Spark of Flint

Chapter 4

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Kaiden's P.O.V.

"Buddy plan?"

I nod.

I throw a small rock as Me and Josh briskly walk up trying to inform this person in such a short time. It makes a subtle sound that catches his attention. He whipped his head my way and I put my fingers up to my lips for a shush sign. Then get down to his level.

"Hey dude, there is a group of trouble makers heading this way. We just want to help out. I am Kaiden and this is Josh. What is your name?" I tell in a low voice.

We all were crouched around paint cans while Josh was looking out for that group. 

"Sally" she replies.

"Shit, okay. Do not talk. It will be bad if they find out you are a girl, and also stay behind us."

As I said that, we hear their loud laughter. I touch the paint can to get some paint on my fingers to look like we have been helping her. We all stand up facing the group. The place she chose was an abandoned parking lot surrounded by 3 buildings. The one in the middle has the painting on it. Then they can be seen walking past one of the side buildings.

"Well, would you look at that. I think we found the ones that have been putting up that damn painting all over town the last few years. This one isn't finished yet. You should know better than to do that in Sun Viper territory." says a large bald black man. 

He is standing in front of the group. Seems like he is the leader. A large and tall build and his face is on the soft and round side. The only intimidating thing about him is his size. Now that the group is close I can see 6 people in total. There is the black man, 2 Asian Americans, a middle eastern, a white person, and another black man in the back of the group. They all are wearing black and grey aside for the yellow bands that prove they are a member. I just have to confirm it.

"So, you are a member then?" I ask.

I step forward just a bit taking the lead and to keep their eyes on me. I can't let their eyes land on the girl. They might figure out her gender by looking at her face. The only reason I didn't was due to the shock of finally finding the artist and then protecting them. Josh stands in front of the girl, so she isn't seen.

"Yes, me and my friends are.So, it's best that you listen to me and cover up that shit. It's so ugly and plain. now, please." the tall black man said.

I take my hoodie off my waist and put it on. This hoodie is especially made for our gang. There are knock offs but you can't get the real deal anywhere else. Somehow these hoodies are high quality and can't be found anywhere else. When a member is killed, leaves or is kicked out, the latter which rarely happens, the hoodie disappears. If a member dies and someone close wants to keep the hoodie then they get a nice copy in its place. You can never keep the real deal. So, they know that I am speaking the truth.

"It so happens that I am part of the Sun Vipers as well. I don't feel like covering up that beautiful work in progress me and my friends have been working on." I said.

"What rank are you kid?" asks the Hispanic man on the side of the tall black man.

"A grunt who--"

"A GRUNT!" loudly laughs the black man.

"A grunt who thinks he can defy those higher than him!" Laughs the Hispanic man.

The rest of the group laughs as well. I speak loudly over their laughter.

"I work directly under a Fruity Orange. Meaning I don't take orders from you. I can't. That would mean asking for death."

I am exaggerating of course. Zesty would understand. He even told us to do as we are told so we don't die. But I can tell this group won't let us go. As soon as they spotted us we were done. You can tell by their body language and the way they are moving their hands. As if they are itching for violence.

"I am a Purple Lane. So, I am higher than them." the black man says.

"Oh, so what is your name?" I ask.

"You don't need to know that" he replies

"That means you are Pinocchio." I state as if it's a fact.

There isn't a Purple Lane named Pinocchio. It means a fake. Not a real Purple lane. There has been someone impersonating a high ranking member of the inner circle, from what Zesty was telling us a few weeks ago. He never told us which rank. But he did tell us if we ever encounter an inner circle member, we are allowed by his permission to ask their name. If they are an inner circle member they won't have a problem giving us one. Then we just have to verify it with Zesty right there over the phone.

"Yes I am. Now, you better start moving. Afterwards, all of you will get a good beating for talking back to us."

Damn it. I don't have a choice. I have to use that name. Otherwise we will go to the hospital for a while. Mom and my sister will give me hell for a while. For getting beaten to a pulp, for joining a gang and keeping it a secret from them. They need less worries in their life, not more. Plus, they can't find out about the girl. My gut is telling me that if they do it will be a gang rap. That thought alone makes me sick.

"Crimson Fang. I know the teacher of Crimson Fang." I rush those words out of my mouth.

The whole group went pale. Josh looks at me in shock. Everyone is burning holes into my body. 

"Kid, do you know what you have done?" Hispanic man exclaims.

I nod. That is a name you do not say lightly. It is known if you use that name, your life becomes a nightmare and a living hell. Some have gone insane and others have died in a gruesome way. Or went bankrupt and some have disappeared completely off the face of the earth. 

Just then I see Zesty's car pull down the street and into the parking lot we are in.