14Prologue.
"Vamos!"
"You're going down this time, vatos!"
"You little puta!"
"What did you call me?"
"I said - "
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?"
A large build recoiled, assuming a defensive pose, as a smaller, lithe figure charged recklessly at him, brandishing a pointed, silver tool. The smaller one broke apart from their group, dodging several pieces of junk and brawls as she leaped for the offender. He backed up against the brick wall as she slowed down, getting up in his face. Beneath the hood, she could make out scars and a bloody nose, possibly inflicted by several of her gangmates earlier.
She raised the blade over her head, letting it catch the moonlight. It glinted silver and white as she sliced the air in a downwards motion. Luckily for him, the blade stopped inches from his throat. He gulped. She glared at him from under her own dark sweater, then dropped her arm. He caught a glimpse of white, pointed teeth, a smirk.
"You're not worth it…" She turned to leave.
Seeing an opening, the guy raised his arm, and, in a quick motion for someone of his build, sucker punched the shorter one in the stomach. Reacting savagely, she whipped around and slashed at his arm. A piercing howl was heard as metal broke contact with skin, and the body dropped to the cement grounds, blood already splattering.
"Let that be a lesson to you."
And she walked away, joining the rest of her gang as they disappeared into the night.
The other group, the ones challenged, drew themselves to a standing position. One held his arm, stopping the gush of blood. He turned toward the obvious leader, the one spitting at the ground where the other gang had been seconds earlier. Pressing his palm closer to his exposed flesh, he focused on them, sprinting down the alleyway, back to their territory, their grounds. Blades glittered as they ran, a flock of black, almost like a cloud.
The smaller one lagged behind, turning around occasionally to give them the finger.
He stuck his tongue out. "Bitch," he spat.