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Also, I haven't written in quite awhile. Hopefully i'll get back into the full swing of things. Until then, I'm sorry if this chapter isn't up to my usual standards.
This contains SLASH, in other words same sex couples. If this doesn't appeal to you, you shouldn't be here. It also contains drug use, violence, sexual situations, and may contain a(n OC) death. This story is marked for mature readers only, please treat it as such.

Pairings: Will be switching around quite a bit. If you have any preferences please let me know. They probably won't end up together unless I already planned for it to happen, but I can put in a couple flings for you if you ask nice enough

Getting Back Together Again

The Past II: Slingshot or How Sean Became Spot

Sean: Age 13
Stealth: Age 15

Sean crunched into a sandwich he had stolen from a gas station attendant that was too much of a pussy to stop him. He threw the second sandwich at Stealth.

They were on a roof overlooking an area of Brooklyn Sean technically wasn't allowed in anymore. Turns out that several months ago the low rung pissant he had stolen an ounce of coke from was actually the gang leader's nephew. Whoops.

Now said pissant had a hand that would probably never be able to write again and Sean's curiosities about why an idiot would be carrying around that much cocaine were explained.

He had felt a bit bad about it, honestly, or at least he had when it first happened. He didn't really feel bad about anything anymore. He supposed killing people would do that to you.

He looked over to Stealth. He was looking over the railing, but was low enough so he wouldn't be seen from the ground. Stealth was an excellent look out, but a horrible scouter. He had gotten a lot quieter since Sean had burned his parents alive. Now, all Stealth did was shake his head and point. Not very conducive when you were trying to figure out the schedules of your enemies.

It left Sean with some very quiet days, but he supposed that was okay. He didn't have much to talk about anyway. And he could understand why it would be hard to talk to a person who had murdered your parents, even if he had laid everything out for him to.

Unfortunately he could have really used Stealth's voice. While Stealth was magnificent at watching and waiting, Sean wasn't, and that's exactly what he was supposed to be doing.

He crawled over to the edge when he was finished with his sandwich, matching Stealth's stance. There were four people down below, but none of them seemed to hold a significance over the others. They all seemed relatively young. "Any of them him?" Sean asked quietly, glancing at Stealth.

Stealth just shook his head.

Sean sighed. Three days of slinking around on rooftops and they were no closer to knowing who the leader was and where to find him than when they first started. "We sure those guys are his though?"

Stealth nodded, not taking his eyes off them.

"Okay," Sean replied, standing up. "I'm tired of this. I'll find out who he is." He lept from the rooftop onto the fire escape, then jumped over the railing so he could slide down it, falling just a few feet away from the group of four. He glanced up at the rooftop, but couldn't see any sign of Stealth. Well, Sean did give him his name for a reason.

"Hiya," Sean greeted the wide eyed quartet with a smirk. "I'm looking for your piece of shit boss. Know where I can find him?"

Three of the four immediately took defensive stances as the fourth stepped out of the circle. All eyes were narrowed in on Sean.

"Our boss doesn't meet with just anyone," the one who stepped up answered. "What's your business with him?"

Sean smirked as he took a step forward so he was squared up with the person who had answered him. "I can show you," he offered, before rearing back and clocking the boy right in the jaw.

The boy went down as two of the others surged forward.

Sean threw out a kick that landed across one boy's ribs. The second boy took the opportunity to punch Sean in the eye, but instead of going down Sean took possession of his arm. He swung the boy around and jerked backwards on the elbow, hearing a crack as the boy screamed in pain. The boy he kicked in the ribs was getting up at this point, so he took two quick steps towards him and smashed his foot down on his skull.

The only boy left was pressed against the wall of the closest building, looking at him with wide eyes. He looked at the other boys, two unmoving and the other writhing in pain. "I-I don't want to fight you. I-I can help you. Please."

Sean tilted his chin up and glanced down at the boy. "Take me to your boss," he demanded with crossed arms.

The boy shook his head. "I-I … I can't," he sniffled. "Not that I don't want to!" he yelped, his arms in front of his face as soon as Sean took a step towards him. "I'm just low rung. I've never met the boss. And there's no way he'd see me."

Sean bit back a growl. No wonder the fight had been so easy, if all these pieces of shit didn't mean anything. "What the fuck good are you then?"

The boy's eyes widened even more. "I-I can't help you find him. I've heard of places he hangs out. I know who he meets with, and the higher ups you can take out to get to him. I hear things, you know. I can help."

Sean's eyes narrowed. He wasn't one to trust people, let alone someone who would so easily roll over on their gang.

"I-I never wanted to be here in the first place," the boy rambled, as if he knew Sean's thoughts. "My parents kicked me out, and I didn't have any place to go. This was my only option. Please. I don't like it here. I promise I don't. I just don't know what else to do."

"Stealth," Sean said, never raising his voice. "What do you think?"

Stealth was jumping from the railing of the fire escape and was by his side within seconds. He looked between them both before shrugging and nodding his head to Sean.

"Fine," Sean answered back before looking at the second member of his new gang. "C'mon, Abortion Boy, not like you can go back to this gang after your friends heard you turn over on your boss."

Sean climbed back up the fire escape, Stealth following quickly behind as the other boy stood still. "Keep up, Abortion, or we'll leave your ass behind. And you old boss'll have you dead by morning."

The other boy nodded as he stumbled after them, clearly not used to climbing on top of roofs. "Abortion? C-can I …? I mean, my name's Trevor. You can call me Trevor," he huffed, having a difficult time climbing the rails of the fire escape.

Stealth offered him a hand, still not saying anything.

"Shut the fuck up, Abortion," Sean said, easily leaping to the next roof. "You'll go by whatever the fuck I decide to call you." He looked over his shoulder towards Stealth. "Thanks for the help over there, by the way," he said sarcastically.

Stealth just shrugged back, not looking perturbed in the slightest. "Didn't seem like you needed it, King."

Sean snarled as he stood pacing outside of the building they had been staying at.

The building had sustained an enormous amount of fire damage, and Abortion had complained that it was probably going to come crashing down on them. It was condemned, he had pointed out multiple times since they had found it. Sean rolled his eyes; that kid really fucking annoyed him. Still, he did kind of need the stupid brat, even if it had been three days and no progress was being made.

Sean growled, and shook out a cigarette from his pack, trying to force himself to get calm before he shoved Abortion's head through a fucking wall.

Unfortunately, fucking Abortion didn't know what was good for him.

"Heya, King," he greeted, sticking his head out the window and the only entrance into their building. "I thought I heard you out here. I made dinner. Stealth's still looking at a wall. Are you sure he's okay? He hasn't moved since we found this. I don't think he's eaten either."

Sean flicked his cigarette at him, scaring him back inside. Sean leapt in after him, taking two quick steps over to him and smacking him on the back of the head. Looking at him with his pussy ass wide eyes and fucking opened mouth made him want to do more, but he resisted, clenching his fists and gnashing his teeth instead.

"If I'm outside it means I'm trying to stop myself from ripping out your large intestine and strangling you with it," he bit out. "Don't fucking interrupt me. Don't fucking worry about Stealth. And the next time you give me a wrong fucking location for your boss I'm going to rip out every single one of your nails and shove them into your eyes."

Sean turned onto Stealth, taking quick steps towards him and pulling him up by the short collar. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? You in mourning or some shit? Because I don't have time for that shit."

Sean released the shirt collar as Stealth stood and looked at him with a blank face. Then he sighed. "What would you like me to do, King?"

"I need this fucking guy, Stealth," Sean replied, now pacing around the small room. "You'd think after beating up his underlings he'd be coming after me, but he's fucking not. I need to find him. Or at least find the right people to crush so he'll come out of hiding."

"You want his position?" Stealth asked calmly.

Sean nodded without hesitation. "I want to destroy his position. One take down and half of Brooklyn is open territory. After that moving in on the others won't be hard at all."

"You don't know much about patience, do you?" Stealth asked, arms pulled behind his back as he watched Sean moving quickly about the room.

Sean stopped and immediately swung around to meet Stealth's eyes. "I'm doing everything exactly as you wanted!" he snapped. "What the fuck else do you want from me?"

Stealth shook his head, still not moving. "It's never been about me, King."

Sean wanted to shake him. "What the fuck are you on about? You're the reason we're doing this! You're the one that made me-" He growled as he cut himself off mid sentence. "I'm getting fucking sick of this waiting around shit," he decided to say instead.

"He should be at the Southern Cafe tomorrow around ten tomorrow morning," Stealth finally said.

"You've been scouting on your own?" Sean asked, trying his best to seem disapproving despite the fact that it was exactly what he had wanted.

Stealth shook his head and pointed towards the boarded up front door. "He left a note. He's expecting you."

"Oh." Sean blinked, all his anger draining out of him. He should've seen that note; he was outside long enough. He had been too pissed to notice anything; that was something he would have to work on. "Well," he shrugged, "That works just fine for me."

Abortion stepped beside him, shaking his head. "Boss doesn't work like that, King. He's not going to just be waiting for you in a coffee shop. He's planning on ambushing you. He'll put snipers outside, and force you to do whatever he wants or shoot you dead. He's done it before."

Sean crossed his arms and lifted up his chin. "I can take care of myself. So far all of his guys have been jokes. I've got nothing to worry about."

"You're going to get yourself killed," Abortion yelled, his arms flailing. "And you're just going to let it happen?" he shouted to Stealth who had not moved. "He'll listen to you if you tell him not to go. And I know you think it's a bad idea."

Stealth just shrugged.

"Shut the fuck up, Abortion Boy. I'll be fine," Sean demanded, strolling over to the room that had once been a kitchen. "What's for fucking dinner anyway?"

So it turned out the guys in the inner circle were a little bit tougher than Sean had anticipated. He could admit that as he kneeled on the ground, his left eye completely blind from where the pistol that was now nuzzled against the back of his head had hit hit him. He glanced around at the ten henchmen all surrounding him, mentally adding that there were two behind him. He probably wasn't getting out of this one.

He always seemed to get a clearer head right before death. He'd been dodging it for a long time, and found he could accept it even faster than he had when Julius was killing him. Maybe it was because he didn't know the person who was ready to pull the trigger at a moment's notice, or maybe these things got easier the more you did them.

He looked at the "boss", a middle aged man, with a big belly and an even bigger head. As accepting as Sean was with his death, it put a bad taste in his mouth to think that it would be this man to put him down.

"Kids are always so hot headed," the man lectured as he laughed. "And with hotheadedness comes stupidity. You really think I'd want to sit around and talk to a menace like you? After you ruined my nephew's future? After you tried to decimate my runners? My ground crew?"

He knelt down next to Sean and grabbed his face, pressing in his cheeks and forcing him out of his glare. "I'm going to make you suffer, boy. Then I'm going to teach you some obedience." He smirked as he released Sean's face and stood back up. "Tie up his hands," he demanded of the person who was behind Sean. "Don't hesitate to break a finger if he resists, but don't kill him."

Sean smirked as his hands were pulled behind his back. "You don't deal with many menaces, do you? We don't scare easily," he said, leaping up and spinning around as soon as the gun was no longer against his head. He thrust his palm against the guy's nose and sent him down before jumping at the next guy closest to him.

"Shoot him!" the boss demanded, backing up as his guys surged forwards. "Shoot him, but don't kill him! He'll pay for what he did! I'll make sure of it. Get him, you imbeciles!"

Sean whipped the gun out of one lackey's hands and smacked him across the face with it before swinging at someone else's neck. He heard gunshots and then felt his right leg flame up with heat, but he kept going. He ducked a fist before swinging the barrel of the gun up and into the person's chin.

He had never shot a gun, and though it was something he would probably have to rectify, he was still finding it a very effective weapon when it came to bringing down his enemies. His right leg made moving painful, but he didn't let it slow him down much. He was running on pure adrenaline. "I may be hot headed, but you're an idiot for not killing me when you had the chance," he growled.

There were only three left to dispose of before he would be alone with the boss; everyone else was strewn across the floor, either moaning in pain or unconscious. Some dead if Sean let himself be optimistic.

He quickly dislodged the gun one was holding and smashed him across the face with the hilt of his. Then he went down as one of the other two took the the opportunity to kick his leg right where the bullet had shot through.

Sean grunted, dropping his gun and clutching at his leg, trying not to scream as he immediately tried to stand. His leg gave out as the other guy pressed his foot onto his back.

The gang's boss immediately grinned and moved forward, kicking Sean hard in the ribs as soon as he was close enough. "Grab him, both of you," he demanded of the only two left of his people. "Force him up. I want him standing has he recognizes his insolence."

Sean just glared as he was forced to his feet, making himself put as much weight as he could on his bad leg in an act of defiance. He looked at the guy on his right out of the corner of his eye, sizing him up. He couldn't hope to see the man on his left, his sight completely gone from that eye.

"Exactly what is it you were trying to do?" the boss asked as he paced in front of Sean. "You were going to come here, take down all my personal all by yourself, and then what? Kill me and take over? Assume that my people would instantly become loyal to you after you broke a few legs?" He snorted. "You are short sighted as well as a failure. Loyalty isn't bred over night, and my men do not sway easily."

"Do they not?" Sean asked, following the man's movements. "That's odd. How could I have known where to find your men if at least one hadn't turned on you?"

"Kick his leg," the boss snapped to the man on Sean's right.

"Fuck!" Sean grunted out in pain as he immediately went down, his leg giving out from under him, his arms still held up enough so that he didn't take a tumble onto the floor. He stood up quickly, but winced as soon as he tried to put his right leg down.

The boss just smirked at him. "You'll learn to watch what you say in time. I know what it takes to tame a wild beast. You'll learn some manners, and some respect."

"Fuck your manners," Sean replied as the man to his right suddenly went down. He spent no time thinking about his blind luck, instantly putting all his weight on his left foot and swinging to punch the mysterious man on his right in the jaw.

As it happened, mysterious guy was a lot taller than Sean had anticipated, and he ended up making a mad swing at his neck instead. He slid to the floor as he tried to dodge a punch by leaning onto his right leg.

The man didn't waste anytime kicking him in the rib cage before Sean hooked his arm around the back of his knee, pulling the guy on top of him. He took the opportunity to slam an elbow onto his back before punching him hard in the back of the head.

Sean rolled him off him as soon as he didn't feel any movement. He spotted the boss running towards the door, and tried his best to stand up fast, just to fall right back to the floor. "Fuck. Damn it," he muttered to himself. Finally clutching right above the bullet wound, surprised he hadn't noticed all his blood until now.

"You aren't leaving the party already, are you, Boss?" Abortion asked, a slingshot in his hand pointed directly at the old man's head.

The man stopped dead in his tracks and backed up two paces. "You … You're one of mine?" he asked, confusion written all over his face as he eyed the weapon in the boy's hands.

"Was," Abortion answered with a smirk. "I'm the one that turned over." He unleashed the pebble that he was holding against his slingshot, hitting the man square between the eyes and effectively bringing him down.

"Easy there, King," Stealth advised, suddenly right beside Sean and wrapping his leg tight with the torn off sleeve of his shirt.

"Slingshot, huh?" Sean asked, not even sparing a glance at Stealth, but letting his hands off the leg that he was working on. "I'm glad you can actually do something impressive."

Abortion crossed his arms. "I also know when not to go running into a situation that is clearly an ambush, and a close-mouthed vet that can take care of that bullet wound for you."

Sean rolled his eyes as Stealth helped him up. "Point taken, Slingshot," he replied, giving no other hint at the boy's new nickname. "Let's kill this ass fuck," he advised, nodded his head towards the old man, "And then you can introduce me to this vet friend of yours."

Sean walked through the door of his building before sinking onto the sagging couch that was sitting against the wall at the entrance.

This building had been Slingshot's doing, but Sean was the one who brought the couch. It was small and cramped, but that was all well and good for Sean. Slingshot kept trying to bring in boys, and Sean was looking forward to the excuse that they didn't have enough room.

"What the hell did you do now?" Slingshot asked, striding over to the couch with a rag and a bucket of warm water. "Turn over," he demanded as he crouched down. "Lemme see your face; that's where you always manage to get hurt."

"Jesus," Slingshot breathed as he finally got a good look at his king's face. "What the hell did you do to your face this time?"

Sean was sporting a black eye that ran past his cheek bone. The opposite side of his face held a cut on his lip and another bruise on his chin. "This is the price for being king," he said, chin raised high with a maniacal glint in his eye.

Slingshot just rolled his eyes as he started wiping off blood. "Why's it always the eye, huh? Don't understand why people call you 'King' when they could call you 'Spot' instead, with how much you sport around at least one black eye."

"Shut the fuck up, Abortion," Sean demanded, slipping into the old nickname with no real bite.

"My pleasure, Spot," Slingshot returned, trying but failing to hide his smirk.

TBC

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