Gangsta. (A fanfiction)

Chapter 5

It's not that I changed my mind or anything. I just thought that it could wait. Of course, I still wasn't 100% sure but because I was curious, I decided to trail Worick and Nic and found myself in the middle of a battlefield. The Monroe Family was there, which meant big news. What would one of the Four Fathers of the government be doing here? But Nic just charged directly at Monroe with an intent to kill. I finally get to witness what an A rank is capable of. Nice dodged the bullets effortlessly and lured his opponents into the corner of a wall, and from there, he jumped over behind them, slicing them apart with his katana in the meantime. As expected from an elite Tag; it's almost scary. I watch as Nic kills each and every mercenary effortlessly until it's just Monroe and another Tag, a kid with dreadlocks. Nic and Dreadlocks clashed swords, but I can see that Dreadlocks was pretty strong, too. He wounded Nic in a matter of seconds, but Nic ignored the cuts and fought back vigorously. Worick just stood by the side helplessly with a desire to help Nic in his eyes.

But then the Pauklee Family walked in. Gina stood between Dreadlocks and Nic, and fired shots at both of them, but more at Nic. Dreadlocks and Nic eventually collapsed, but it wasn't a bullet that Gina shot-- it was a syringe. An Anti-Celebrer amplifier gun.

Gina marched towards Nic and bellowed, "You have been overdosing, haven't you?"

Worick rushed into the scene and begged. "Sir! It's not what is looks li--"

"Shut up, Normal." Gina shot him a glare that silenced him. Behind her, Ginger, Gina's assistant, a S/5 rank, loomed out from the shadows. An S rank... that looks clumsy? She wobbled and stuttered as she spoke, making her look almost cute, yet not. Her eyes were a menacing dark brown. She assisted Gina in clearing up the situation, and eventually, I found myself in an empty alleyway. I knew that what I just witnessed must be kept secret; the government are gamblers.

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If you ask me, I don't even know what to do anymore. Despite the morning deliveries, I either hung out at Bastards or Kill. Thing about Twlights is that no one has records of you, because you cannot be contained.

So I stand in front of the building in the parking lot. The exterior was brightly lit. Police wandered around on guard. Getting in won't be so easy. There are some shadows in the parking lot, so I roamed about there. Each step means approaching the police station, which also means that I have to be cautious. I snuck from the parking lot to the corner of the building. The problem is: how can I get inside? As any ordinary building, there must be vents on the side, so I scoured along the side for a hole. There was. I removed the iron cover and carefully and quietly slipped into the vent. I closed it behind me.

Several minutes after crawling around, I realized that I was lost. God dammit... what was I thinking? It was dark, and the only light that shone was through the crevices of the tunnel.

That's when I heard voices. To clarify, it was echoes, and it was under me.

"What happened to you last night, man?" Came a voice.

"Nothing much. Why, did Steve tell you something?" Another voice echoed.

"Something about finding you in front of his lawn the next mornin', man."

I continue to crawl down the tunnel. There has to be a place where I can safely prop myself in. So I continued down the tunnel until there were no voices. But through the crevice, there was light. An empty office, maybe? Carefully and slowly, I lift up the vent cover from under me. There was no one in sight, so I dropped down with a loud thud.

That's when I realized that this wasn't an office. It was a bathroom, and there weren't any urinals. Oh shit... this was the ladies' room. But then from the distance outside, I could hear women chattering. "Oh, shit...!" I don't know where to hide. If they find me here, then I'm dead. I could hide in one of the stalls, but how do I know which stalls the women will choose? "Oh fuck..!" I cursed under my breath as I locked myself in one of the stalls on top of the toilet seat. I'll take this chance.

"What about that guy you were hanging out with last night?" I hear a woman say outside of the stall.

"He ended up drunk, and I heard Steve say something about him ending up in front of his lawn." Another woman said. "That guy was just so..."

"'So...' what?"

"You know...not someone I would want to hang out with anymore."

"How so?"

One of the women approached my stall that I locked myself in. I could see her feet, nail-polished and everything, under the door. She knocked. "Anybody there?"

I held my breath.

"Well, damn." She finally said after a few seconds. Her feet disappeared.

"How so? It's just...you see...he had a Tag..."

"Love has no limits, sweetheart."

"But in this world, yes; yes there is, honey." I  hear two stall doors closing and I sit in the awkwardness of two women urinating. They eventually finished, washed their hands, and walked out of the bathroom. I listened one last time, just to make sure I was safe, and then unlocked the stall. I did it. I walked out of the bathroom, making sure that no one was in the hallway, and then casually made my way towards the stairway like I was a Tag. Because, you know, there were security cameras. As I reached the stairway, I heard footsteps. I quickly and swiftly walked down the steps, trying to avoid any contact with a police officer. But instead, guess what?

You got it.

I turned around and there he was. Worick. Oh Christ, why now of all times? He had a surprised look on his face. "Oh...it's you."

"W-What are you doing here?" Worick said.

"I-I was just...I was just, you know, checking this place out," I replied.

"Well, great." He said with a sigh of relief. "Just in time. Let me give you a little tour."

I shook my head. "No, it's fine. Really. I was just finding myself out of this place anyways."

"No, I insist, friend." He said, walking towards me. He grabbed onto my shoulder and then I knew that I couldn't get out of this situation.  It's read all over my face.

"Okay, fine." I replied.

"Why? Have you made up your mind?" He asked as he led me up the stairs.

I don't answer. Because, well....I have to admit. I was interested in this Tag offer. "What happened to Nic?" I asked.

"He's um..." Worick looked away. "He's just at home."

He's bad at lying. I knew what happened, with Monroe and Gina and everything. But I decided not to tell him.

So I got toured around the building. I was introduced to Chief Chad, Worick's boss. I've seen him around a few times in magazines, so I could tell that he had some reputation in Ergastulum. But unexpectedly, Worick mentioned to the fact that I was interested in becoming a Tag. Chad was delighted.

"Well, why didn't you say something earlier, Worick?" Chad asked. Then he looked at me. "We've got ourselves another dog to with for us, huh?"

I don't object.

"Why do you want to become a Tag, lad?" Chad said. "Personal reasons?"

I looked down at my hand, scarred from the wars I've fought. I ache to experience those days of glory again. So I replied, "I have the intent to kill."

Chad chuckled and patted my back. "Well said, son." He then pulled out a box; the same one Worick had with the Tag in it, and pulled out a silver plated chain. It looked new and beautiful. But then Chad put it away. "Tomorrow at seven in the morning. North Gate. Worick will accompany you."

"What?" North Gate?

"If you want to become my dog, you'll have to show me that you're worthy of being my dog." Chad explained. "No objections."

"But I never said I accepted."

"But you do, don't you, lad?"

He's right. "Yes, I do."

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and go on home. You have to wake up early tomorrow."

And so I did.