Blood In The Water

Chapter 6- Enter; The King

Sam shook himself and grunted in pain at the scar along his head, sweeping his blood soaked hair out of his eyes. He was breathing hard as he pushed his door out and feel onto the concrete, staring up at the moon as hurt rocked his body with shivers. The heist wasn't supposed to go like this, he was supposed to get in and get out right away. He wasn't supposed to bleed to death in a back alley with millions of dollars in a stolen cop car. The huge crash rang through the now silent mazes and Scotty spun, his mouth open in shock. Joel searched around the grounds and cursed under his breath at his horrible view. "Sam, Sam! Sam you asshole, get your radio." Scotty swiped the tears from his eyes and held the radio in shaking hands, staring at it, waiting.

Static fuzzed between the lines and Scotty anxiously tightened his hands into fists, begging for an answer. "Get the drive, Scotty." Sam's voice was quiet over the radio and as the static cut out, Scotty's heart hammered his mind back to reality. "Sam, we'll meet you by the gate, Damien and I-" "Scotty!" Sam interrupted with a snap, silence fell between them and Scotty nervously pressed for an answer. "Don't get caught," Scotty breathed as he turned off his radio and stuffed it back into his belt.

Crashes, bangs, shouts, it was all natural to Scotty when he was on a heist but now he ran faster towards them. Damien could be trusted, he was smart and strong and had no fear at all, hesitation wasn't even in his vocabulary. If Scotty was a madman then Damien was a psychopath even at so much younger. The scene unfolding beside an opening cave to the quarry was mass chaos, people were stumbling away clutching arms or gone friends. Damien stood in the middle of it, punching anything he could with bare fists to destroy everyone. His eyes were filled with rage and it seemed he moved at unprecedented speed towards the cops trying to evade him. Like anger had taken a human form and was bringing his fist against anyone who opposed him. "Damien! Damien!" Scotty shouted, running forward and grabbing his friends by the arm, shoving him down to hold him still. "Get off of me, they deserve this! They deserve this for what they did! Let me go!" Damien screamed, shoving against Scotty and throwing weak punches at his chest and arms.

Scotty looked back at the cops and red blurred his vision, the cuts along his palm smearing blood along his suit. He looked insane and as he released the young boy he wasn't sure he wasn't, insane that is. Damien took a flying leap at one of the older kids, pinning him down and kicking his gun away as he bashed at his chest. Scotty wheeled on another officer, except they weren't officers in their dusty blue uniforms and their hair tied back with patterned bandanas. They were gangbangers with the patch that Vernon had worn stitched over their hearts, of which there was nothing inside. "Murderers, all of you!" Damien's voice cracked as he grabbed the collars of a boy his age, anger meeting fright as they gazed at each other. Scotty turned his back to face the young boy and everything fell silent, like a brawl before the leaders attacked. The boy in Damien's grasp was much shorter and his eyes didn't match Damien's chilled brown ones. "Every. Last. One." Damien's breathing was harbored as he lifted the boy higher and kicked him out of his grasp, sending him flying against the brick.

The boy seemed hardly older than Damien and scurried back as he closed in on him, eyes glowing with hatred. "Who is that, kid?" Scotty asked, shaking a gang member off him and stalking behind the young boy like a hungry hyena. "A murderer, like everyone else here. Was I not good enough for you? Was I a failure to your precious family?" Damien raged, kicking the boy and curling him up in a ball as he whimpered with his hands shielding his head. "Now look who'a yelling, now look who has the power. Now you look and tell me who knows better and who will cut your throat. Who's laying all these threats now, huh?" The hatred rose with each accusation as Damien stepped closer until he had the boy pinned at knife point.

Scotty looked from the boy to Damien and suddenly saw what they were doing, Damien was huge and livid, nothing would get in his way. "Damien, who is he?" Scotty asked softly, wincing as the blade drew along the throat of its victim but the handler didn't raise his eyes. "He was my brother. He killed her." Damien sneered as if the memory was refreshed in his mind as he said the words aloud, pressing his grasp on the knife harder. The boys eyes became sorrowful as he held onto Damien's wrist like it would stop his death. "You killed our mother!" Damien screeched, Scotty spun away as a shout filled the air followed by the thump thats ent everything quiet. You weren't supposed to get mixed up with personal feelings, ever.

When it came down to something like this, brother killed brother, where there weren't enough questions or answers, it was easy. They weren't fighting cops anymore, they were fighting people who deserved to die. Maybe not to Scotty but if Damien said the boy had hurt him badly, he wouldn't hesitate to help him. "All of you, either step aside or end up like this friend here." Scotty growled, watching the fear surge through each member but they didn't back down as they faced the two boys. Joel watched with calm eyes what Damien and Scotty were doing as another fight broke out. He felt numb to it all, Sam was dead, no, don't think like that, he scolded himself, pounding on the balcony ridge. He gazed down at the gun on his desk, the one Scotty had left, the eldest licked his lips nervously. Running his fingers across the desk and then over the fun as his steely green eyes sparkled thoughtfully. "Maybe." Joel whispered to himself as he slowly cocked the gun and felt the heavy metal evenly between his fingers.

Joel tossed his vest to the side and slammed his shoulder against the door, hopping over it as it crashed to the ground. "Sam!" Joel called onto his radio, listening for where the static would come from. "Glad you finally decided to join us." Sam cackled, laying on his back and pointing up at Joel who rolled his eyes and lifted him to his feet. "Where're the others?" Joel asked, looking around hopefully for Scotty to jump out and greet him as his eyes fell to the money inside the car. "Dunno, I thought they'd be inside with you by now." Sam and Joel locked frightened gazes before taking off down the maze, neck and neck. The sun was just barely coming up and Damien and Scotty had to be outnumbered by now. The younger boy had tears in his eyes but Scotty hardly felt a thing and definitely not the jagged cuts down his sides.

They were breathing hard and it seemed their efforts were futile against the ongoing wave of bodies. "I thought you died, boy what a relief!" Damien's voice was hoarse and he hardly smiled as he kicked someone aside and jumped desperately to see the end. "Where are all these guys coming from?" Sam hissed, wrestling with an older man twice his size and falling limp under his weight as Joel spun his gun. "Who cares, all I care about is where they'll go when they're dead." Scotty snapped back, sweeping his hair out of his eyes that still glinted with fresh resolve of battle. "Stop Right where you Are!" Everyone froze and glanced at the entrance to the huge house beside the quarry where a well dressed man stood. "This guy serious?" Joel huffed, lifting his gun and pointing it at the man who suddenly seemed to regret a lot of things. "N-Never mind, carry on." He stammered, turning to run back inside the house before a bullet caught him in the back, he fell into the midst of the war. "Is this your leader? Are you really this weak to have this moron leading you?" Scotty edged, taunting the gang around him and grabbing one by the stretched emblem on his shirt, sneering. "You're just as weak as he is." Scotty warned, flying against the wall as the man he threatened kicking him in the stomach.

Joel and Sam froze for a moment as more men surged over the walls and added a new wave of fire to the attack. "I didn't say this was an easy heist." Joel reminded as he leapt into the fray with Damien and Sam not far behind him, leaving Scotty to recover. He was hidden in the shadow of the wall but nothing scared him, if someone wanted to Rat him out he wouldn't care. "I'm too old for this, since when do guns lose fist fights?" Scotty grumbled, determination glittering in his words as he leapt up and slammed someone with the barrel of his gun. It was as of the boy's entire world went trigger happy, guns fire delft and right, people fell and others swung to avenge them. This wasn't controlled chaos like it had been, it was just chaos and it surged over the quarry like lightning.

A loud blare of a siren sounded once and everyone fell to their knees, covering their ears from the piercing shriek. Scotty kneeled down beside Joel and glanced around for Sam and Damien but he couldn't see them through the crowd. Please don't let them be dead, he begged as a huge man with chains attached to every inch of his ripped clothing approached. "Should've killed 'Rn when ya had the chance. What're y'all, rookies still?" The man hissed, lifting a siren and flicking the horrible scream off, Joel leapt for the man but Scotty pushed him down. "Cool it, it's over." The men turned wide eyed to Damien who sucked his head shamefully at the words. "We're caught." Sam breathed as he stood and out his hands behind his back, naturally now that he knew. Scotty stood next, following Sam, then Joel, then Damien, it was over, they lost.