Hello there guys, Crimson the great is here!

Erin: Yeah, finally, my time to shine!

Amy:...Why does she sound like me?

Me: Oh. You guys are pretty similar-

Erin: But, unlike you Amy; I've got a back story.

Amy:...I hate her.

Erin: *Smiles* Aww, you've just barely met!

Amy: And I already hate you! And, news flash, but I don't hate easily! Like, I'm friend with everyone!

Samus: Well, I hate you.

Amy: What the- Why are you here!?

Me: Yeah...Samus, you're not asuppose to be here.

Samus:...Fine then...asshole-(Poofs away)

Erin:...So-

Amy: I still don't like you.

Me:...So it's true...This is why twins can't stand each other...

Amy + Erin: WHY!?

Me: People similar to each other can't stand each other.

Erin:...Huh...

Amy: Figures.

Me:...Anyway...

I hope you guys enjoy the second chapter; as always, I try to find the easter eggs and the backstory hints and such; but, it's up to you to put together all of the pieces.

Oh, just before we begin, I bet you're asking yourself "Another chapter already!? Why, Crim?"

Well, I've got a good answer.

SailorMew4 asked for it.

Thank her.

Like, right now.

This chapter, unlike the last chapter, is a Christmas gift for the very special SailorMew4. She's like a sister to me during school, heck, I made her watch season one and two so that she could read this. And thus, she'll get the best from me.

Because I'm aweseome!

But, enough of that; let's move on!

In a darker, more isolated part of town, many grey colored buildings stood, all of which in different states of deterioration. The hazy air seemed to come from all the smoke billowing out of the chimneys (at least, that's what Erin supposed those holes in the roofs were).

"What music to my ears," Erin muttered sarcastically to herself, watching as the sun began to set, "Come on, Kiko…Don't make me fucking wait for you. You know I hate your part of town…"

She squatted at the edge of the building for a while longer, before she heard someone jump down behind her. Erin did her best to pull together a "friendly grin", turning to face the person behind her, "Kiko, good to see ya! I was beginning to think that you'd leave me waiting."

The man towered over her, at leach two feet difference between the two. The most notable features of him being his bald head and shaggy black beard. He wore a dark golden trench coat over his black shirt and jeans, his feet bare. He wore a white piece of fabric over his mouth and nose, the only thing you could see being his eyes, one of them being a dark green, while the other was a light brown, "Dusty." He said in his dark low tone, "you should know better than to call my by my name by now."

Erin shrugged, shoving her hands into her pockets with an air of nonchalance. She knew his real name was Kiko, and thus, that's what she was gonna call him, "Well, if you're gonna be like that...How's your day been?"

"Don't try to beat your way around the bush with me, girl."

Erin's smile dropped, morphing into an expression of repressed irritation, "Fine, if you wanna get right to it, then lets. Why the hell were your boys doing in my side of town?"

"I do not remember the two of us making a deal over the district borders."

Erin growled, uncaring of the fact that this man was so much bigger and stronger than her, as she took a step forward, stepping into his personal space, "Look here, Ass wipe! At the last meeting, we all agreed to stay in our own districts! Don't you remember what happened last time district borders were ignored!?"

"You mean the gang war that you weren't around for?" Kiko scoffed, leaning on chimney, "face it, Dust, Erin, whatever nickname you wish to go by. You're not as badass as you think you are. You can say whatever you want to say, but it doesn't change the fact that you're ego is too big for your body."

"Don't walk around like you're something special." Erin growled, eyes burning, "Listen, Kiko, I respect you, just like the other three, I really do. But you don't seem to know that I want the same!"

Kiko seemed to scowl harder under his white mask, "If you want respect, I'd suggest acting worthy of it first. Running around like a child won't get you respect."

Erin growled, before reaching up to grab the collar of his jacket, bringing him down to glare him in the eye. She could feel a fire roaring from within her, fighting to escape, "Listen here, Ki. I don't like resorting to violence, especially against the innocent, but if I find your boys in my part of London again, I will leave your district as a heap of ash and rubble." Erin spat, grip tightening, "We understanding each other yet?"

Kiko scoffed, brushing Erin's grip off of his jacket, as if she were an irritating pest, "...I refuse to see any sort of deal be made with other all four of us gang lords are present," He sneered, "But, I will speak with my boys about this matter."

Erin forced her rage down, giving him a curt nod as she backed up, "That's all I want at the moment."

Kiko nodded, "Good, I would have hated for this to become a messy affair." With that, he took a step off of the building. Erin waited, hoping to hear the spat of flesh against the pavement, only to watch as he landed on his feet, impact causing a small crater to form. He walked down the road, all of the peasants around him swarmed to get away, his tall figure radiating with intensity and fear.

Oh, how Erin wished she could do that.

She growled lightly, before shoving her hands into her pockets, heading back to her part of London.

"Damn fucker."

She knew that she was close when the darker buildings began to gain a bit of color in the evening sun.

It was rather easy to tell which part of town was which. For example, Gold's hand was held over the richer part of London, working with a man by the name Aleistor Chamber. From what she understood, he had quickly working his way to the top, originally leaving the rest of London to Gage, Fero and Kiko. Originally, it had been four parts of town, with the best going to Gold while Kiko got the slums. But, much to everyone else's irritation, Erin's arrival had forced the system to undergo a few drastic changes.

She couldn't help but feel happy as she crossed Kiko's borders. Not like it was much of a difference, honestly. It was better then Fero's for sure, and much better then Kiko's, but Erin's part of town felt like it was the true balance between homely and "fine living". If there were a middle class of the middle class, it would be Erin's part of town.

These buildings were homes rather than shops, many of them being tall apartments that Erin loved so much. The streets were lively in the morning, but nearly dead quiet at night. Inside of homes, family's gathered together, huddled up next to a nice warm fire.

Erin tugged at the sleeves of her jacket a bit, not that the cold really bothered her, but she really didn't want to get frostbite and not notice till her hand fell off. She pulled her scarf up a bit, eyes narrowing, before she sprinted. This is when she felt free, running along rooftops, jumping from one to another, leaping over chimneys with ease. She couldn't help but let out a loud, "HEEEEEEEEEEEEELL YEAH!"

Yes, the true pinnacle of maturity, for sure.

Finally, she arrived at an older part of town, where the alleyway shadows hid a door in the wall. She opened it up, making sure to close it behind her, before heading down the old stairs, each step creaking under her weight. At the bottom, a large, metal door sat. Erin knocked on the door, picking at her fingernails as she waited for it to open. The door cracked open just a bit, only enough for a shadow of a dark silhouette to come into view, "Password?"

"Are you telling me that my face needs a password?" Erin said in playful anger, before smiling, "But seriously, let me in. It's been a lot, shit night."

The boy nodded, opening it all the way, "Welcome back, Dusty." The boy said, his green eyes the only bright thing about his dirty shirt and ripped shorts.

Erin smirked, rustling the boy's messy red hair, "Same to you, Thomas." She murmured, before looking around.

Unlike the rather ugly exterior, the underground part of the building was bustling. Many others, most of them young boys, used old barrels and boxes as chairs, playing games or simply sharing stories with one another over small dirty tables. The walls and floor shared the same dirty color, with stains of red and whatnot smeared over it.

On the left wall of the building, a boy stood behind a wide wooden counter, cleaning what looked to be a dirty glass cup. On the right, boys had darts, pool tables and a bunch of other things set up. Along the back wall, three sets of stairs led up to the sleeping areas, one on the left, another on the right, and the last one up the middle.

Erin strode into the middle of the place, the air growing silent the farther she got. Finally, she stood in the center, a giant grin on her face, "I'm baaaaaack!"

After an almost uncomfortable silence, the cheers and whooping from before came back, louder and stronger than it had been before, "DUSTY'S BACK!"

A loud cheer went through the place, causing Erin to laugh, before raising her hands, the crowd going silent, "Zig told me about our 'earnings'," Erin grinned, snickering traveling throughout the crowd, "And I'll be the first to say it, We're breaking bank, boys!"

Another loud cheer went on, before she continued, "Someone wake up the night team, and with that said, happy thieving for us all!"

Once again, another loud cheer went around, before a part of the huge group ran up the left stairway, most likely in order to drag the night crew out of bed.

Smirking, Erin walked over to the "Bartender", waving and giving smiles as she walked along. She didn't notice it at first, but once she sat down, she eyed the new kid seated a few chairs away (She definitely didn't mistake him for someone's bag or something at first). He gave her a scared look, looking like he was attempting to fold himself into himself as she moved to sit next to him, "Oye, Oliver, who's the kid?"

The boy behind the bar, Oliver, gave them both a look with his cold blue eyes, blond hair messy just like everyone else, " 'e said 'is name was William. 'ank found the poor boy on the side of the road. Apparently, 'e's a 'big fan', or something along those lines. Wanted to meet you."

"So, Hank brought this kid in, got it." Erin murmured, before looking over William. He had shy light brown eyes, crazy blond hair, and dirty street clothes. She honestly thought that nothing could look dirtier than the walls, but his face made it clear that it could, in fact, look worse. She gave him a grin, attempting to look friendly, as the kid shrunk away, "How old are ya, Willy?"

"I'm…Uh…14." He said quietly, voice barely a whisper.

Erin laughed, causing the poor guy to jump back, before she slapped his back jokingly, "No need to be all jumpy, I don't bite, honest! You'll be just fine here, Willy! Can I call ya Willy?"

William nodded, "S-sure…"

"Fuck yeh!" Erin said, "And besides, half the boys here are thirteen or younger. I mean, Ol' Oliver over here is one of the only elder boys. Sixteen now, right, Ollie?" Erin asked, gaining a nod from the guy behind the counter, "See? Just smile, it'll be so much better!"

William nodded again, an awkward half smile on his face, "How is this?"

"That's it. And now, to make it official..." Erin grinned, before standing up, grabbing to two cups of root beer that Oliver had put out for the two of them, "Hey, boys, listen up!"

Once again, all eyes were on her, the energy buzzing in the air giving her a rush, "We've got ourselves a newcomer thanks to Hank's guys, boys! Let's give him a Phoenix gang welcome!"

William yelped, being suddenly mobbed by the ocean of others, each of them either moving to grab and raise him, or take a cup of root beet that Oliver had put out on the counter.

It was truly a glorious thing to watch.

Erin laughed, joining the cheering, before handing him a William glass, "Welcome Willy, our new member!" She cheered out loud, nearly laughing as William tried his best not to spill on the boys keeping him in the air.

"MEMBER!"

"Our new brother!"

"BROTHER!"

All eyes went to William, who gingerly took a sip, before a roar of approval shot through the room. "Alright, John, I'm hooking him onto your group; show him the rights, tell him the wrongs, all that jazz. Oh yeah, and get him something else to wear. I want him to feel right in!" Erin yelled, laughing, before walking over to the middle staircase, "Till tomorrow, boys!"

A number of goodbyes were shouted after her, their echoing chants of approval sending a pleasant energy through her veins as she walked up the stairs. She opened the door at the top, making sure it was closed, before taking a deep breath in order to calm herself down.

Finally, she let out a big sigh, "Alright, Zig, give me the numbers."

Inside the room, a large wooden table stood, with two chairs next to it. In one, Zig sat, eyes red as she looked away from the mountain of papers in front of her. In the back of the room sat three beds, one had Japanese words on the covers, one had plain dark red covers, and the last had a tiger print on it. The floor was covered in a black fuzzy carpet, with two dressers under a large window. The door to the bathroom had been left ajar.

"Well, the boys are going through that root beer pretty quickly," Zig murmured, reading glasses pushed onto the bridge of her nose, "And with the new boy, we'll either have to increase our cash intake, or cut off some unnecessary spending."

Erin nodded, "But, how much did we get today?"

Zig wrote down a few more notes, before replying, "Just today, the gang was able to amass a total of about…1.1 million dollars. Give or take a thousand or so."

Erin smiled, jumping up, "Hell yeah!"

Zig gave her a look, "Erin, are you really that blind? That's not even close to what we need to cover us. Of course, it would be a different story if you didn't accept EVERYONE that came to us."

Erin scowled, "Tell me, Zig; did I turn you down?"

"That's not the point." Zig snapped, tone slowly growing more irritated, "We need to pay for food, root beer, water, clothing, weapons, and who knows what else for hundreds of boys! I don't think that even two million could do that, added onto other things we need replaced thanks to Fang."

"Hey!" Erin yelled, pointing at the tiger-print bed, "Fang is family!"

"You say that about every boy here!" Zig yelled right back, shooting up out of her chair, "I don't know how you know all of there names, I don't know why you bother to remember all their stories and faces, but at the moment, I don't care! I really do not care in the slightest! We can't support all of them!"

Zig took a moment to breath, closing her eyes as she forced herself to calm down. When she opened them once more, they were as cold as possible, a void of emotion, "You have to kick some on them out."

"Hell no!" Erin shouted back, "I can't do that! They come to me because there's no where else to go!"

Zig groaned, plopping herself back down onto her chair, "I'm not sure what else to suggest, Erin…I mean, we've got the largest gang, easily out numbering Gage and Gold by a landslide! And yet, we're still the weakest! You wanna know why?"

"I'm going to guess you have the answer to that, too?" Erin muttered, "I mean, you seem to have the answer to everything."

"It's cause you don't act like a gang leader!" Zig went on, ignoring Erin's comment, "You're not supposed to be some 'cool older sister' or some 'misplaced mother hen'! Without the proper discipline, we're an army of nothing!"

Erin groaned, "Last I checked, Zig, you're job isn't telling me how to run this place. I figure out a way to get the money, and you just keep track of the numbers, or has that changed while I was out?"

"Yeah, cause that's all I'm here for. Running numbers." Zig murmured, "Heaven forbid that I try to give advice on how to run this place."

"Has it ever hit you that, just maybe, I don't take all of your advice cause it isn't really the best for morale?" Erin shot back, "You're not exactly the most welcoming, Zig."

Zig looked like she was ready to shoot something back, only to stop, groaning as she pinched the bridge of her nose, "You know what; just stop. It's too late for this."

"Agreed." Erin murmured, walking over to the window. She ripped it open with a bit too much force, taking one step out.

"And just where do you think you're going?" Zig asked, anger and slight malice in her voice.

"I'm annoyed, you're annoyed, and if I go to sleep, I'll wake up annoyed. I'm gonna go for a walk." Erin murmured, "I'll be back in around an hour. If I'm not back, or if I haven't sent a message, then you have my permission to panic."

Zig groaned, "If I have a heart attack, it's on you."

Erin smiled, "Love ya too, bro." She said, before stepping out, "Oh yeah, don't forget to give Fang his food when he comes back. If he's cranky, give him some space."

"I'll take care of him," Zig murmured, waving her hand as she looked back over her papers, "Just get back soon."

Erin nodded, shooting her one last smile, before stepping out onto the terrace, closing the window behind her.

The night streets of London caused the bitter cold to rise, nipping at Erin's skin. Not that she minded much, but at times, it was a bit annoying.

She jumped up from the terrace, grabbing hold of a window sill, before pulling herself up. Seconds later, she stood on the roof, overlooking all of her part of London. Such a beautiful view, the way the shining lights looked like stars below her, making her feel like a God.

But then, a rather cold and violent wind ripped through the air, "A pleasure to see you again, miss." A familiar voice greeted.

She forced an eye twitch down, pulling a smile over her face before turning to greet the man, "Well then, hello…Sebs."

Sebastian bowed, before giving her a small snake-like smile, "How have you been?"

"Good, good," Erin murmured, fighting to keep herself in check. Last thing she needed was for her crazy-impulsive side to take control, "But, you're not here just for a nice talk, are you?"

"Right down to business." Sebastian said, before going on, "After seeing your skill in a fight, my master would like to offer you a job-"

"Yeah, no." Erin cut in, having heard enough, "Sorry, butler boy, I don't feel like being a slave right now."

Sebastian sighed, pulling out his shiny pocket watch, "I really don't have time for this, miss. My master has already ordered me to bring you in to at least meet him."

"You're problem, not mine." Errin shrugged, before turning around, shoving her hands into her pockets as she walked off, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a lot to think about, a lot to do-."

Before she could finish, a forceful hand was placed onto her shoulder, whipping her around to force her face to face with the butler "I'm sorry, miss, but I'm not asking you to come with me."

"Why are you still here then?" Erin grinned, attempting to pull herself out of his grip. He was surprisingly strong for his build, hands firmly clamped down on her shoulder, "You mind letting go? The longer you keep your hand there, the more I want to break your wrist right off."

"Such an unladylike child," Sebastian muttered, before throwing her over his shoulder.

Erin's eyes went wide with surprise, as the whole world was thrown upside down, "The fuck, man!?" She yelled.

"I was ordered to bring you to my young master." Sebastian said, as if that was all the logic she'd need.

Erin growled, wiggling about, "Well, you can go and tell your master that he can suck a di-."

"Now then, young miss! Words like that should not leave a mouth like yours." Sebastian chided, turning around and walking off in the opposite direction.

Erin groaned, finding every attempt to get away fruitless, before slumping over. She whistled out a series of notes, the sound flowing through the wind.

"As nice as that sounded, I do hope you realize that there's no way out of this, young miss." Sebastian pointed out when she finally stopped, "I do not plan to be halted by an army of birds."

"Shut it, butler boy." Erin huffed, arms dangling over his back in defeat, "Just hurry up and take me to your leader."

Back at the base, Zig stretched, opting to leave her chair for the terrace. Sure they got on each other's nerves often, but this seemed to be the biggest verbal argument the two had had in a long while. She felt bad, and wanted to apologize before going to bed.

Besides, a heavy conscience was not something Zig needed at the moment. She had enough on her mind as is.

But, as soon as she opened the window, a whistle pierced through the air, leaving Zig with seconds to decipher it before it left.

Once it was done, she said it out loud, confused, " 'Taken by butler boy to meet richy. Don't panic'?" She murmured, before sighing, heading back in, "Well, at least no I'll have more quiet time to work." She yawned, ready to go to bed, only to hear loud cheers.

"FANG IS BACK!" She heard Thomas yell from downstairs, the noise followed by cheers and greetings.

All the while, Zig groaned, looking longingly at her bed, "And now, I've got the big baby to take care of." She grumbled, rubbing her eyes as she walked towards the door, "Wonderful."

Love it?

Hate it?

Erin: Why do you give them the option of hating the story?

Amy: Options lead to more opinion.

Erin: But we want people to enjoy the story and my awesomeness.

Amy: Well, some people didn't like my story.

Erin: That's because you're not as awesome as me. Simple as that.

Amy: Treat me with respect, bitch. I'm your elder.

Erin: You're just calling yourself old.

Amy: Well, you're stupid.

Erin: You're an idiot.

Amy: Have you made fun of over thirty smash bro characters that could beat your ass?

Erin: Have you made a demon angry at you for fun?

Amy: No; but I am a demon.

Me: Part demon.

Amy: Still demon.

Erin:...I'm a badass.

Amy: I'm more badass.

Me: I'm bored; and thus, I'm ending the feud and chapter here.

And thus, thank you guys for listening, but, this is where we end. I hope you guys enjoyed, please leave a review, and I'll see you guys next episode!

So, till then, bye bye guys!