Have you ever had a premonition? Especially about your own death? Well i have and its not to pretty, at all. As i rode in the back of our SUV watching the boss talk to our look out who was on i bike before waving him off i could've sworn i felt the presence of death just merely a kiss away.
"Don't worry too much Ash, everything's gonna be alright" my boss, my bestfriend, my brother crooned to me.
"Oh please! cut the bullshit Ace, we both know it isn't we're practically driving to our deaths here and its your fault!"
"i know. You don't have to tell me every fucking time! i know and i'm gonna make it right"
"How? By getting us all killed? By getting yourself killed?" He kept num at this so i guess that was his plan after-all, sacrifice himself for all of us with hopes that we will live, my brother the patriot.
"You know we're literally walking into the lions den, without our canines"
"This is what he wanted. It's the only way to end this once and for all"
"And since when did you give him what he wanted"
"Since now apparently" he shrugged looking out the window.
You see we're kind of a small gang not exactly under a much larger gang but we still give kudos were its due. This him we're going to see has always wanted to merge us to his only because he was fascinated by the loyalty everyone in the gang shows towards my brother and myself but we were not to be reasoned with.
We didn't like the way he ran things in the city and we didn't want to be part of it basically it's the reason people we're defecting to ours and it ticked him off, a lot. Things weren't this bad until he caught Ace getting down and dirty with his girl.
Truth be told she came onto Ace and being the sucker for sob stories he took her in, i warned him as the voice of reason i did but all my warnings fell on deaf ears so i gave up nothing else to do about it right now especially considering she's probably dead already. And now here we are riding to meet him, a really pissed off him.
As we approached the rendezvous we saw them, with guns and shit driving pass them in our three SUV convoy.
"I thought this was supposed to be a peace meeting. Bullshit! if you ask me" I was beyond pissed, i knew it was too good to be true!
"Calm down Ash, it's quite normal" he said to me, turning to look at him amazed at how he could be calm at a moment like this i was surprised to see his eyebrows furrowed.
We stopped in the middle of the bridge, he was already waiting talking to his second-in-command. Ace got down with his arms raised and i did the same and followed him so did the rest of our gang who walked behind us as we approached him,
Before we could get within a feet away from the car the gun shots began to resonate around us, i was too stunned to move i knew this was coming but not this soon! Ace dove for me using his body to shield mine as we ran to the side of the bridge and he suddenly shoved me into the bush on the right.
Before he could follow a bullet hit him followed by another and then another, i watched my brother fall to his knees his eyes on me, mouth telling me to run! Run ASH! he yelled and i did turning my back on everything I'd ever known and everyone I'd ever loved. i didn't look back, not even once i was afraid of my resolve couldn't cry even if i wanted to.
I didn't get far though, next thing i knew after a blunt pain at the back of my head i woke up to find myself lying next to my brother staring at his swollen face with a boot imprint right across it. He was watching me a half smile and one eyes swollen shut.
"i always told you you were a shit runner' he croaked out despite his condition and i just layed beside him cold as steel. I felt him slip something under my shirt a GUN then stroke my face.
"Don't avenge me Ashleigh, i just want to rest i'm tired" he said closing his eyes only then did i look up to see him looking down on us with such childlike glee.
"Get out" he told me point blank much to everyone elses disappointment. Squeezing Aces hand one last time which he returned and placing a kiss on his brows, i got up and walked out.
I finally understood why Ace slipped me the gun it was a game and he wanted me to live, needed me to win and i was going to my fucking life depends on it. He liked this game a lot and he always won but i was determined he wasn't going to win, not this time and not over my dead body. Cat And Mouse he called it.
It was already dark outside when i made it out of their hideout and i knew sooner or later they were going to make chase so i ran. In moments i was at the bridge and that's when i heard them coming after me with gunshots the only sound in the quiet night. I felt more than saw bullets fly past my head but that didn't deter me as i shot a few rounds back at them as well.
And i got hit, wasn't my first rodeo with a bullet wound but that doesn't mean it don't hurt like an absolute bitch. Then in a stroke of luck i heard the river on my right, taking no chances i tucked the gun into my boot. I dove into the river swimming as deep as my injured arm would let me.
It wasn't long before they began shooting and i struggled to get out of the line of fire but not before another bullet pierced right through my calf. I shook my jacket of knowing it would float right up just to throw them off and buy myself a narrow window of a couple of seconds to navigate the water and out of their range.
I washed up ashore the next morning, in another city i had survived but the others hadn't everyone else was dead including my brother the only family i had left. We mightn't have been blood related he still was family and so was everyone else in our gang of Runaway Rebels.
It was time to start over, this was something Ace had always wanted a chance to start over, he gave up that chance for me and i was determined not to let it be futile. Keeping everyone and their memory safe within myself i went to look for help.
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Just so y'all know I tried to come up with a bad ass gang name but only runaways rebels stuck for some reason(I know. I suck) So if you have suggestions or something please let me know.
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