Life is no Game.

Oh brother

Derek P.O.V

*after out running the guards we all struggled to catch our breaths*

Derek: OK Jean cut the crap tell us where Alex is heading and how do you know.

Jean: OK so after we left the group chat he texted me saying that he was going to do something stupid to help his parents with the debt. With some clues I was able to deduce what the hell and where in hell he was going to do this stupid thing. He said he was waking up early to catch the one train but before that he said that he had to pick up a snack in the store 3 blocks from his house. So this is what I found out. That store pays the New Era gang protection money.

Mason: So that little snack is some kind of package.

Nickie: But where is he going with this "little snack"???

Jean: That was the hard part. He just started mentioning a bunch of streets. There were 6 in total. All in the same place. So he has to be in one of those 6.

Derek: Did he mention any specific time?

Jean: Well he did say he will be home by 6:30pm and it's a 30 minute train ride. So we have until...

Nickie: 6 o'clock....

Mason: To stop that idiot...

Derek: From doing what we promised that none of us would ever do. Join that stupid gang.

Mason: Then what are we doing here wasting time. Let's go.

Jean: How are we going to get there?

Derek: Let's get our Bikes and don't let your parents spot you or we are dead meat. Let's meet up right here and head towards town.

*everyone looked at me with confidence. After that we were all off on this super risky mission.*

*As I open the garage door my mom spots me and yells at me telling me to stop right there. All I did was look at her straight in the eyes. She knew what was going on and told me to go.*

* That's because history is repeating itself. It's like I'm going to lose another brother to that stupid gang. It also started out just like this. My brother saw that we were struggling a bit too much. More than usual. So he started working for the joker. That selfish, good for nothing criminal.*

*My brother was loyal and always kept his word. He would always tell me of all the tasks he would have to do to get his money. But one day our father was ease dropping on us and heard that my brother had to hide some of jokers money in the house. So when we were gone he stole it. Every single dime. Skipped town and wasted everything. *

* On our way home we were given a little surprise. A bunch of guys were throwing Molotovs into our home. In a matter of seconds the house was a blaze. The men turned to my brother shouting, screaming, accusing my brother of stealing their money. We didn't even have time to respond and they placed black sacs on our heads and shoved us into a gray van. They as quickly as possible tied us up with rope.*

*We then stopped and someone opened the squeaky sliding door of the van. We were tossed out of the car like animals. When they removed the bags there was just one man in front of me. My brother than started apologizing and promising that he will get his money back.*

*This guy just ignored him and started bragging about who he is and about how much money he had. Yet he never spoke his name. The others around us just stood there with a devilish grin on their faces. From his jacket he then pulled out this silver pistol with a special engraving on the side. Yet it was too dark for me to read it.*

* He then pointed the gun straight at my face. I didn't flinch or give signs of fear. I knew that if I would scream or act scared it would make the situation even worse. But on the inside I was as white as snow. Basically dead. But then I was pushed back. My brother had tossed himself on top of me and put his forehead on the gun.*

* He then said "If you're a real man then you would just kill me and not lay a finger on my brother. But you are nothing but a coward. I am a real man. I'm not afraid of the gun you have at my head. You rule by fear. I am loved and I love back. Isn't that right brother." He then looked back at me. I tried to nod but I was still paralyzed by fear. All I could do was barely move my hands and my mouth. So I just gave him my signature smirk and winked.*

*The man with the gun then said "I'm not a man. I'm more than that. I am power, authority, life and death. I do as I please with no one to stop me. Justice is beat with money and money I have. Minions are given power and they follow. Like if you were to throw a bone at a dog. Like you said the people are ruled by fear. But they are killed by the joke they call hope. Just like how you will die in an instant and be forgotten."*

*I immediately snapped. I screamed in his face to the top of my lungs "You scumbag liar! My brother will never be forgotten. As long as I live he will never die. He is more man than you will ever be. We don't need money or power to get a living in this world. If you do anything to my brother I will ki--" right in my left arm a burning and sharp pain grew intense until I couldn't hold it in anymore. I was in so much pain. I couldn't help but brake into tears. He had shot me in matter of seconds. I could feel the cold, metal bullet still inside my arm. My blood was slowly dripping out of the bullet sized hole in my arm. Quickly drenching my shirt in it. On the inside my blood was boiling. Yet the blood on my arm was as cold as night. Cold like the heart of the man who just shot me.*

*my brother then let out the loudest scream I have ever heard. "JOOKERRR" bang even more silence. My brother was shot straight in the head. His body hit the floor in a matter of seconds. His body slowly growing cold, lying there. A pool of blood surrounding his body. I wanted to lay down next to him but I couldn't find the strength to admit that this scumbag of a man had just shot my brother. Then the silence was broken by the deranged laughter of Joker and his friends. Then two men just dragged my brother's body toward the door and tossed him out like trash.*

*I had lost all the feeling in my hands but I could still feel the rough dry hands of a man cutting my ropes with a knife. As soon as the ropes hit the floor I gathered up all the strength in my body and charged towards joker. I wasn't going to let him get away with killing the only person who ever cared about me.*

*I blinked in one second and was biting dust in the other. It felt like I was hit by a metal pipe in the arm. In the same arm I was shot in. The bullet must have dug in deeper because I got really hurt.*

*He then slowly walked towards me and pulled me up by my hair. I could barely open my eyes to see him but I looked him straight in the eyes to show him I meant buisness. Eventhough I could hardly move in this state. He then whispered in my ear 3 words I will never forget. "It's your turn".*

* The same guys who threw my brother out threw me out as well. I landed directly on my brothers cold body. I couldn't help but banging on his chest. I had to take my rage out someway. *

* Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! I felt so helpless. I couldn't move. I couldn't Stand up for myself. And here I am crying over the dead body of my brother. Who risked his life to save me.*

* Well no one can stop me know. Crying my eyes out I put my head to my brothers chest. With my eyes becoming the mini version of Niagara Falls I managed to mumble the words"We're going home bro"

*I started dragging his lifeless body across the side walk. I was not letting him down. I'm going to take him home. He deserves to go to heaven and rest in peace.*

*As we slowly trudged around the corner I couldn't help but scream for help. Yet all I would see were people crossing the road to avoid me, the curtains from their apartments and thousands of people just watching me. *

*After hours of crying and just pulling my brother my eyes dried up. I couldn't cry anymore. But I couldn't give up. I could hear the loud sirens of the police and I could see the lights coming from the firetruck. Final stretch. When I finally gave up I fainted at the feet of a cop. Still holding onto my brothers hand.*

Derek: I don't have time to be thinking about that. I need to go stop another brother from biting the dust.