The Teenage Menace

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If you know the artist, I got this off of Google and would like to give credit where is due...

"You got what you owe me?" She asked, puffing out the smoke of her cigarette.

"Y-Yes ma'am." The boy shook, handing her the stack of cash.

She counted and hummed In approval, sending the kid away. She threw the cigarette on the ground, walking out of the alleyway. Behind her was several sirens of police, who became so corrupt they just shoot anybody they want.

Nobody gets help.

Nobody is safe.

It's a kill or be killed world now.

Tord Larsson decided it was best to just have America as his own, the rest of the world would just be too much work. Alison couldn't agree more, just allowing people to run rapid through the streets was tedious enough.

Larsson high was the worst school in every single way. Abusive teachers, horrible staff, and even worse students. Everyone under eighteen was required to go, or they would be killed along with their families and friends.

"Tris, Alex!" She yelled, passing another alleyway. "I swear to God if you don't come out here in ten seconds-"

"Relax, were right here." Alex sighed.

"Yup!" Tris chirped, popping the 'P'.

Tris and Alex were Alison's 'bitches' (her own words.) They followed her every command, and were the only kids in this part of the city that didn't owe her anything, except their lives.

Years ago she saved Tris from a random police raid on her family's home, Tris was about to be raped at gunpoint, but Alison ended that before the guy could take her top off.

Alex was saved from an abusive household, and a drug deal gone wrong. Both girls accepted, with a bit of time for Alex, to be best friends with Alison. Best friends soon turned to doing the thing Alex loved most, which was fucking around with people and messing with society.

The 'fun' parts of being her best friend (Killing people, more drug deals, ect.) would be helped by Alex. Both Alex and Alison agreed that Tris was far too innocent for anything like that, so she was there simply for the poor girls own protection. And to find love. That was a huge part in this agreement.

Yet on the other side of town, sat an inventor stared at his newest invention, with a huge grin. His wife walked in with a sigh, wrapping her arms around her husband.

"Come to bed..." she groaned sleepily.

"Fine, fine." His husky Norwegian accent said, sending shivers down her spine.

He chuckled and turned around, lifting her up bridal style. They had the happiest marriage that anybody had ever seen, you know, for like a terrorist who successfully took over America. They had their fights, yet both could agree their badass selves were happy.

Their daughter was taken care of, Paul making sure she stayed out of danger. Neither of the two knew she would take after Tord, even without raising her.

Paul smiled to himself as he watched her walk in the darkness, the two girls following beside her. She truly was Tords daughter. He turned around and walked back home, unknowing of the three pairs of eyes following his silhouette until he disappeared.

Alison sighed and shook her head, walking the two girls home. Alex was now living with Tris, Alison 'helped' with that decision. Just before the reached their house, a click of the safety turning off sounded from behind them.

The girls looks at Alison for orders, but were soon surrounded by men. In a split second the men erupted into flames, a sadistic smirk laid upon Alison's face. The girls gasped shocked, Alison had her hand on a button which would erupt the area into flames.

Came in handy in situations like this.

The girls finally made it home, Alison made it back to her home, and her parents were asleep. What could go wrong?