The Criminal Outrage

Chapter 6

My eyes opened. 

"You went out quick, man," Sly mentioned, coming in through the window, holding a knife.

I didn't care to answer. I was only focused on his knife. The very tip was pure red. It wasn't dripping, but it was there, and I could see it. I struggled to stand up from the couch once I found out that I did fall asleep. Stretching, I watched the other guy's storming in through the same window. Either with bruises and cuts, or with bloody knifes. Finally, I decided to break the brutal silence...

"Uh," I started. "What happened to you all?" I felt awkward. They were Family, but they were all so quiet. 

"Gang Fight," Maddog replied.

I nodded. 

"So...did you kill anyone?"

Maddog decided to respond to me once again while the others sat down to do...nothing.

"No. Almost, but no. Ricardo here stabbed some guy in the side, but he'll be alright after a few weeks in the Hospital."

To anyone who didn't live Life as a criminal, this would sound horrible. If you were someone who lived Life as a criminal, this would sound completely normal, which in this case is me. Every member of the Gang had been to the Hospital. I'd been in for stab wounds, cuts, bruises, muscle tears, and more. Ricardo was shot, along with Maddog and Sly and Winchester. So, it was normal to know that someone was going to the Hospital. The only non-normal thing is the fact that eventually every member would be back. 

I wished that Night (when I couldn't sleep) that I was at the Gang Fight. Those things are fun! You get a good laugh once the opponent trips or slips or something, and that's it. Gang Fights back in the 60's were supposedly very extreme. Two armies destroying each other. There were two sides, but it's hard to recall them because at the time they were happening I was about two years old. Oh, yeah. The sides were "Soc", and "Grease". Although "Soc" is pronounced "Sewsh", I always pronounce it as "Sock". I'm not too sure who won those fights, but they ended once the Hippies came in. Most of the Gangs turned into massive LSD crazed monsters, but the rest of them are either dead or on the run. We've never had problems with any of the Gangs, most likely due to their inactivity, but if I had to roll with any of them, it would be the Greasers. 

I woke up the next Morning with my fists clenched. I wanted to jump someone. It's this weird addiction I have acquired over the years of fighting. Sneaking out of the house, I walked down the various streets until I finally came to the brown House I was looking for. This House was Home of the "Tic Tac Gang". Very stupid name if you ask me, but it fits. They all have an obsession for these Mints, called "Tic Tacs". The first time I heard about them was in 1970, when they weren't so popular. Now, recovering drug-addicts or recovering smokers carry loads of em'. I've never had one, because Ricardo says they'll rot my brain and my insides. I don't understand him when he says that...cause we all smoke. Now, I'm surprised that Stick is still alive at this point. He chain-smokes really hardcore. It's hard to breathe around him.

Making sure not to make any noise, I jumped from the ground and onto the ledge of the roof. I had to scale around it, because I couldn't pull myself up. I've never been one to be afraid of heights, but sometimes it just hits me, and I get sick from being up high. I whipped around, and landed on a ledge next to the window. Unfortunately for me, they did not have the same idea as my Gang. No windows were opened. The Tic Tac Gang was very docile, or at least that's what I thought when I was younger. They were always on the News. Either shooting Police Stations, mugging innocents, and more. I can't say that I haven't mugged innocents, but compared to The Tic Tac Gang I'm fine. This Gang was so secretive that they nailed the windows shut. Knowing about this previously, I brought this tiny screw-driver, that we used to open doors. I unscrewed the windows and carefully walked inside. The house smelled of extreme candy. I like Candy, but the smell of so much of it almost made my nose retreat into my face.

I took out my "famous" switchblade, and started sneaking around. I heard nothing, and the silence was making my ears ring. Although my main objective was to knock someone out, I never thought that I would be spending 6 weeks at that same house.

Why? Well, I thought I was really smart carefully unscrewing the window, but I obviously wasn't. I don't recall making so much noise that the whole Gang woke up. I heard the stomping of feet behind me, and as I turned around, Marty Fisherman was standing there, with a baseball bat. He was the Gang Leader, and the most insane person I'd ever met. He was a long-time enemy of Maddog. Together in a fight they were literally a bull-dozer. They stopped talking after Marty shot Maddog.

"Hm?" Is all Marty said as I stood there in awe. I couldn't speak, my body wouldn't let me.

I blinked right before he slammed the baseball bat downwards, trying to cave my skull in. I circled around with a quick jab to his side. I flashed my switchblade when he turned around, which for some demented reason made him laugh.

"Drop it or you die."

I didn't listen. I poked at him, but he dodged.

"One last chance. Drop the knife or you die."

I slashed with my switchblade, and I felt blood spray onto my face. He fell backwards onto the ground, screaming and thrashing. He stood up just as his friends came in behind me, and I got destroyed, absolutely annihilated. Someone was holding a pool cue, and I felt it crash against the back of my head. Marty finally stood up from his little hissy-fit of pain, and landed a swift kick to my stomach. I lurched forward as the pool cue struck my back. The next few seconds were horrible. I felt the person slam the pool cue so hard on my back that it split in half, and Marty was having his "fair-share" of kicks to my face. 

Unlike the regular "Then everything went black", I have a different closing. Everything went silent as Marty crashed his foot onto my back.