Warning [5SOS]

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Michael walked with his hands in his pockets. The hood of his jacket was draped over his head. Rain soaked him leaving him soggy as he walked through the city. Sires went off down the road making Michael want to run out of habit.

"Hey Clifford" a gruff voice said from behind him.

Michael turned around. A black figure walked towards him with a limp. He made eye contact with the shadow and sighed "hey Grey" he said.

Grey caught up with him and they walked down the wet sidewalk together "when'd you get out?" He asked pulling a box of cigarets from his pocket.

"Eh I don't know, like a few weeks ago" Michael shrugged.

"Why didn't you meet with us?" Grey asked offering Michael a cigaret.

"No thanks" he said turning them down.

"No thanks? Since when don't you smoke?"

"I'm trying to quit, it's a horrible habit" Michael responded looking at the ground.

"Huh" Grey put his cigaret in his mouth and lit it on fire. He inhaled and exhaled the smoke looking like a dragon. Michael turned the opposite way to take a gasp of fresh air.

"So like I asked before, why weren't you at the meeting?" He asked in a more hostile tone. Not that he was ever friendly.

"Just because" Michael replied.

Grey took the cigaret from his mouth "something's changed with you Clifford" he said "I don't know what it is but something's different" Grey pushed him against the old rusted door they had come across "and I don't like it" he spat throwing the burning flame on the ground "get inside" he said grabbing his hood and pushing him into the room.

Michael stumbled into the all too familiar meeting room. The walls were even more damaged than the last time he was here. More bullet holes decorated the ceiling and some new blood stains could be detected on the floor "what the hell happened in here?" Michael asked.

"The boss recruited some new people mate and they didn't quite work out" a bald man said from a podium. The few people in the room laughed with him "welcome back Mikey, take a seat" he smiled wickedly gesturing to an open chair in the front.

Michael made his way to where his old "friend" had pointed. All of his former gang members sat around him asking where he's been and when he'll "help them out" again.

"Hey Mike got any more of the stuff left?" A man asked from behind.

"No Drake I don't make that anymore" he responded.

"What about the money?" Drake asked "did you get the money from the bank?"

The man at the podium straightened up "yeah Michael, did you get the money mate?" He asked.

Michael rolled his eyes and looked back at Drake "dumb ass" he whispered to him "no Jay I didn't get the money" Michael said louder.

"You didn't get the money" Jay repeated mockingly. He looked over to Grey who stood to the side of the room smiling "well Mikey you know what happens when you don't complete your tasks" Jay smiled wickedly.

Grey walked over with his gun.

"I'll I-I'll get you the money Jay I will! I will okay?" Michael stood up.

"You've had three weeks!" Jay yelled.

"I got caught! I'm- I got caught!"

Grey walked around with his gun taunting him with the bullet.

"You got caught?" Jay asked "John Greendale?"

Michael nodded.

Jay looked over at Grey and shook his head "he's not the problem, Chief Greendale is the problem" Jay nodded in agreement with himself "we have to take out Greendale!" The room cheered with excitement.

"No!" Michael yelled "God no! You can't do that to her!" He spoke before thinking. As usual.

Jay laughed "her!" He repeated "Mikey's found a girl!" He teased. The room laughed along with him out of fear of what might happen if they didn't.

Michael stood in silence.

"The Chiefs daughter aye?" Grey elbowed Michael's shoulder "good luck with that Clifford" he laughed.

"Well now we'll know for sure you'll get us the money" Jay announced loudly "congratulations Mikey you've got a soft spot" he laughed evilly.

Michael stood in horror. He just put Melissa and all of her family in danger.

"Get out of here Cliff" Grey grabbed his hood again and yanked him out of his seat "and come back in a month with the money or we'll set the boss on you"

Michael stumbled out of his row in fear. No one ever saw the boss; mostly because if they did they never lived to tell the tale. He walked to the rusted old door with the sound of laughter close behind him. After he shut the door the laughter abruptly stopped and his ears were filled with the sound of pouring rain instead.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and the bright screen blinded his eyes. A missed call from his mom and a text from Melissa appeared on his lock screen.

Text Thread

Melissa: Mikey, are you alright?

Michael: yeah babe I'm fine, why?

Melissa: your mom called me and asked if you were here...I just wanted to make sure you were okay

Michael: I'm okay babe, I just went for a walk

Melissa: in the pouring rain?

Michael: ...yes...

Melissa: Awe, be safe

Michael: I will, goodnight babe ;)

Melissa: night :)