It was eight PM. Hotstreak waited at the docks with a few crew members. They were waited for the other gangs and the rest of their gang to arrive.
"Yo, red. Come over here I got something to give ya." Hotstreak walked over to his gang mate that called him. "Take this."
He placed it in his hands and smiled at Hotstreak. "Dude... What the hell man? This is-"
"-A pistol. Make them bleed."
Hotstreak casually placed the gun on a crate. What the hell... What did I just get myself into?
Suddenly there was gunfire and one of Hotstreak's gang mates was on the ground bleeding from his chest. He ran behind a crate and took cover.
An enemy gang member stood in front of Hotstreak and aimed his gun at Hotstreak's head. "Say good night, bitch."
Thinking fast, Hotstreak grabbed the pistol quickly and aimed it away and snatched it from the gangsters hand. He tossed the gun away and punched the thug in the face.
Screw this, I gotta get out of here.
He ran taking cover behind a few crates to avoid getting caught in cross fire or being seen. The sound of helicopters started to approach quickly and were fairly loud. He hid behind another crate and attempted to make another break for it when a police helicopter search light shown in his path.
"Put down your weapons and surrender." An officer said over the helicopter loud speaker. Someone started shooting the helicopter thus resulting in the police chopper to return fire.
Hotstreak got up and ran. Everyone else started to scatter at the same time shooting and hitting eachother in the confusion. Stray bullets struck a few canisters that had the biohazard symbol on them. They exploded creating a huge cloud of purple smoke. The fumes smelled bad and were suffocating.
Hotstreak held his throat as he started coughing and still made his way to try and escape. He jumped the fence and ran home between the alley's in case any cops were following.
He returned home coughing and collapsed on his bedroom floor. Hotstreak moaned and screamed in pain. His body was heating up. He gasped and exhaled fire through his mouth and nose like a dragon. Then his body started to cool down to its normal state again.
The sensation he experience left him unconcious. "..He-Help me...."
He woke up the following morning perfectly fine. A minor headache but he was fine. He got up off the floor and limped over to his mirror. "What the hell was in those canisters? I couldda swore I breathed fire last night... Must've been some strong ass drugs I guess... Ow my head..."
Unintentionally he made fire on his finger tips. He felt a warm pleseant sensation on his fingers. He looked at his hand and flinched. "What the hell?!"
Focusing his energy, he made the flames on his finger tips bigger. "Wow... Those drugs really fucked me up... In a good way I guess."