The Criminal Outrage

Chapter 3

We walked outside and to the outside of the garage. Ricardo had this really old car that smelled really bad from the inside. I could drive it, but why should I when the smell is so putrid that you'll faint? I'm surprised Ricardo can even drive it. I got in the back seat with Stick and Winchester as Ricardo started the car and started to drive off. 

"Do you know the exact location of this place?" Stick asked Ricardo, staring out the window.

"Uh, yeah. It's the little forest spot right behind the Food-Mart."

I heard them, but I was mostly focused on the fight happening to the right of the car. This Teenager was being destroyed by these two older Adults. He was fighting back, and not too bad, but for every punch he gave, he received one ginormous slam. After a while, he collapsed. The Adults started yelling and beating him down, and that's when Ricardo mostly noticed.

"That's horrible!"

"Why don't you do something then?"

"Banshee, help?" Ricard stared at Banshee, who was quietly staring at his hands.

Banshee nodded, and then opened the car door. It was a lot more efficient to just get one of us out of the car. It's a bit overkill if everyone gets out, but that depends on the size of the opponent, or opponents.

"Aye, stop, would ya? He's already down," Banshee told the two Adults.

"You stay outta' this fight and stick to your own!" The taller one yelled.

With that, Banshee turned around, and took a few steps in front of the car. Taking a deep breath, Banshee whipped around and tackled both of the Adults. He wasn't screaming, but he was running around, tackling them every time they stood back up. As Banshee got ready to charge again, one of the Men, the smaller one, pulled out a gun. Maddog laughed. He opened his door and pulled his gun out, too, and pointed it right to one of the heads of the man. I'd see this move happen before. Maddog lines up the shot so if he fires, both of them die.

"There are two choices you have ere'," He started, "You can either walk away, or feel a bullet going straight through your heads. Now, my buddy Banshee here is actually going a bit more easy on you. If it truly was his choice, you'd have your necks slit. I mean, he has a knife. Would you like to see it?" Maddog cocked the gun, and turned his head. The two Adults, without hesitation, bolted in the other direction.

I felt bad for the one who was getting beaten up, but we left him in the street by himself. 

We were back on the road soon after, and Banshee seemed pretty happy. Out of all of us, he was definitely the most quiet, but he was actually communicating pretty heavily.

"You have the Guitar, right, Pick?" Stick looked at me.

I just nodded. I wasn't speechless, but I was amazed that with Banshee and Maddog, we could rule the streets. Ricardo drove like a maniac, so by the time he parked his car, I was car-sick. I wobbled out of the car, trying not to puke.

"You ok, man?" Ricardo came to my side. I had to pretend like I was. I also had to pretend like he actually got a Driver's License and wasn't driving illegally. The only one who had a Driver's License in the Gang was Winchester, and he was paranoid of the road or something. He came to our Gang in the first place after his current Gang was killed in a car-accident. According to Winchester, he was supposed to be the lookout for a robbery. When the Cops showed up, his Gang hopped in a car and drove off without him. Unfortunately for them, the Officers shot their tires out at full speed, and they lost control of the car. After a few spins, they hit a wall. He doesn't talk about it much. I don't know how he still feels bad for those traitors. All I know is that  my Gang would never do that to me. 

I turned around after I gained control of my stomach, and then followed the others to the "spot". I was surprised at how small the place really was. Just this tiny clearing in the middle of a forest like structure. I noticed a tiny patch of dirt, and pointed to it.

"That's where the fight is happening?" I asked.

"Yeah. Just this little patch. But obviously with the exception of Banshee. He'll take to the trees. It's great to see the expressions on their faces when he pounces on one of them," Ricardo coughed before continuing, "Banshee, didn't you break that kid's arm last time you jumped on him?"

Banshee smiled. 

"Yeah. Not intentionally. He was scrawny."

I found a log in which I could set up my Equipment. By Equipment, I mean my one Acoustic Guitar. I faced myself towards where the fight would happen, and smiled. Tonight would be a remarkable fight. Another one we'd win, in my opinion. Throughout the History of The Criminal Outrage, we never have had one loss. It's pretty amazing...to me, at least. All my friends at School think I'm lying when I even talk about being in a Gang. That's because they know I am and they are jealous...right?

"Ok. Well, this will be good. We'll come an hour early to prepare," Ricardo stated. He turned around and started trotting towards the car.

That night was really intense for me. I kept feeling like...I don't know exactly the feeling. Oh, yeah. Anxious. I have a hard time with words when I'm talking really fast. 

Like intended, we arrived an hour early, all of our weapons prepared and ready to fight. Maddog was freaking out because he wanted blood, and Stick was chain-smoking. The only thing not intended that Morning at 12:00 A.M was that the opponents were already there.

"Get down! I didn't know they'd be ere'!" Ricardo whispered to us. We hid behind a wall, and watched. One of them started climbing a tree.

"His technique for climbing is just sad," Banshee whispered.

No one responded. We were so awe-struck. They all had pistols. I then became more tense than I'd ever been in my Life.

"Ok. We attack from the left and right sides. Sly, you flank," Ricardo said.

Although I was tense, I also realized that Sly had been here the whole time. He was VERY quiet. 

We split up. I went from the right side, with Stick, Sling, and Banshee. Banshee soon disappeared into the trees, which left just Stick, Ricardo and me. I looked out into the distance to see Maddog and Winchester, ready to attack. Winchester quietly went around the front. The time for the fight counted down. My Heart was racing faster and faster every second I was there and-

"YAH!!!!!"

I heard Banshee's typical scream, declaring the fight. A flash of leaves, and then Banshee, pouncing. The opponents instantly started firing shots, but being the fighter he is, Banshee evaded. Winchester then busted through some bushes and charged into the front of the Gang. He whipped one of the opponents around and eventually launched him. I was supposed to be playing Guitar, but why now? It was a bit too late, and the fighting arena was too small. Winchester bashed through a bunch of them as Stick dashed in. I saw him throw a cigarette, and then he was gone. More gunshots followed. Ricardo stood from a distance, launching rocks from his Sling. I saw an enemy get hit in the head with one of the rocks, and he went down very quickly, like he'd been hit by a bull. Maddog laughed insanely as he fired random shots into the crowd. I ran in by myself, with my fists ready. I came from the side of someone and dragged them to the ground, punching them furiously as they fell. Sly flanked someone, and I heard the loud stabbing sound. I've never approved of his killer-ways, but he just grew up that way.

A loud crashing noise erupted in the air, and I went down. I felt someone slugging my back, and hard. I could stand. Every time I did so, my head would slam back down. I finally twisted around, and kicked widely. I landed a kick to the face of the target. He grabbed me, and before I could put my thoughts together, I was flying through some pointy bushes. I hit a tree with tremendous force, and my vision blurred. All I saw were images of people falling. People being tackled. People being shot. I could make out Winchester's face as he rushed towards me. He grabbed me and picked me up. Everything seemed to go by in seconds. The last thing I saw was Winchester collapsing with me on his shoulders. I hit the ground, and fainted.