A/N: So, here's another chapter... I figured you wouldn't want me to ramble with a long author's note, so here we go!

*Danny*

We all watched as the last LAD gang member left, confused by the member's actions. If he was apart of that gang, wouldn't he not have cared about the child? I looked over at the young child, who was shaking but seemed to be alright. I sighed and looked at Clay, "What do you think?"

"They're starting to go back to their old ways, but that teen..." Clay stopped.

I nodded in understanding, "He doesn't belong to them. In fact, I think he's being forced into that gang."

"It would kind of explain the reason why he protected the child, but why hasn't he left the gang yet?" Clay asked.

I shrugged, "Let's not think too deep into this. If we meet them again, we'll worry more about it. Right now, I think we need to get out of here. The manager and cashier will be able to tell the police what happened."

"You're right." Clay stated and my gang gathered and we all left the scene, passing the police on the way. They simply nodded at us, since we were on good terms with them. "Maybe he'll be able to break away from them one day."

*Raimundo*

I don't know why I always went back, but I did. Everytime the Boss threatened me, I always returned. However, I was taught for years to quit the gang is to be put to death. Yet, to me, to go back to the gang was just as bad as dying. As soon as I walked through the door, I was surrounded by the ruthless members. None of them were my friends, only the enemies I couldn't escape from.

"So, you came back like you always have." Boss grinned, "In all honesty, I'm surprised you have survived this long. Most teens your age that came into this gang died within the first year."

I remained silent, looking at the ground, pretending to be ashamed of my actions. The gang members stayed where they were, waiting for the Boss' orders. I knew what was coming and I prepared myself by shutting out all of my emotions.

The Boss continued, "How long will it take for you to realize we're not an ordinary gang? We're the most feared gang in California, yet we have a weakling like you. If you're not strong, people will think we're weak." He stepped back behind the lines of the gang members, "And we cannot show weakness."

At the last word, the members pulled knives out of their pockets and attacked. One pinned my arms behind my back. Another grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my neck. One of the older gang members touch the knife blade to my neck. The steel against my skin was cold and I closed my eyes, trying to contain the terror inside me. I wanted to fight back, I've always dreamed of fighting back, but I knew I would be killed if I tried. A cut seemed to appear on my stomach magically and another after that. Even though each cut went deeper and became more painful than the last, I held back the tears. Eventually, I was released and I slumped to the floor on my knees, holding my stomach painfully. They began to kick my ribs, until one of them cracked loudly. I barely managed to supress the scream, but I knew if I screamed, the beating would be worse. A kick to the head made my mind go fuzzy and it took a few seconds to realize they had backed off. I was lying on the floor, blood seeping from my wounds, nose, and mouth, too weak and in pain to move.

"You're not going to bleed on the floor all night." I heard the Boss say. "You better get up and go somewhere else."

I knew if I didn't get up right then, things would get worse. I tried to get up, but I only fell back to the floor. A weak cough escaped my lungs and I tried again, still failing.

"I'll give you a reason to not get up." Boss said. A second later, it felt like his foot broke my leg. I cried out painfully, which only made the Boss grab me by the neck, lift my feet off the ground, and slam me on the floor. Precious oxygen and blood flew from my mouth, I couldn't breathe, I was choking on my own blood. Each cough sent a piercing pain through my chest, thanks to my broken ribs. The Boss told me to get up again. When I didn't, he slammed the bottom of his foot into my stomach. The pain was terrible, but I didn't make a sound this time. Instead, I crawled to one knee and managed to stand unsteadily. They shoved me toward the back door and I fell on the floor with each shove, but still managed to get up. I continued to get up because I didn't want to get hurt anymore. Finally, I made it through the back door and heard it shut behind me. Relieved they were going to leave me alone, I collapsed to the wooden porch. Pain seemed to be the only emotion I had, an emotion I wanted to get rid of, but I had no clue how. I coughed weakly, painfully, beads of blood flying from my mouth. It was the worst beating they had inflicted yet and I wasn't sure if I was going to survive. I knew my leg was at least sprained, my ribs broken, my lungs possibly punctured, and possibly had internal bleeding. I couldn't breathe right, each cough seemed to steal the oxygen from my lungs, making me weaker by the second. Eventually, as the night continued, my entire body grew numb and I closed my eyes.

*Pedro*

The morning after the kid's beating, the Boss ordered me to 'check' on him. I opened the door and saw the teen curled up on his side. I shoved the toe of my shoe into his back, "Get up." He didn't stir at all, so I practically kicked him this time. "Get up, now." Still, no response. I crouched down next to him and shook his shoulder, "Get up, kid, quit messing around." Still, no response. That was when I noticed I didn't see him breathing. I walked back into the house to the Boss, "Sir, I think he's dead." Boss followed me out to the back porch along with a few other members.

Boss kicked the teen in the back, and saw there was no response. Finally, he checked his pulse, "He's still alive. Probably won't be for long, though. Take him to the river and put him on the bank. People rarely walk by there, so he'll eventually die."

I picked the teen up and carried him to the only vehicle we had, then threw him into the trunk after putting down multiple blankets so blood wouldn't get on the interior. I shut the trunk hatch and drove away toward the river. After a few minutes in traffic, I reached the river and, after making sure nobody was watching, I abandoned the nearly dead teen there, then drove away, not thinking twice about the teen.

*Kimiko*

The day was new and beautiful, the sun glistening off the river, making the world seem brighter. It was my favorite spot, this river, and I walked along the riverbank nearly every day. However, there was some trash around the water's edge, which saddened and angered me. The river was so peaceful, so how come people didn't take time to recyle their trash instead of throwing it in the river. I glared at a large, white piece of trash while thinking this. As I came closer to the piece of trash, I noticed it move. There was no wind, no way for it to have moved. Cautiously, I walked toward it and grabbed the edge of what appeared to be a blanket. I pulled it back and nearly threw up. Underneath the blanket was a beat up boy. He had blood all over him, his face as white as the clean spots on the sheet. Quickly, I called 911 and hoped they arrived soon enough. Even though I was terrified, I managed to put my hand over the boy's, trying to talk to him. He stirred once and looked at me, his eyes full of pain. "You're going to be okay. An ambulance is on it's way. What is your name? Who did this to you?"

On my hand, he managed to write LAD before passing out again.

A/N: So, do you think Rai's going to live or die? What's going to happen next?