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The heat of the out of control flames enclosed my body; I strain to see if there was anyone behind the blaze. There was no one. I sighed and pushed through the fire, coughing and spluttering as the breath taking smoke entered me. The sound of screaming and shouting ricocheted up and down the streets of Shadow Grove, the district where I live. I looked down the road, to see the girls lined up, facing away from me. I looked further down the road, to see an assembly of guys mirroring them, lined up, and facing in my direction. The girls turned to me, and separated as I got closer to them; the guys did the same, revealing a tall, slim figure. We got closer to each other, I couldn’t see his face, it was hidden behind a black rag and a hat. He pulled down his rag a little, showing his mouth.
“Damn, so you’re the miss behind the Morettas?” He peered around me, looking the girls up and down, “Mmm, quite the pack you got their, so the Morettas are hoes?” He tittered, and walked backwards, the guys marched back into a line, holding their guns facing 12 ‘o’clock.
There was something about him, he wasn’t like the other boss’, and he was different, unique. There guys turned around and followed him, me and the girls copied and walked towards the burning flames that was my house…
There was an explosion behind us, large pieces of shrapnel flew over us, the sound of gunshots spread, I turned around, there they were. Crouched behind cars, peering around trees and peeking through manholes. Bullets swiftly brushed pass my jeans, tearing them more than they were. I spat onto the floor, wiped my mouth and rolled towards a knocked over bin.
I pulled out my pistol from inside my boot, and blindly fired multiple times over the top of the bin. I heard a couple of grunts and heavy fast footsteps; I peered over the bin, there was someone crouched in front of it, I lent over, and smashed the top of his head with the handle of my gun. His eyes lolled about in his head, and he flopped onto the floor. There was a scream behind me, I quickly spun around to see who was screaming, it was Rebecca, being pulled away by two guys, I couldn’t identify them properly, but they looked like they were from Street Ministry….
