Corruption

Black Jacks are dicks, but so is Clarence

Chapter 12

The trucks and buses rolled into a block of warehouses that looked beyond questionable. The Damnation filed out and stood behind Ryker, waiting for his command. They stood in the courtyard, examining the buildings around them with apprehension. The air was cold and made the horde crowd together for warmth.

Jerker turned to Petra and motioned her forward. Once she stood by him, he whistled loudly. People poured out of doorways, windows, and large holes in the walls and ceiling. All looked about the same - tattooed large men who wore tanks and sweatpants, or others with gas masks and trenchcoats. When they saw Petra, most shouted at her.

"Well look who it is."

"Ay, yo, Vixen!"

"Vixen." And many other foul words to describe her. Ryker, Keet, Bjorn, Pyro, West, Lee, and Luke all moved to surround their sister, only to be pushed back by the Black Jacks.

"This is her comeuppance, it's the gangs rule." One told them, shoving Pyro to the ground. Bjorn took in cement and made to punch the man, only to be stopped by Ryker. Bjorn stepped back but didn't change his skin back.

"Black Jacks, let's all treat Vixen how she should be treated!" Jerker yelled. Black Jacks yelled loudly in agreement, stepping forward. Petra cursed and picked up a foot and a half long wrench, holding it like a weapon.

"Please Petra," Jerker moved her wrench down and looked to his people with a smile. "She was our family once upon a time. Let us put our past behind us and welcome our temporary guests. This is The Damnation. The very ones that have haunted our dear friends the Government. We will honor them for all they have done and treat them with respect. As for Vixen, I don't overly care." Jerker walked away, leaving Petra alone.

"Well look who we have here. It's our old friend Vixen." One man shouted, moving to the front.

"Gazzy, as pleasant as always." Petra gazed at the Black Jacks with a disgusted and upturned face. Gazzy pulled out a pipe and held it at the ready.

Ryker jumped in front of Petra with a dazzling smile. "Hello, Gazzy is it? I'm Apex, the leader of The Damnation and an extremely powerful abnormal. I see you knew Vixen, well it's nice to meet you. As for threatening her with a pipe, not a wise choice. You hurt her, I fry your insides." Ryker kept his friendly mask and held out his hand, as if he didn't just threaten to kill him.

Bacon came forward with an overly cocky smile. "It's nice to meet the most feared gang in all of seven sectors. Good for you, two thumbs up. Striking terror into the hearts of defenseless citizens. You all are so tough and amazing, you make me want to grovel." Bacon laughs, grinning brightly at all of the angry men around him.

One man, one that has pissed off more Damnations members than a lot of Syndicate, steps forward with a stupid grin on his stupid face. "Hammy? Is that you?" His accent was very country-like and super loud and annoying. It makes ears bleed and you want to drive a nail into your ear.

Bacon froze, hatred and disgust bubbling in him. "Clarence." He breaths, barely audible above his pounding heart.

The boy, Clarence, stepped forward. He was a gangly, awkward, annoying piece of trash that everyone hates. He gives people stupid nicknames, talks in his twangy accent, acts as if he knows everything, and is so much worse than you can imagine. He wore huge clothes like the rest of the Black Jacks, but with a plaid shirt tied around his waist and worn over his shirt. Two plaid shirts.