I could do nothing except to stare in horror as I watched him bring the blood-stained metal pipe down on top of me. Goodbye world…at least I died a hero…
“Alfred! Stop gawking at those clothes!” Tony yelled with an irritated look on his face, finally pulling me away from the shop’s displays of Superhero costumes. I sighed and sneaked another glance before turning away, allowing him to lead me towards a small park.
“And finish your pasta, for goodness sake!” He yelled again, making my ears ring from his loud voice. And I thought I was the only loud person in this world. Sometimes, I wonder if Tony is my best friend or my mom. Well I suppose it can’t be helped. He had always been like this ever since I was chosen as the gang leader.
Yep, that’s right. I, Alfred Freedom Jones, am the leader of a gang called the American Eagles. You may or may not have heard of us. Mainly because our enemies’, the Russian Wolves, have been stealing our spotlight recently. But that will soon change, because tomorrow, we will be warring against them to see who is better. And I am certain my gang will win.
I quickly shoveled all the food into my mouth and slam-dunked the pasta container into a nearby bin. “Where to now?” I asked, stretching my arms and yawning as we started walking.
Tony face-palmed and groaned, “Don’t tell me you weren’t listening when I explained it to you earlier this morning..?”
“That’s right!”
“Hah…you’re such an idiot…it’s a wonder you were even chosen as leader…We’re going to have our meeting now, remember? To go through our plans to defeat them?
“Right, right…” I shrugged and continued walking casually down the road like as if I was a normal teenager rather than a bigwig gang leader.
Along the way, we reached my apartment so I decided to pop in for a bit before heading off again. I might just grab a few snacks; I thought to myself as I climbed the stairs. But as soon as I arrived at my door, I knew something was wrong. Very wrong. I flung open the door and what did I find inside? I found him and two of his henchmen sitting at my kitchen table talking casually like as if nothing was wrong!
