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So this is another gang-war-themed one, again it's a two parter cos I always end up making these kinds of oneshots too long! So here is Part 1, and Part 2 will be up soon. Enjoy!
Warning: Blood/ violence, language
"Ginny is going DOWN." I threaten, and hit my fist into my palm. "That bitch has fucked with me too many times, and we are beating her one and for all. We're going to take back the territory she stole from us-" I punch my fist into my hand again as I talk "and she's gonna realize: you don't mess with me. Are you in?" I finish, that being more of a command than a question.
"YEAH!" Jay, Carlos and Evie yell.
"ARE YOU IN?" I repeat, getting them pumped up.
"YEAH!" They shout louder. Jay gets up and does a somersault, while Carlos jumps around madly like a dolphin on crack, and Evie psyches herself up by getting her mirror and smiling evilly at it.
"Evie, I want you here waiting for us. You're useless at fighting, but we'll need food once we're done. Got it?" I tell Evie, not mentioning that we might need bandages.
"Mal, please, don't go! I'm really scared for you guys, what if you get hurt?!" Evie protests.
"EVIE. Shut up. And listen. To me. Stay here. And be. READY." I threaten, and she nods fearfully.
We walk out of our hideout and make our way to the west side of the Isle, Ginny's territory.
We creep silently into the hideout, watching carefully. Carlos taps me and points to some silhouettes of people hiding, I nod and we all run towards them, stabbing anyone we could reach and fist fighting others. I punch a guy in the face and kick another one in the nuts.
Ove the course of ten more minutes, Jay and I steadily get rid of more than half of all the gang members here, while Carlos was just slowing us down, the stupid wuss. Nothing really exciting happens, apart from Jay getting a split lip and me not blocking a kick well enough, ending up with a bruised side. Even Carlos isn't too badly beaten up, so we stand in a tight back to back circle, our fists at the ready.
With wild battle cries, Jay and I charge, knocking people out the way left right and centre, and punching anything that moves. Carlos takes a bit longer, standing on the spot looking scared. This was a fatal mistake.
The world seems to slow down as I whirl around and spot a guy in a yellow Mohawk run behind Carlos and sink a knife into his back. Carlos screams and falls to the floor, the Mohawk guy immediately sitting on him and stabbing the knife into him three more times.
Carlos' screams cut through my mind as I run towards him. I can hear Jay shouting incessant streams of abuse at the gang members who are holding him down on the floor as he desperately tries to get to Carlos. The Mohawk guy has got off him, obviously thinking he was good as dead. I can't let that happen.
The gang members have a firm hold on me as I struggle furiously. Jay's being held down by about ten guys, he doesn't stand a chance of getting out. It's up to me.
I turn around and spit into a guy's face, the small moment of surprise is enough for me to slip out of his grasp and punch him in the face. I stab another guy in the stomach, and push two into each other so that they fall apart, holding their heads in agony. They fall into two of the guys who are holding Jay, enabling him to get up and swiftly knock out three guys. We punch and stab the last of them furiously, hitting one on the head with a metal rod and a shoe at the same time.
We sprint over to Carlos, who is passed out on the floor and bleeding badly. I can see that Jay is losing control: his hands curl into fists and back out again, and he's growling, his face rigid and angry. He picks Carlos up as carefully as he can, and carries him over to a pile of wooden crates which makes a sufficient surface to lay his small form on. Carlos is breathing shallowly and his face is pale as heck.
Jay quickly takes his jacket off and tears the t-shirt underneath into rough lengths with his knife. He uses the knife to tear Carlos' top off and starts wrapping the cloth around his injuries. It would be helpful for now, but we really need to get him to Evie cos he would need stitches. I just realize that I shouldn't have sent her away yet. Fuck.
Jay finishes bandaging Carlos up and looked at me. "We have to make Ginny pay," he says quietly and firmly.
I nod. I was going to say the same thing. We'll do it quickly, so that we could get Carlos to Evie in time. We decide to cover him up with an empty sack so people wouldn't spot him and try to kill him or something. Then we check our knives and ready ourselves, looking at the empty, ancient house about a hundred metres away.
We run up to the creepy, abandoned old house where I know Ginny's main hideout was from our previous fights. I lockpick the door, Jay behind me, panting partly from anger and partly from running the whole time. He sneaks a glance at Carlos when he thinks I'm not looking, he seems worried. I am too, but I don't show it. I finish lock picking as quietly as I could and then hold my knife ready as the door creaks open. It's pitch black.
We can't see anyone until Ginny walks into the small amount of light that's coming from a tiny window. "Well, well, well…" she smiles. "Looks like you're not chicken after all."
"Whatever, Ginny. You're going to pay for what you did to Carlos." I threaten, and then I have to hold Jay back from flying at her.
"Oh dear, Jay, are you angry? What are you going to do? Maybe you could throw me a punch, but I don't know if Mal will let you." Ginny drawls.
I scowl and have to hold Jay back AGAIN. "Chill, Jay," I whisper to him. It's not the time for him to lose his head.
"Yes, chill out, Jay. Mal will get CWOSS," Ginny teases in a mocking baby voice, moving closer to me until we are standing directly in front of each other. We are exactly the same height and her cold grey eyes bore into mine as we stare each other down.
Then she suddenly stabs the knife in my stomach and I fall to the floor, groaning. She sits on me and I yelp, her having sat on my wound on purpose. Jay is nowhere to be seen, but when I crane my head to see where the hell he was, I see a silhouette of a smaller person laugh maniacally and stab him. He screams and falls to the floor, same as I did, and the figure sits on him and seems to be waiting for instructions. Ginny smiles like the Cheshire cat. "I almost forgot to tell you about my special guest."
Melanie De Vil steps into the dim light.
I gasp in shock. "Melanie?" I manage to force out. She's our ally and she hates Ginny almost as much as I do! Stupid bitch must have teamed up with her, and now Jay was down and I wasn't doing great either.
Ginny dragged her knife casually across my arm while I hissed in pain, then got up and motioned to Melanie to sit back on me. Melanie tied my wrists and above my head to the wall, so I was uncomfortably slumped on it, putting strain on my painful stab wound.
I gritted my teeth and glared into her eyes. I knew her style, and my death was sure to be painful (if I didn't get out of here first) but I would carry on staring into her eyes, not giving her the satisfaction of hearing my screams.
She bent down as if to kiss me and I turned my head away. But she didn't kiss me, she instead bent down to my ear and whispered "It's an act. I'm doing it for Carlos."
It took me a second to process it, and then I realized she was still on our side. I wondered what Ginny must have threatened Carlos with, before Melanie winked at me and quick as a flash ripped a hole in my sleeve, leaving a small cut, and at the same time smeared blood from my existing wound on it. I screamed convincingly and the corners of her mouth went up in a devious smile.
She did this a few more times, ripping my clothes and smearing blood on them to make it look like she had stabbed me, while I screamed every time she did it so Ginny would think she was torturing me.
I forgot to scream extra loudly because Ginny had moved on to Jay and his screams were real, and awful.
Then she whispered to me, "Idiot you would have passed out by now."
I rolled my eyes and she 'stabbed' me one more time. I screamed and then relaxed completely, closing my eyes and slumping on the wall. Melanie seemed satisfied, and between my eyelashes I watched her get up and stand next to Ginny.
She knew I could hear her, so she said to Ginny "You only stabbed Jay a bit, right?" Ginny nodded.
"I've got bored of him. I was wondering if you'd do the honours to make it more painful. She kicked me and I just chilled, still pretending to be unconscious. "Mal's good as dead by now with all that blood. You did a good job."
Ginny walked away, calling over her shoulder "I'm going to check on the gang."
"Ok, " Melanie answered, winking at me. Then she decided it would be fun to draw a smiley face on my arm with her finger, using the blood from my wound. I just rolled my eyes, no one here was really sane, but this girl was more than a few goblins short of a minion army.
I got up, wincing slightly from my wound, and walked over to Jay. I kneeled down next to him, he had been tied up against the wall in a sitting position like I had, but he actually was unconscious.
His head was hanging forward, his face hidden by his long hair, but his arms were still tied above his head. He was surrounded by a pool of blood, and I assumed the worst and was starting to panic as I cleaned away the blood.
As I cleaned the blood I realized he hadn't lost as much as it thought, some of it had mixed with the puddle of rainwater on the floor, making it seem larger in the dim light.
He had three stab wounds and many cuts, the worst being in his lower abdomen in a similar position to mine. He had got off worse than I had, because he actually WAS tortured, but his situation wasn't as bad as Carlos. Ginny must have gotten bored of him quickly.
I untied his wrists and caught him as he slid to the floor. I moved the hair off his face and he started to stir. "Come on Jay, wake up," I begged, I sure as heck couldn't carry him and we needed to get him back to Jafar's so Evie could patch them up. After maybe thirty seconds, he opened his eyes and groaned. "Jay! You're awake!" I exclaimed.
"Mal!" he said. "Did Melanie tell you?"
"Yeah, she just faked stabbing me."
"Same here, except Ginny got there first."
"Can you walk, '' I asked, feeling his strength return as he slowly sat up.
"I-I think." he answered. "My dad's place isn't that far anyway"
We got the hell out of the hideout, after fist bumping Melanie as a sign of gratitude. We had asked her if she wanted to come with us, but she said she wanted to skin a guinea pig she killed yesterday for a new fur jacket, so we left her to do that.
We carried Carlos together and were back at Jafar's in basically no time.
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