Phases Eight

Phase 2 Leo

Will despised Jake's hobby of street racing. He would've encouraged Jake with whole heart , if Jake had continued his expertise in racing off-road and bringing trophies home. Jake had such a high order potentiality in racing, but he wasted it in the streets. When Jake began his career as a street racer, Will pestered him to join back in tournaments. Jake sighed at the horrible idea and delivered his well-prepared dialogue

"What's there in winning tournaments? You receive shining trophies and get to appear handsome before cameras. It's all just vanity that disappears within a blink of an eye. The real game is in the streets"

Jake's game was a monopoly. Monopoly in the sense not the board game you play with coins and fake money, it was the game between life and death. If one wishes to take a move forward there was no way in hell for him to look back. It was a game played by adrenaline and wits, which ran through each and every nerve of Jake. People feared him, admired him, envied him or even attacked him. Very few of them knew the mighty Jake Turner also had a family like normal people to care and protect.

Will wanted make a run for his life, but he couldn't make it. His gut was searing in pain. His heart thumped against his ribs pleading for a way to abscond. Four men stood around him. Escapism seemed impossible.

The guy who hit Will, tapped the rod against the ground making out a tune. He had spiky hair, crooked nose, and wore ragged clothes and long chains. He looked young, but the creases on his forehead, increased his age by ten years.

He bent lower to face Will. "Honestly I didn't want to give up my bike for a low life like you, Turner. For me it's priceless, but for you, relinquishing it would be worth your life. Decide for yourself"

Will wanted to plead the cold-blooded hooligan who was ready to take his life for granted. He had important duties in life before he could die. He shouldn't leave his daughter to suffer alone. He needed to live for Jeanne.

"Please..pl" Words failed him. As the words made its way out of his mouth, agony shot from the bottom of his stomach. Squeezing his stomach, he croaked out something unrecognizable in the English grammar.

"Jay..ma brodher" Eventually the dimwitted people around him figured out.

"Brother? Theo, have we caught the wrong man?" said the guy, turning towards his comrade who resembled him.

"I've heard Jake has a twin. Rob, I think it must be him" said Theo

"Really? That's wonderful! Let's see whether our Jake trades my bike for his brother's life" smirked Rob

He raised the rod, to knock out Will in a blow. His face was filled with anticipation to perfect the assault. Will shut his eyes tight and recalled all the good memories of his life. His heartbeat was so loud that even Rob would've heard it. He waited for his bones to be broken, but nothing happened for awhile.

Why does it takes so long?

He opened his eyes and found Rob's eyes fixed at something behind him. Will turned around, and was astonished to see the girl from the memorial.

The girl looked completely different. Her grim expression from before, was changed to a thirty-two-teeth showing smile. She had light brown eyes and a pointed nose, which hid below the rim of the black fedora hat she wore. Will noticed her long hair was missing, as it was packed under the hat. Will negotiated with her through eye contact.

This is not a child's play. Run away till you're out of their sight. I don't want you to be hurt more.

"Hey kids. Aren't you ashamed to take down a man who has lost his ground?" yelled the young Hamilton. She looked down as a protesting feminist would do and winked at Will.