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Chapter 5

Captured

East Coney

10:58 PM

Angel, Blade and Viper were brought in front of Virgil, a black man with a short afro that had a red afro pick in it. He sat in a chair, drinking a beer, looking somewhat sloshed. Looks like those rumors of Virgil being a drunk were true. On his right, was Beansie, a black man in glasses, a plaid sweater vest and a bomber hat. To his left was LC, a skinny guy with shoulder-length brown hair. His pale skin and dark circles around his eyes made him look like the walking dead, the result of years of heavy drug use. Virgil stood up and walked towards them. "So, you're the fucks who've been messing with out money, huh? Buy the way…" Virgil pulled out a bloodied Alley Cats jacket. "I believe this belongs to a friend of yours. We caught him bombing out turf.

"West!" Viper yelled, struggling to free herself.

Virgil laughed and walked over to Angel. "I see you're the only one who's not wearin' Alley Cats colors. Let me guess: This was part of an initiation, right?"

Angel spit in Virgil's face. He wiped it off with his sleeve. "I can tell you got spunk, kid. Too bad you had to fall in with these toys."

Angel struggled in vain to free herself. "Just let me go and I'll show just how much of a fucking toy I really am!"

Virgil sat back in his chair. "Well, this is your lucky day. We have a couple recruits who need initiating. Usually we let the local bums fight them in exchange for booze. But we've decided to use some real brawlers instead. Give you a chance to show the youngblood how much of a fighter you really are. Cleon! Lemmy! Beansie! Vermin! L.C.! Lock these fucks up!"

Cleon, Lemmy, Beansie, L.C. and a white man with curly brown hair took Angel, Blade and Viper outside. The three of them were too weak and injured to resist. They were brought to a warehouse where they were thrown inside. The moonlight, their only source of light, disappeared as the door was shut and locked behind them.

Cleon and Vermin walked back towards the hangout when they spotted a tall, lanky man with collar length blonde hair and a brown-haired man wearing a Stetson standing under a flickering streetlight. Cleon waved at them. "Yo, Swan! Cowboy!"

Swan and Cowboy looked up and waved and Cleon and Vermin approached them. "Hey guys, how's it hangin'?" Vermin said.

Swan and Cowboy shrugged. "Somethin' wrong, Swan?" Cleon asked.

"Come on, guys," Vermin said. "You can tell us."

Swan and Cowboy looked at each other. Cowboy nodded. Swan turned towards Cleon and Vermin. "We're cuttin' out tonight."

Cleon and Vermin were shocked. Swan and Cowboy were two of the first recruits the Destroyers had when Virgil and Cleon started the gang two years ago. The four of them had fought by each others' side in countless brawls. "What the shit, man?" Vermin exclaimed. "What do you mean you guys are cuttin' out?!?""

Cowboy waved his hands, making a hushing gesture. "Geez, man, think you could say that a little louder? I don't think they heard you over in Jersey."

"I don't get it," Cleon said. "What are you guys cuttin' out for?"

"We're sick of Virgil's bullshit." Swan said. The guy's nothing but a fucking drunk who's getting too paranoid for his own good."

"C'mon guys," Cleon said. "Virgil's not paranoid. Just a little cautious. That's all."

"Really?" Cowboy said. "You remember Paulo, don't cha?"

"Yeah," Vermin said. "He's the asshole who was planning to overthrow Virgil."

"No he wasn't," Cowboy said. "Me and Swan knew him forever. He was a standup guy. He was nothin' but loyal to Virgil. He'd never have done that."

"That booze is really getting to Virgil." Swan said. "It's just feeding his paranoia. First, it was Paulo. Who's gonna be next? You guys?"

"You're crazy Swan," Cleon said. "Me and Virgil are like brothers. We grew up together. We started this gang started this gang together. No way would Virgil even think we'd get rid of him."

"That's exactly what Paulo said," Cowboy said.

"We're cuttin' out tonight," Swan said. "You can come with us if you want."

They had a point. Cleon noticed something different about Virgil recently. He didn't seem to be the same person he met three years ago. Ever since he really started hitting the bottle, Virgil had undergone this transformation and not for the better. Still, Cleon felt a strong loyalty towards Virgil. After all, he was the one who took Cleon under his wing, back when he was just an aimless street orphan trying to survive. Virgil taught him to fight and stand up for himself. He came up with the idea of the two of them starting a gang. If it weren't for Virgil, he'd be just another street punk. Hell, he might not even be alive today.

"Look guys," Cleon said, "Maybe Virgil's been hitting the booze too much lately. But come on, accusing me of takin' over? You're crazy!"

Swan shrugged. "Alright. Suit yourself."

"So what are you guys gonna do now?" Vermin said.

"We'll figure something out." Cowboy said. "We always have."

Cleon and Vermin glanced at each other for a moment, then turned back towards Swan and Cowboy. "Alright, man," Cleon said. "I hope you guys know what you're doing."

"Same with you," Swan said.

They four of them shook hands and said their goodbyes. Cleon and Vermin went back to the Destroyers' hangout. Swan and Cowboy went towards the warehouse. They had something to do before they left the Destroyers behind them for good.