gargoyle before?"

The girl giggled, and shook her head 'no'. O.E. used a hand to brush away the stray hairs which draped over her face. He lifted her chin with a talon, and leaned in.

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle."

He locked his lips with hers in a deep kiss. She gave light moans as their tongues intertwined. A few seconds later, he broke the kiss. Whatever fear of him she had had before then, was, by now, completely gone. She felt his arm wrap around her waist, pulling her closer. She submitted to his treatment, leaning her head back against his perfectly chiseled chest. She could feel the abdominal muscles through the fabric of his black tank-top. He wrapped both arms around her waist, slowly pulling her closer. She gave a sigh as she felt her body rub against his. They held this position for about ten seconds, until he let go. She turned around, so she could see him. "I never did get your name..." she said. O.E. chuckled. "You can call me what you please. But, since you were kind enough to ask, My name is Omri. Omri Evankovich. My friends prefer to call me 'O.E.'. I've grown accustomed to it in the past few weeks." The girl nodded, and took his hands into her own. "Well, my name is Annabelle. My friends and family just call me 'Anna.'" She threw her arms over his shoulders, and brought their lips together in another kiss. He kissed her back, allowing her tongue to explore the insides of his own beak. A few feet away, two familiar friends were watching the whole show.

"I can't believe this shit! We all go to the club, and O.E., of all people, ends up with a girl."

Zack sighed, and sipped on his beer. Chris chuckled. He sipped his bottle of Smirnoff Ice. They watched as O.E. and Anna continued to kiss, while letting their hands roam over each others' bodies. Finally, Anna placed something inside O.E.'s pocket. Chris tapped Zack, and pointed. "Dude, she just slipped him something." They watched as O.E., still kissing, dug out the pocket. She had given him a card and a slip of paper. He recognized the card as a hotel room key. The piece of paper contained an address and a phone number. Smiling in his head, he put the objects back into his pocket. He and Anna continued to kiss, until she broke it a moment later. "I'm gonna go downstairs. I have some business to take care of." She took one of his hands. "Want to go with me?" She licked her lips to give a hint. O.E. looked around. When he was sure that they would not be followed, he turned back and nodded. They started down the stairs. Chris and Zack exchanged surprised glances. They simultaneously downed their drinks. Chris tossed the cup into a metal trash can, and got to his feet. Zack followed, throwing away his cup as well. They went downstairs, heading towards the bar. On their way, They caught a glance of O.E. and Anna, as the couple disappeared into the Men's restroom. Chris and Zack again exchanged surprised glances. They sat on the barstools, and ordered their drinks. They flashed their fake ID's, and the bartender fell for it. He returned a moment later with Zack's forty-ounce, and Chris's doubleshot of everclear. The two teenagers downed their drinks, all the while keeping their eyes focused on the Men's restroom entrance.

Meanwhile, inside the Men's room, O.E. and Anna were getting busy. He kissed her madly, and pushed open the door to an empty stall. They went inside, and he locked them in. After first checking the toilet seat, he sat down. She raised up his tank-top so she could feel his chest. He gave a low groan as he felt her warm hands work over every inch of his body. She paused when she came to his jeans. Looking up to him, she gave the most pleading look he had ever seen. Growling, he gave the OK. She undid his jeans, and slid them down, to reveal his black boxers. She didn't even need to pull them off to see that he was very well endowed. She slid the boxers away, revealing his semi-erect member. She began to slowly work it with her hands, using one hand to stroke it, and the other to massage his testicles. He moaned as the pleasure washed over him. Looking down,
he watched as she stroked him to his full length of twelve inches. She let go of him for a moment to look him over. Just the sight of him made her want to do things she had never imagined. When he least expected it, she took half of his thick, black meat into her mouth. He gave a long moan, and placed a hand on her head to encourage her. In response to this, she began to suck on the head of his member, running her tongue along the shaft until it reached the tip, and then bringing it back down again. Using her hand, she began to stroke the parts of his member that her mouth couldn't reach. He groaned in pleasure, his eyes half-closed as he watched her work him. He was in heaven. He felt himself tighten. He was nearing orgasm. She felt it as well, and began to speed up her strokes and licks. He had to cup his mouth to keep from moaning loudly. The pleasure was simply too much. All of a sudden, he clenched his eyes shut. He clamped both hands firmly over his beak to muffle his roar as he climaxed, spraying into the back of her throat. She swallowed most of him, but some trickled out of her mouth, and rolled down her chin. She used a piece of toilet paper to wipe it away. O.E. growled softly, while trying to catch his breath. He was just pulling up his boxers, when she leaned in, and kissed him deeply on the lips. A few seconds later, he pulled away, and finished buttoning his jeans. They left the men's room, and headed for the bar. Halfway there, she stopped. "I really enjoyed that back there..." She said. He nodded. "I did, too." She motioned to his pocket. "That's my number, and the address to the hotel I'm staying at in Brooklyn. The key opens room 214. Maybe we can hook up around... Midnight?" O.E. nodded. "I'd like that." They kissed each other one last time, before they split up. She headed for the Exit, and he went to the bar. He gave a loud groan as he fell onto one of the barstools. Chris and Zack laughed. O.E. gave them a puzzled look. "What's so funny?" Chris waved it off. "It's nothing." he said. "You're just funny." O.E. scoffed, and sat facing the bar. He laid his head down on the bar itself, and called for an entire bottle of Jack Daniels No.7. When the bartender brought his drink, he screwed the top off, and chugged down half of the bottle. Chris and Zack looked on, curious about what would happen next. Chris then had an idea.

"Hey O.E."

"What?" O.E. replied. He quickly finished the rest of the bottle. Chris was silent as he watched his friend finish, and after he was done, he continued. "You got that girl's number and hotel. Why don't you go and see her? Meanwhile, me and Z are gonna go out, and look for some names. I want to know who we're gonna be up against. Oh yeah, after we get a list, I'ma see if I can hook up with Adam and Jackson." O.E. stroked his bearded chin, as he thought it over. finally, he gave his approval. "I want to do her, anyway." The trio all laughed at this. They decided to meet up at Central Park in Manhattan later.

-----Days Inn, Rm 214, Brooklyn, NY-----

O.E. cleared his throat as he stepped up to the door. He straightened himself out, and Unbuttoned his vest, so she could see his bare chest. After running his hands through his hair, he took the card key from his pocket. He swiped it through the card reader on the door, and the lock clicked open. Smiling to himself, he turned the knob, and opened the door. The room was dimly lit, and soft R&B music was playing. O.E. recognized Usher when his voice played. He chuckled. The girl really knew how to set the mood. Shaking off the surprise, he walked into the room. When he came to the corner, he stopped. Both cautious and curious, he peered around the corner. There lay Anna in the bed. She saw him staring. He walked in front of the bed. She giggled, and pulled the sheets away on one side of the bed. "Come on. I want to enjoy this..." O.E. gave a seductive growl,
as gargoyles did when aroused. He began to strip, starting with his vest, and then his pants, leaving only his boxers. He looked to her for confirmation. She lay back in bed, and used a hand to mime pulling down the boxers. O.E. obeyed like a faithful servant, and slid the boxers off. He threw them on top of his other clothes, and made his way to the side of the bed. As he climbed in, she eyed his semi-erect penis hungrily. He wasted no time with foreplay, but instead, went straight to work. He used a hand to massage her breasts, as he rolled on top of her. He brought his open beak to her mouth, and they locked lips in a deep, passionate kiss. She threw her arms around his neck, and held on, as he positioned himself at her entrance. She gave a light moan when she felt his head brush against the sensitive skin surrounding her vagina. He stared into her eyes, looking for an answer. She responded by breaking their kiss. She pulled im away for a split second. "I want you..." She whispered. This was more than enough for him. He slowly pushed himself into her, inch by inch. He stopped when he felt a blockage. It was her cherry. She was a virgin. Kissing her deeply, he pushed further, breaking her cherry, and pushing himself in deeper. She moaned loudly as she felt his twelve inches stop inside of her. He pulled out halfway, and slammed back into her. She screamed as the waves of pleasure washed over her. He continued to pound in and out of her, all the while exploring her mouth with his tongue. She gasped when he removed his hands from her basts, and used them to lift her legs up to meet him. This made her moan louder when he thrusted into her. She gripped the mattress for balance, but this hardly slowed her movement. She let him control her as he continued to thrust in and out of her. His pattern of thrusts began to get faster. She continued to moan, feeling herself become extremely sensitive to his member, which was burying itself deep into her at this point. His thrusts suddenly got extreme. He pulled out, and slammed back into her as hard as he could, causing her to moan with delight. After a few more thrusts, he buried himself fully inside of her. Leaning his head back, O.E. let out a roar that could be heard for miles. Anna moaned underneath him as she felt his cum fill her insides.
He continued to thrust into her, spraying his cream all about her insides. She suddenly felt a buildup. He slammed into her one last time, and gave another, weaker roar, as he released yet another load. She cried out in pleasure as she felt herself being filled a second time. Looking down, she could see that his seed was dripping from her entrance, and coated the area around it. He had overflowed her. She gave a low moan as he pulled out, and laid down next to her on the bed. They both panted loudly, trying to catch their breath. O.E. growled when Anna wrapped her hand around his limp shaft, and squeezed out the remaining seed. She lapped it up off her fingers, cleansing him completely of cum. She watched as he stuck a cigarette into his beak, and used a match to light it. He took a puff, and blew out the smoke. She didn't mind. "You know..." she began. "You were my first time." O.E. took another hit, and nodded. He blew it out, and turned to face her. "Why'd you choose me to be your first?" he asked. She shrugged, and set her head against his shoulder. "I saw you and your friends on the news. When I went to the club, I saw you, and decided to see if you were really as bad as they say. After we talked and did that.
restroom thing, I just knew I wanted you to be my first... I actually think I'm... falling for you..." O.E. blew out his hit, and turned back to face her. "...I love you, Anna." he growled, and leaned in for the kiss. "I love you too, Omri" Anna replied, before they kissed one another. With a low growl, he turned her over, and positioned himself for another round.

-----Eastside Park, East Brooklyn heights-----

Chris and Zack stepped off the bus. They quickly dashed across the street, into the park. When they had reached the stores, they slowed to a walk. Chris pulled a new cell phone from his pocket. He dialed a number, and pushed Call. "...All right. Yeah, we're in front of the store. Where you at?" There was a moment of silence, as Chris listened. Zack took the time to open one of the three cans of Budweiser he had brought along. Chris nodded, and spoke. "The black Civic on the left side. I got it." He hung up, and put the phone back inside his pocket. He tapped Zack to get his attention. Zack stopped chugging the beer, and turned to face him. "We gotta go through them apartments to the lot in back. They're in a black Civic with green neon and vinyls. It's a HoVR model, so it should be easy to spot." Zack nodded in reply. They started off towards the complex of apartments.

-----Honda Civic HoVR-----

"So what do you think of all this shit?"

"I don't know, but this is Chris and Z we're talking about. They'll figure it out."

Adam sighed, and leaned back in his seat, letting the rap music fill his ears. He was actually a Goth and Metal type of guy, but this was Jackson's car. Plus, the hundred grand Chris was going to split up between he and Jackson, seemed tempting. He looked up to Jackson, who was polishing off a bottle of Smirnoff Twist V. The Mexican teenager sighed, and set the bottle down in a cup holder. He grabbed his beanie from the dashboard, and used it to cover up his fade. It was getting cold out. He closed his eyes, and was just about to doze off, when--

"Wake up, mothafuckers!"

A loud banging could be heard on the car's windows. Jackson snapped back to life, and looked for the intruder. Chris and Zack stood on either side of the car, shouting muffled curses and threats if the others did not open the door. Grumbling, Jackson unlocked the doors. The others got into the car, and the music was turned down. "So what did you guys want?" asked Adam. Zack took a piece of paper from his pocket. It was a copy of the Contract. He handed it to Adam, and Jackson quickly read it. "Shit..." Jackson said, after he'd finished. "You guys got some problems." Adam agreed. Chris sighed. "We need you guys to help us find out what we're up against. You brought the shit?" Adam reached under his seat, and came out with a backpack. He unziped the main compartment, and removed two pistols, followed by an uzi. He tossed the Uzi to Jackson, who reached under his own seat, and came up with what appeared to be a metal briefcase. He handed the briefcase to Chris, who unlocked the latches and opened it. It wasn't a briefcase. It was a computer. A GOOD computer. He switched it on, and the screen flashed with a white light. He cracked his knuckles and went to work, establishing a connection to the server via bluetooth. When this was done, he took to the internet. He minimized the internet window, and opened up a program on the desktop called the Blockbuster. He set it to run at will call. The computer was highly advanced, with voice identification and commanding.

"Computer. Scan document on screen."

He pressed the contract to the computer screen. A green light ran over it, and he removed it. A copy of the contract appeared on-screen. Chris ran a source search, and it came to a halt when he reached a password-restricted webpage. Their timing couldn't have been better. Chris ran the Blockbuster, and another window popped up. Numbers and letters flashed within this window, until two lines of text could be read. "Computer. Input login on-screen." The computer beeped, and the two lines of text were converted into a Username and Password. Chris watched as the page disappeared, and was replaced by another page. This was a typed-out version of the contract, with a new bit on the bottom, asking for takers. What they had been looking for. Three simple names were listed, along with a series of numbers after each name. Bank accounts. Zack, who was looking on,
quickly copied down the names and account numbers. Chris chuckled. It was all too easy. Then, he quickly shut up. The hard part was that whoever took the contract had to have two things - balls and a lot of firepower. Shaking off these thoughts, he closed the internet window, and opened another program, called 'Source ripper.' This brought up a black window, which used the internet connection to establish one with any other computer at a command. Chris searched government listings. He typed in the first of the three names and numbers. The computer gave another beep, and a new window appeared.

"Oh, FUCK me..."

Everyone peered at the screen, to see what had Chris so shook up. The man in the picture was VERY well-built. He looked as if he could kill a champion bodybuilder with his bare hands. He was bald, with a six-pack chest, and was wearing a black tank-top. He had on plain black slacks, and wore tattoos of skulls on both of his forearms. Chris found his information, and began to read it out loud.

"Robert McArthur. Age thirty. He's six-foot-seven, and weighs two-sixty-five. It says here he used to be a soldier, back in 2007. Fought in the Iraqi war, got the medal of honor. He was shot three times in the chest. He dropped out of the army in 2010, after the Iraqi's agreed to give up the terrorists. Since then, he's been MIA. The hitter connection says he's had twelve jobs already, with us as the thirteenth. This guy's a threat. a MAJOR one."

Chris pointed to the Address and phone number on the screen. Zack quickly copied them down. Chris started a new search with the second name. He typed in the commands, and began to read the information when it popped up on the screen.

"Charles Steele. He's black, age twenty-five. Six feet tall. Not too high. He weighs two-twenty. He used to gangbang in the 2000's. Says here he dropped out of gang life at age fifteen, when he was shot twice in the chest for betraying his gang set. He's a boxing expert, with a local record of 35-3. He also knows his guns. This guy is a street version of the Terminator. But it looks like he has some enemies. Maybe we can use this. Z, get his shit."

Zack scribbled down the African American's information. Chris reached over, aqnd grabbed the contract. Scanning it, he found the final name. He froze. A second later, Zack turned to find out what had gotten him spooked. He too, saw the last name. His jaw dropped, and he just sat staring at it. After a few moments of that same position, They turned up, and faced each other. "Dude..." Chris began. "Yeah..." Zack replied. "I know." Chris turned back to the computer. "Computer." He said out loud. "Identity search. Target, Omri Evankovich."

-----Somewhere in uptown New York-----

"WHO TOOK THE JOB!"

"I don't know what you're talking about! AAAAAAAAHHHH!"

Elisa twisted the man's arm back even further, bringing it close enough to snap. The man screamed out in pain. He squirmed under her grasp, but she held strong, and refused to let go. "Last chance, Francisco. Either you fork over the list, or I break your arm and let my friends finish you." She tightened her grip, causing him to scream louder. "ALL RIIIIGHT!" he roared. She loosened her grip on him. Using his free arm, he reached across the floor to a desk drawer. Opening it, he removed a folder full of paper. It was the list of takers. He handed it over, and she quickly skimmed it. Nodding to her superior, she got off of Francisco's back. She headed out the door towards the surveillance van. Once there, she handed over the folder to Captain Chavez and the DA. They opened it, and examined its contents, stopping to read the documents and view the photos. When they were done, the DA whispered to the Captain. Captain Chavez turned to Elisa, and flashed her a thumbs-up. She smiled, and turned to go back to her car. Inside, though, Elisa was cheering.

"You mean their friend is a traitor?"

"Yes. He took the job two days ago. The day we took over their hotel room."

Elisa took the folder when Brooklyn handed it over. Ariana, Graeme, Kirin, and Sata had also read the file. They all wore deeply concerned faces. Graeme stood to speak. "What if they don't beleive it?" he asked. Elisa chuckled. "What if they already know?" Graeme immediately shut up. It would go wrong either way. In one hand, If the two humans didn't know that their friend was a traitor, their friend could cause a nuclear disaster and be long gone before it took place. But then, again, if the two boys DID know, The whole of New York would become a warzone. Bodies would fall, and many people would be caught in the crossfire. The clan sighed, and pondered over their ideas. Elisa stopped them a moment later. "Okay. From now, we're gonna assume the guys already know. What would they do? What would YOU do?" Brooklyn shrugged, and gave his reply. "I'd go on the warpath. Kill him." Everyone else nodded. Elisa sighed. "Then it's settled. We'll go looking for them in the evening. With all the shit they leave behind, they shouldn't be that hard to catch up to."

END

Well, that was chapter 3. The next chapter will focus on the clan and the boys, and what happens when O.E. finds out he's been burnt! As usual, the email blazeybreele at gmail. com will be used to send comments or flames. RR at your own will.

"You'd have to be a first-rate fool to ally with someone who returns from the shadows only to put a bullet through your head."

---Me.