Worthy Ch. 2

It was a busy night. My dad was busy working on the new murder case, so that left me to take care of some of his other files. I had been following this one for some time now, a series of muggings throughout town, some in broad daylight. I had gotten some pictures of possible suspects and I have tracked their lair to a small house on the bad side of town. I pulled up across the street to see if I can follow someone. Hours went by and nothing happened. So I drove back home to get some rest.

The two men were sitting in their backyard, discussing their plans for the night. They had been robbing people around town and were making some good money. One of them laughed as the other told of the rich boy he made cry the night before. The man stood up, revealing the large knife he used in some of his crimes. He pulled it out and attempted to make some fancy moves. As he held his knife in front of him he saw something in the blade. He turned around and saw nothing. His buddy, still sitting down had a horrified look on his face. The man felt a sharp pain in his back and was flung to the ground, bleeding to death. The other man fell out of his chair in fear. He pulled out his pistol and fired. He looked around and then felt a sharp pain around his next, and felt his head fall off. The last thing he ever saw was the burning eyes of his killer.

When I went to the office the next day my dad looked even more tired then before. "What's going on Dad?" I asked him. "Two more murders, two street punks, right in their own back yard." he said. Four murders in a week? This guy was bold, but he had to slip up somehow. "What have you gotten from it so far?" I asked. "Well, So far it seems all the victims were males and well armed, as well as were decapitated. One of the new victims had stab wounds similar to the drug dealer, but in his back. The other one however, appeared to have just had his head cut straight off. Just bizarre…."

Over the next week nothing had happened, but my dad was constantly on the look out for new leads. However at lunch one day I was approached by a girl who lives near me, her name was Ashley Steele. "Hey Veronica," she greeted me. "Hey Ashley, how are you?" Ashley was a really nice girl. She was this short, quiet little redheaded girl I've known since I was about seven. She was really outgoing and social back then, but a few years ago when we were both 14, her mom died of cancer and she never really recovered from it. Her dad turned to alcoholism and she's pretty much had to raise herself since then. I tried to help her out as much as I could since then. Today she seemed distressed. "I need you to help me, I know you've done a lot for me before and I hate to ask you for more, but…i've lost my moms ring... And.." tears welled up in her eyes. I rushed over to her side, "Oh my god, how did you lose it?" In between her sobs she said, "Well, I didn't lose it lose it, it was taken from me." I hated people like that, the ones who always picked on the helpless ones. "Who took it from you? Do you know?" She looked at me with green eyes turned red. "Im not sure who he was, or even if he was the one who took my ring, but I think he was part of that new biker gang….I turned him down for a date and he was trying to get even.." I stopped her right there. "Wait, what new biker gang? I thought Weevil had the only one in town." I asked. "Oh, there's actually a few, Weevils was just the only one active nearby, but these ones are new, but that's all I know." She replied. That's all I needed to know. After school I headed to Weevils house.

When I got to his house, he was sitting outside with one of his buddies. "So what brings you to my humble abode Ms. Drew?" He asked as I approached him. "Ha ha, very funny Weevil, I've never heard that one before." I said "What, I want to know, is about this new biker gang in town, the one that may or may not of taken Ashley Steele's ring." His buddy smiled, "Oh, that hot little piece of white a….urgh!" Weevil elbowed him in the gut. "They took her ring? Amateurs, if a girl dissed me like that, I probably would of done more then take her stupid ring." "Well to her its not stupid! Now can you please tell me something about these guys?" Weevil laughed a little. "Sure, you see, we don't even consider them a rival gang, their just a bunch of rich kids with bikes trying to be a bunch of Billy Badasses, I think they call themselves the Hounds of Death or some other twelve year-olds wet dream name." Great an 09er biker gang, one with no creativity I might add. "Do you know where I might find them?" Weevil started to walk into his house, "They meet at the park…hah hah…the park, rank amateurs I tell you…I believe at midnight"

The Hounds of Death had gathered at the meeting spot for the night, there were ten of them plus one of the groups girls friends. All of them had armed themselves to the teeth. The leader stood up and said. "I am tired of being labeled a wannabe bunch of bikers, but tonight we will prove them wrong…" One of the other bikers was playing with a old ring he acquired from a girl earlier. He looked at his girlfriend, Mary Reyes, and said "Maybe I should give this ring to you." Mary just scoffed, "Why? To remind me you were hitting on that other bitch?" They argued for awhile, but then the leader shut them up. As he went back to his speech he held his shotgun in the air, and then there was a flash of light, and he crumpled to the ground dead. The other men pulled out their weapons. The was a whiz sound through the air and one of the other bikers lost his head, the rest fired in the direction of the sound. One standing near a tree started choking, and the rest and saw him hanging from a tree from what appeared to be near invisible wire. The last five gathered into a group, but from no where two more lost their heads, One began to ran and another flash of light brought him down. The last town hid behind a bike, the one with the ring and another. They were breathing heavy. "Did you see him?" one asked. "No, I didn't see a thing!" the other replied. They heard a clicking noise behind them, but before they could turn around something grabbed their necks from behind, and crushed them. The ring fell and the killer saw it, he picked it up and stowed it away. He approached the girl, now crying next to her bike, when another car approached and the killer ran away.