Unforgiven

Chapter 2

Chapter Two: Fallen Dead

The five boys walked out of the arcade. The stars were shining, and the moon provided a glistening light. The busy street was now silent and deserted.

The boys laughed and goofed around. "Looks like that girl was also checking you out, Spence.", said Napoleon with a big grin from ear to ear. Spencer ignored Napoleon's comment and kept telling jokes with Dave.

Shawn was still being his quiet self, but he laughed once in a while. Mark was playing a game on his phone while Napoleon observed from the back.

"Hey kiddos, it's pretty late for you to be out alone, isn't it?", said a voice from behind the group of boys.

The startled boys turned around to see John, Paco, and three other Downside Dragons.

The five boys were just yards away from some of the most ruthless people in the city. Cold-blooded killers before their eyes, the boys were very scared now.

"Ha, I guess that's true," said a timid Spencer, "I guess we'll be on our way then." Spencer and the rest of the boys didn't wait for a response. They quickly turned around and started walking away.

"Hey, not so fast. Why don't you stick around and hang out with us?", said one of the gang members, pulling out a switchblade knife from his back pocket.

"No thanks. It's taco night, can't be late or my ass is done for." said Mark, just as scared as the rest of the teens.

"Mmm... Tacos. Mind if I come?" said Paco. The boys were really scared now. They decided to make a mad dash to the 24-hour pharmacy three blocks away.

"Run!", yelled Shawn. The five boys started running, and the Dragons gave chase. "Get back here!" yelled John, his switchblade now in his hands.

The boys were almost there, the pharmacy just yards away. The Dragons, however,were hot on the teens' tails. Their chests were pounding, their legs aching, and the boys tried their best not to stumble and fall.

Mark was starting to lag behind, gasping for air and breathing heavily.

"C'mon Mark! Don't stop running!" yelled Spencer making his way back to his tired friend.

"We're comin' for ya, kiddos!" yelled one of the Dragons. All five of the Dragons had switchblade knives and brass knuckles. Each one had the trademark red and black Downside Dragons uniform.

Napoleon stumbled and fell. Shawn and Dave stopped briefly to pick him up. They were nearly there, just a couple of more feet.

Mark and Spencer lagged behind the others, but they were grabbed by the Dragons which had now caught up to them.

"Help!" yelled Mark. Spencer was being beaten with brass knuckles, his face now bloody from the barrage of punches from one of the Dragons. Mark wasn't doing so well either. Paco was attacking him with a passionate anger.

John and the other two Dragons caught up to Napoleon, Shawn, and Dave, and they too were taking a pounding.

Mark and Spencer tried fighting back but it was no use. Crimson drops of blood fell on the floor. "Help!" yelled Dave as John dealt a critical punch on the front of his face.

As the boys were being beaten to death, the pharmacy owner heard the cries for help and phones the police. The owner hoped it wouldn't be too late.

Shawn managed a punch on his attacker, but it lead to him receiving a deafening hit to the face, landing him unconscious.

Blood splashed everywhere now. Most of the boys were unconscious, except for Mark and Spencer. Paco was still beating Mark, his face now covered in blood.

"Stop it! Just stop it!", yelled Spencer, grabbing a hold of the Dragon's hand mid-punch. The Dragon then pulled out his switchblade and leaned in closer to Spencer.

"You wanna be the hero, kid?", smiled the Dragon, revealing a glistening crooked smile.

The knife glistened in the moonlight, and with a terrible force the Dragon jabbed it into Spencer's shoulder.

"Aaaagghhh!!" cried an agonized Spencer. Blood poured from were the knife had penetrated his skin.

Just then, police sirens were heard. "Dammit! The cops are coming!" said one of the Dragons that was looting Napoleon's unconscious body.

"Well, I guess we just shoot them, eh boys?" said John ecstatically.

The rest of the Dragons cheered and pulled out their concealed guns.

"Please... Don't...",hesitated Mark, extending his right hand towards Paco.

"Listen kid, I don't wanna do this to you, really. But I have to or my ass is done for. We wouldn't want that now, would we?", said Paco, who was loading his revolver.

Mark was now staring at the barrel of the gun. He trembled with fear at what was going to happen.

"No! Don't do it!", yelled Spencer, who was clutching his left shoulder.

BANG! The shot echoed throughout the street.

Mark wasn't moving. His lifeless body laid there on the sidewalk. "You bastards! You killed one of my best friends!", yelled Spencer enraged at the fact that one of his closest friends was now dead.

Spencer started tearing up, and moved closer to Mark's body. The police sirens were getting closer, and the Dragons had no choice but to retreat.

"Before we go, lemme shoot this little prick.", said Paco.

BANG! Another shot was heard. This time, the bullet whizzed into Spencer's lower back. "Ahh!!" cried Spencer. He fell on top of Mark's body.

The Dragons scattered, and the cops approached. Spencer closed his eyes and said, "I'm sorry I couldn't help you Mark."

Then everything went black.