Jason McCann: Forgive

12

"SELENA SELENA SELENA"

The crowd was screaming my name and I smiled.

I was back stage getting ready for yet another show.

After leaving my dad's house I didn't try and find my mom.

It took a lot of will power but I realized that since tacos was initiated she would have been found and killed either way.

I had found the president and blackmailed him into clearing my name and changing it.

Since no one really knew how I looked it was pretty easy to be out in public.

And now here I am, singing my heart out.

It was something I loved but I still had an aching whole in my heart that couldn't seem to close.

Always at the back of my mind letting me know it's there.

Shaking these thoughts away I look up and start heading towards the stage.

"..........I'm so sick of that same old love, my bodies had enough. Ooooooh that same old love. Oooooooh that same old love."

Finishing the song I yell a big 'This is for Ari' before going back stage.

No one knew who Ari was, just that she was someone close to me.

After every concert I've had no matter how much I'd want to just hurry home and eat ice cream I never forgot to say who I was singing for. Ari. The girl made me want to chase after my dreams.

On shows and tv and at concerts I'm Selena Gomez the pop sensation.

But once I'm by myself I find that those dark demons that haunted me before we're still there, even more so if that's even possible.

My nights were filled with those familiar brown eyes and I would wake up in sweat and with a rapid beating heart every time.

Sometimes I wondered how things were going in my gang.

But then I realized it was in the past. Well that's what I keep telling myself at least.

When I initiated tacos I gave my position to Taylor and basically declared myself as a runaway. Or MIA I guess you could say.

The gang would continue without me for as long as need be and would find my parents and put them in a private area. But seeing as how Taylor knew I hated my mother with every bone in my body I colluded only assume she was brought down.

It was moments like these, where I'm sitting on my couch in the dark, that got me wanting to go back.

It would take just one call....

Oh how tempted I am.

But the gang must have moved on.

Turning on the tv to drown out the deafening silence I scowl when I see its on the news channel.

But then I pause.

"Authorities say that they do not know what this means but only that it can be in relation to the gang that has been weakening and weakening, Mauvaises Chiennes.

As we all know about 6 months ago they took a big hit when Anna Kendrick was found and killed by police-"

Turning off the tv I feel that buried rage start to come out.

Anna Kendrick was our 3rd. Never in the spotlight I had her take a short leave when she found out her mother had cancer.

She was our rock after Ari. Always texting and calling from different numbers to make sure we were alright.

Jumping up I pick up the remote once more but instead of pressing the power button I hold onto the input with one hand then press in 3 8 5.

A loud beep rings through the room and then I hear Taylor's voice.

"Cheesecake is that you? You are late for dinner!"

I want to burst out laughing but remember that this was part of the act so as to not gain attention from the gov't and what not.

"I'm coming home right now Daffodil. Don't you worry"

She breaths out a sigh of relief that somehow I know is not apart of the act.

"Johnny ate 2 pickles this morning and 73 olives. He has death I tell you"

I nod even though she can't see me.

"On my way"

Lifting my finger from input and pressing the 9 button I wait till a piercing noise vibrates through the room before tossing it.

At 2 am she's expecting me to be at our 73rd hideout. And once I get there we'll deal with Anna's death.

Smiling slightly as I grab my emergency bag I sigh in relief.

I'd finally be back where I belonged.

_

It didn't take me long to arrive at the hideout considering we have some even in Alaska.

This one was stationed in Spain.

I'd have the team move back to California as soon as everything died down.

Well. As soon as we fixed our major issues.

Sneaking through the streets after parking a stolen car in the middle of Spain's main city I make sure to stay in the shadows.

Men and women walked down the streets occasionally and a couple if times I had to kill a drunk bastard.

I'd went from Gang Leander to Pop Star to Gang leader.

I didn't know if I wanted to go back to being a pop star after this.

It wasn't home.

Walking down a dirty alley I scowl at the rodents that scamper by. It was about dawn but the alley still looked as if it was in a horror film.

Suddenly a man steps out.

"Hey sweet thang what you doing out here alone? it's only big bad wolves out now"

The way he talked made my neck hairs raise.

"I don't think what I'm doing is any of your business now is it?" I reply.

He chuckles darkly.

"Lets play"

Immediately the three others surround me. I had sensed them  pop ou of their hiding spots and I lift my gun and shoot one in between the eyes.

Thank god for silencers.

The gun is swiped from my hand and I lift myself high enough to do a round a house kick and knock it out of who ever snatched its hands.

Grabbing the blade that was tucked in my combat boots I effectively dodge most hits of the now two men left.

Figuring enough was enough I kick one in the legs and have them fall back hard on their head and then I shoot the other one.

Pulling my knife from the leaders eye and wiping it off I continue towards a big green trash can.

Pushing it to the side slightly I press my hand against the brick and watch as a rectangle outlines my hand before finally a camouflaged door is pushed to the side.

Stepping in I nod at Taylor.

"Welcome Back" she exclaims sarcastically as if I had just came from the army.

Rolling my eyes I flip her off.

"Fuck you Swift"

Let the real damage begin.