There was a boy. A dark skinned boy. A Latino man with a twisted leg. They didn't know each other yet, but they would.
The Latino grew up in the Bronx. Poor and beaten, he fled his drunk father at a young age. He learned to fight on the streets, and he learned that having a heart was an inconvenience. His name was Brokenstar. He was what modern doctors would deem a psychopath. Born from pain he brought suffering. His life was hard, and there were times he wanted to die. But he didn't, though many would argue it would have been better for everyone if he had.
He joined a gang called Shadow, and fought his way to the top. He drove out the gang Wind and claimed their land."
He brought a reign of terror and darkness. Of blood and pain. The gangs doctor finally had enough. She worked with another gang called Thunder to overthrow him. She got them in and they gassed his room."
He escaped with his life, but was permanently blinded. Later she poisoned him, and fled. She was never heard from again. Brokenstar died on-
Jayfeather's eyes flew open and he gasped. "But that can't be right!"
"What is it?"
Hollyleaf stepped closer.
"Brokenstar died ten years ago!"
"What?!"
There was a long silence that left everyone's ears ringing. "But- but. He was there! On December nineteenth! He killed them, he killed our parents!"
Jayfeather shook his head. "No, I regret to inform you of this, but it appears the police, hospital, and mayor lied to you."
"But why?"
"Well if you shut up I could find out."
Ivypool looked taken aback by Jayfeather's snappish tone.
He closed his eyes and threw himself back into the secrets that had layered themselves up until it was like the truth had never even existed.
A man. They called him Tigerstar. Sister. Pretty thing. Taken by disease. Heartbroken women crying. No man. No father for the boy. His mother is on drugs . The boy was thrown out on the streets. He was attacked by the Thunder gang. The boy. The boy held his own, fighting back. The gang was impressed. 'Offer him a spot', the one known as Thistleclaw takes him under his wing. Cruel. Beats the boy, breaks his bones, taunts him. The boy is crying. Crying in the streets. This angers Thistleclaw, says tears are a weakness. Beats him more. The boy never cried again. His life is filled with fear and hatred. His life is full of pain. He wants to become leader. He assassinated the current leader; Thistleclaw is already dead. Tigerstar rules.
Jayfeather paused. He took a second to steady himself before going back to the past.
Now we move on to a different boy. He is a small dark skinned boy. He is taunted, called Tiny. He is beaten by his drunk family, he ran. No one will help him, he is shunned for the color of his skin. A women screamed of devils' spawn in her yard as he begs for food. He fled. He cried, wandering into Thunder's land. Tiny is found by Tigerstar, with Thistleclaw at his side. Thistleclaw threatens Tigerstar, forces him to attack. A young woman is there too. She didn't like what's happening. She hated it. She had children too, but they were taken from her. She doesn't want to see the boy suffer. Tigerstar attacked, and stabbed him in the leg with a knife. He was only six, he cowered under the larger boy.
The woman threw Tigerstar off him; she fended them off with a knife. They fled.
She gave him food. But the dogs came and she fled too, leaving him to bleed in the darkness.
The dogs. More like wolves, with massive canines, they work for the police. The dogs, wolf hybrids, protect the people, they are hired out for a certain fee. And they smelled the boy in the ally, and they knew he was prey. They couldn't get in. He stayed there in pain. He suffered in silent agony. When he could limp he got up. There was a dog waiting.
Its massive jaws dripped with blood, the still, unmoving, limp form of a cat at its forepaws. It was twice his size and it jumped.
The boy ran from the dog, desperate to get away from those slavering jaws, its inch-long teeth. He dragged himself over a fence whole the dog jumps clear over it.
He flees to a steep ravine, he trips, the dog sails over his head, slams into massive rock face.
Its neck cracks. The boy runs to it. He presses his face into its soft fur, and cries. It was just doing its job. It wasn't evil.
He thought about the gleam in Thistleclaw's eyes. Evil.
There was a certain beauty to it. A power.
He looked at the dog, it's jaws open in an endless scream of terror. He pulled the knife that Tigerstar had attacked him with from his pocket. He saws its head clean off.
He was going to survive.
No matter what the cost, no matter what the pain he caused, he would never suffer again.
He vowed never to cry again.
He closed his eyes and waited. He waited to feel anything at all.
But he felt nothing. Not fear. Not pain. Not even hatred.
He had always had a cruel aspect to him. He fried ants, he broke a rabbits neck. And he decided right then the world had done nothing for him. So why should he do something for it?
He'd make them suffer. He'd make everyone suffer. He'd done nothing to the world, and it had destroyed him. So he would rule. He would cause as much pain as he could before he left this earth. They would suffer for what they did to him.
He looked at the dogs head, and grasped it. He read the collar haltingly, forreading wasn't something he'd learned well. Scourge. He liked that name.
He thought that feeling would get in the way. So he felt this emptiness within. He felt his heart be incased by ice. He felt nothing.
And he relished it.
The boy picked up the head and walked back. Back to the place which had hurt him so.
He raised the head and slowly they emerged. A rag tag gaggle of teens. They looked at the boy as he waked with his head high through their ranks.
A girl stepped out. Respect gleamed in her eyes. A teen boy emerges behind her.
"I'm Brick."
He could see the respect in her eyes as she stared at the dogs head. "I'm Bone." The boy eyes him suspiciously.
The boy turned and gave one last look at the life he was leaving behind. "I'm... Scourge."
Jayfeather's eyes flew open. There was more. He needed to go back. Lowering his head to his chest he waited until his breathing steadied before closing his eyes and returning to the dark horrible thing known as the past.
A man. A man learned politics. His name was Tiny. He won respect from friend and enemies alike. He was elected for mayor.
He murdered the former mayor. He killed everyone who had known him. His name had been Barley, but no one remembered that now.
Tigerstar fell in love, in love with a rich white girl by the name of Sasha. The likes of her were shunned by his gang. With sneering lips they were called kittypets do to their pampered life style.
But she was feisty and strong, and she bore him three children. He had to leave her to attend to his gang.
He made deals Scourge, who held power in both politics and gangs.
Everything was going well. But Tigerstar did not remember Scourge from all those years ago, so he had no idea that Scourge hated him.
So Scourge staged a little accident. He had Bone ram Sasha and Tadpole with a pickup truck.
He found Hawkfrost and his sister alone.
He would have let Bone abuse the young girl then and there, in front of her brother, had Hawkfrost not sold himself.
The young boy was tortured, beaten. He was used as target practice, a plaything for the mayor. Forced to do whatever Scourge wanted, the Thunder gang did the dirty work for him.
It was then that a young women by the name of Whitewing came into the picture. She was a little to curious. She found out about Scourge, how he had blackmailed and murdered his way to mayor.
So he had to dispose of her. He knew that it would look suspicious if she just randomly died on her own. So he staged a shoot out. He killed Nightcloud, Sandstorm, Graystripe, Mistyfoot, Stonefur, and captured Heathertail.
He blamed Crowfeather for the death, and threatened to let Heathertail be mass raped if Breezepelt didn't work with him.
The young boy staged his father to be caught and arrested by the police.
He blamed the long dead tyrant Brokenstar for their deaths. It worked. He then locked Heathertail up, forcing Breezepelt to do whatever he wanted to keep her safe. So Breezepelt kept tabs on Hawkfrost, made sure he wasn't planning anything.
He told them that if it ever came out, Mothwing and Heathertail would be abused. They listened.
They got Birchfall addicted so he wouldn't spill.
The police hated the gangs. Their two head leaders both had loved ones killed by Brokenstar- or so they thought. So they didn't question the evidence. So perfectly planned.
But tonight he was informed of a young girl sneaking around. Whitewing's daughter. Well that couldn't be!
So he caught Mothwing. He called Tigerstar. He forced Breezepelt to stage it.
He threatened Hawkfrost. But that girl was still sneaking. Obviously, they weren't doing their job. Well, that just wouldn't do.
He pretended to stab her, knowing that Hawkfrost would take it as a warning.
Tigerstar didn't know Scourge hated him. So he didn't doubt Breezepelt's words, and that night Firestar was almost killed. Brackenfur took the bullet, and Tigerstar fled while the rest of the police came running in.
Hawkfrost couldn't tell him. He had to protect his sister. Both he and Breezepelt knew Scourge hadn't really killed her.
She was the only thing keeping Hawkfrost in line.
But he did hurt her.
Hawkfrost saw it as a warning. The next time the girl came round, she would die.
It just so happened that the encounter was a little sooner than planed.
Jayfeather turned to Ivypool. "Go now! Dovewing's in grave danger! You have to save her!"
Ivypool's eyes widened. She ran out as fast as her legs could carry her.
Jayfeather turned to the stunned looks from his siblings. His eyes narrowed. He'd have to work this to his advantage. He wouldn't tell them everything. He might twist it a bit. But he could still get what he wanted.
Somewhere in the night a girl breathed her last.
A/N: Jayfeather's a bit OOC, so it's no wonder you hate or are creeped out by him! Also I'm sorry if I depressed the hell out of you. Writing that was very depressing for me at least.
Sorry about the late update, me and my beta had some problem, we were never on at the same time. XD
My beta has a lot of stuff going on, so the next couple chapters you may have to put up with my terrible spelling and auto cucumber. I mean auto cat. I mean bout that.
I give up.
XD
People who got the question right: Sky of Stars, and XxSilverslashxX.
The next question is the most deep. It's okay if your not comfortable answering it. I understand.
okay here's the big one!
Do you... Like pie?