2AN: The inspiration for this story came from the song City by Hollywood Undead. R&R. Thanks xD
Chapter 1:
The night was dark and cold. Few people dared to even unlock their doors; everyone knew that the city was a war zone after sunset. The two rival gangs would enter enemy territory in attempt to take over. The police controlled the riots as well as they could but that didn't help much and the raging sirens were to be heard all night long. The sky above the city was as black as the grave and the foreboding clouds loomed, ready to split and drown the city. There was a loud rumble of thunder; allowing the storm to start, the rain would crash on the roads below, lightning would flash through the clouds, the shooting would start.
The sky separated and the rain fell. The ground below was soon soaked and puddles appeared in potholes in the roads, the water rippling as more rain fell; it was getting heavier and the wind became more fierce. Thunder roared through the sky and lightning soon followed, a brilliant flash of light bolted through the clouds. The city below the storm groaned. It was old, beaten by weather and conflict, and the inhabitants were weary or full of anger. Families were full of tension, fear for their teenage children was obvious in the suffocating air. The gangs were full of teenagers, they were recruiting, preparing for war. The city would fall.
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In the streets of the city a new member of the Hellhounds; one of the two rivalling gangs; Sam walked alone, his dark hood drawn up over his head and hiding half his face from the rain. His jeans were a dark blue from the wet and they were too big on him, held up by three belts, although they did not seem to help much. His hooded jumper was black, a red flame design licked up the back. He wore thick black boots and a silver chain round his neck. He walked the dying streets, lost in a land of music, as his small, hidden Ipod screamed music at him. His head was hung as he walked to meet the rest of the Hellhounds.
Sam pulled out his earbuds when he felt the presence of another person close to him. He stopped and turned, facing a dark haired girl. She was shorter than him and her hood had fallen down at some point, her hair hung, dripping, plastered to her wet face; her dark make-up was running, making it look like she had been crying; her face bore a hard expression, annoyance peeled from the air around her. The two shared a look before she grinned and ran into his open arms. He laughed as he tucked his headphones and Ipod into an inside pocket of his jumper, away from the rain.
"Sam, I missed you last night." She said, gazing up at him. He grinned down and kissed her forehead softly.
"Yeah. I missed you too Sarah." At this she smiled and took his hand. They stood still: they couldn't get more soaked even if they tried. Sam ran a hand along her face, wiping away the mascara that was falling from her wet eyelashes.
"So where were you last night?" Sarah asked, her tone slightly bitter. Sam appeared hesitant.
"I had some business to tend to with the guys is all." He replied after a long moment. Sarah sighed.
"Fine. Don't tell me. I need to go anyway. I'll see you." She pulled him into a deep kiss then vanished into the darkness of the night.
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The hall in which the Hellhounds were in standing in was not too small in size, but it was also not large; it sat in the middle of the scale: it was comfortable. There were seats situated around the room, in small huddles for socialising. In the centre of the room stood a large oak table; the top of it was bare besides a two small dim lamps and a coffee machine.
A group of youths littered one of the seating areas near the table. There was music playing from a small stereo and a few of them had hot cups of coffee. Most had hoods up, covering their young faces. Among them, with his hood down, was Sam. He was one of the youngest of the gang, and the newest recruit. At the moment he didn't know many of the names, he wasn't allowed to until he gained their trust: just to be sure that he didn't give their names to the police, or worse, to their rivals.
Sighing, and running a ran through his hair, Sam looked at the people that were disarranged around the room. All were excited, waiting to be called up by their leader to get this evening's task. Sam didn't know the leader's name, and he didn't think anyone else did either; he had never even seen the leader's face, he was hidden behind a mask the entire time he was with the gang. Round about that moment a door in the far end of the hall opened and in it stood their leader. A hushed silence fell over the room, like a blanket draped over a bed. He looked around the room and pointed at a person in the room. The night had just began, and now it was going to get fun.
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The storm was a bit calmer, but the sky was still black and thunder rolled along the clouds. The rain was not as heavy, but the streets below were soaked. Gun shots pierced the silence, tearing it open to reveal the sound of chaos underneath. It was an average night for the city. The two gangs, the Hellhounds and the Water Phoenix, were always trying to outdo each other. The body of a young girl fell, riddled with bullets; just another body to be dealt with when the police arrived too late. If the city was lucky the casualties would not rise beyond ten tonight, but that was unlikely with the gangs. Neither would stop willingly, at least not until the other was wiped out.
The man that killed the girl of the rival gang stopped. A sharp pain shuddered through him and he grew cold. With a ringing in his ears and smoke in the air, he realised that he had been shot. As the ground met him he looked for his killer. High up, on the roof of a building opposite, stood a dark figure; it was impossible to tell if it was male or female. The wind was stronger, blowing the long coat from the figure as it stood from its crouched position. It turned gracefully and vanished from sight, just as the man was pulled into darkness.