2AN: Chapter 2, not all updates will be this quick. R&R, thanks.
Chapter 2:
Alexandra stood from where she was crouched on the rooftop, after watching the man hit the ground after she shot him down. She tucked her gun into the back of her jeans and turned from the edge of the building; the strong wind catching her long coat and blowing it out from her. She made her way down out of the building and quickly walked over to the man. She didn't want the police to think he was killed by the gangs so she pulled out one of the black ribbons that she used as her signature; after tying it in a bow round his smallest left finger she stood again and vanished into the night.
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The room was slowly empting as the leader told the groups what their tasks were for the night. Sam was one of the last to be called up. As his leader silently pointed to him his heart began to race. Slowly Sam got to his feet and made his legs take him towards the leader.
"How is the new tattoo?" The leader asked Sam, as he stopped in front of him. Sam rolled up his right sleeve to show of a fresh tattoo. It appeared to be of Celtic origin and was bold and black on his pale arm. The design was of a wolf, standing tall and proud, its head was raised and its tail up. A flame design was in the background of the animal. This tattoo was the mark of the Hellhounds, each member had one. The leader smiled, nodding his head slightly and Sam rolled his sleeve down again.
"Very well," The leader said, holding Sam's gaze, although he was hidden by a black mask, "you may call me Wolf now." Sam nodded. Wolf. At least it was a name. Sam was given his area of the town, but as he was new he was made to go with another member. Their task: Kill anyone in the way.
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Before leaving for his task, Sam swallowed some painkillers; he didn't bother to check how many, he felt too cool and powerful for that since joining a gang. His new tattoo was painful still and he thought he'd kill that pain before inflicting it upon others. He left the hall with Ryan, the other member assigned to his area. It was raining still, and the streets were slick under the light of the street lamps. Sam couldn't help but swagger as he walked to the area given to him. He was on defend, as opposed to conquer as he was new. Ryan was also new, he had only been a member for a month. Sam felt cocky with the gun at his side and as he reached his appointed area he stopped and leaned against the wall. He and Ryan didn't speak, they only shared looks. Sam felt that he was already better than Ryan, but he knew that he couldn't hate him, they were together in this; brotherhood was the key.
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Sarah walked into the gas station, she was dripping from being in the rain. Walking up to the counter she picked up a pack of chewing gum, asked for a packet of cigarettes and paid with a damp note from her pocket. Once she left a large black car pulled up to her. Its windows were tinted and it had neon blue rims. The driver's window was rolled down, revelling a friend, and co-member of the Water Phoenix. He smiled and Sarah climbed in the car, once in the dry vehicle she lit a cigarette.
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The night was slow for Sam and his partner. There was nothing to kill, and only one police car drove past. The storm was slowly moving on; satisfied with its violent attack on the city. The streets were full of puddles and the air was clammy. Not long after the police car drove past the pair heard faint voices. Sam instructed Ryan to hide in the alley at the other side of the road; Sam himself hid in the alley on his side of the road. Silence fell over him as he slowly pulled out his semi-automatic handgun. Each member, of both gangs were given a semi-automatic handgun upon joining and getting branded. A sadistic smile crept along Sam's face. He had wanted a gun ever since he was 5, and was given a plastic one. It never left his side; he loved that gun. Now he had a real one. Silently taking the safety off he waited; waited in the darkness of the alley for his prey. As the voices grew closer he became more excited. He couldn't wait, he would finally get to shot a gun.
Sam pulled the trigger as soon as he saw a person, walking past his hiding place. The excitement was too much, he had to keep from leaping in the air. It was only after he had emptied a round into the man that had expectantly walked past the alley that he took note of the screaming. It sounded like the screams of a young child; and time slowed for Sam. Realisation hit him when the man fell, revelling a young girl. She was sobbing; screaming; blood was splashed over her face from where it escaped her father's body. Sam shakily put his gun away and went out to the girl. She was on the ground, screaming and crying; her shrieks pierced the air around them. Sam checked the man he shot down, all the while having the girl shout at him. His victim was one of the Water Phoenix, just he had a child: who was beginning to get annoying. Sam stood, yelled at the girl who shrieked back. Sam smacked her across the face and she fell into unconsciousness. Sam and Ryan fled, it would be light soon, and they needed to get to Wolf.
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Alexandra walked down the street that Sam had fled from. She saw the father and child lying in the middle of the road and ran towards them. A pool of red spilled from the man; his sleeve had been rolled up to show the tattoo of the Water Phoenix: a blue phoenix with its wings spread out as it wad rising from of a pool of water, each member had the tattoo on the underside of their left forearm. She checked his pulse and got nothing. Sighing she turned to the girl. Checking her pulse she realised that the child had been spared. Alexandra pulled out her phone and called for an ambulance for the child. Anger welled up inside her at the knowledge that someone would do such a thing to a child; a child who appeared to be no older than seven. Glaring in the grey sky, Alexandra vowed that she would do all she could to put the city right.