Gang War Fighters

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Hope's POV

Today's the day I finally finish training and become the new leader of my now, forever family.  Every new leader gets to change the name of the gang, so I'm still thinking of mine but i think i'll leave the name that my father gave. My dad named the gang the Fire Rouges. Wondering where my father is? He's dead. Yup died at the age 42, on June 8th, the day before my 13th birthday. Shot in the heart with an arrow. Pretty cliche if you ask me, I still miss him though. When I found out about my dad's death I knew I had to take over. Not because I'm his only biological child but it felt like the right thing to do. The whole process sucked, I haven't had the proper amount of time to grieve my dad's death. But I'm not alone, so let me introduce my greatest friends ever.

Johnathan, or John for short, is our sniper. Trained as a kid to use any gun. Warning to anyone that pisses him off, your death won't be a peaceful one. John has cropped dirty blond hair and clear blue eyes. Basic surfer boy vibes. I know John as my big brother, when my dad died I had to live with him and his, 2 younger siblings, and his parents. Even though i'm an asshole half time, he's always there to pick up my slack. He's the calmest out of all of us, he kinda has to be considering the fact that the rest of us are crackheads. 

Next is Christopher, or Chris, our hacker. His mom taught him during middle school. He hacked a police computer in 7th grade. He never got caught, at least not by the police. Chris has a short side-do which he usually doesn't even comb properly. He has green emerald eyes and freckles along his nose. His hair is dirty blond, another surfer dude. He's our little joker, he's also my adoptive brother. Starting in 7th grade, his mom was diagnosed with cancer. She had an irremovable brain tumor. So when she died the following summer, he started living with us. My dad and his mom were childhood friends, so of course she asked dad to take care of Chris. 

He started the adoption process, he barely made it, because soon after, he died. 

Last but not least Adrian, our muscle/fighter. He first started learning how to fight at the raw age of 5. He now knows most form of combat and he's still learning many others. Some people may say its work but to Adrian, it's a hobby. He also taught me hand to hand to defend myself, which was pretty cool of  him. He has light brown hair that he likes to keep long. Lucky for him, he has thick and coarse hair so it looks good. He has light brown eyes that go dark when he's mad, honestly it scares me sometimes.

These guys are the greatest thing to ever happen to me, I have no clue where I'd be without them. So yeah today I finally get to lead my gang and now I'm planning my revenge against the gang that killed my father. Cold Arrow.

To become the new leader I have to complete three years of "gang school". Those three years were easy compare to the actual trials. After those three years came the four trials of hell. During those trials I almost quit, but my pride wouldn't let me. The first trial is getting shot, it's like a right of passage because everyone in the gang is gonna get shot at least once by enemy forces. You choose where, I thought that it was pointless choosing so I just told them to shoot. The second trial is where you have to get a tattoo of our symbol. It looks like an ordinary tattoo that normal people would get so the cops don't get suspicious. 

The third trial is hand to hand combat, choose an opponent and win. Only getting 3 tries before immediately failing. Since I'm stupid I chose Adrian to fight against me. Did I mention Adrian is one of the best fighters we have. He had no choice but to go hard on me because I was his pupil and he had specific orders from George. I won by knocking him out of the ring, even that was hard. It took me month but I finally did it, after all that time I have grown as a person and I'm thankful.

The 4th and final stage you have to shoot 20 mobile targets in one minute and you only get one attempt. I practices so hard the week before that trial. John thought I was exaggerating, so i shot him with my bb gun. I did it though, I had like three seconds to spare when I was done. So it was a close call but here I am, finally being introduced with the title of leader. Some of my members are mad that I was made leader at such a young age but it wasn't my fault. 

Through all of the self-conflict, I finally had time to grieve. Today is the day of Dad's death, I was finally given the access card to Dad's vault. He has many vaults but this is his personal one. His Vault of Memory. I wasn't even able to pull out the card when Sam came running towards me. 

"We found him boss, he's in cell 3 in the sub-level. It's time."

Without a thought, I knew what he meant. I ran past him and to his cell. My eyes burned with my unshed tears of anger. Finally I'll be able to torture the man that killed my father and reem havoc on his gang. 

Soon everyone will see the damage the Fire Rouges can cause.

Note: After all this time, I finally edited and changed everything. I wrote this in 6th grade and I my writing abilities have gotten better. Holy shit, it's been a while. Thank you for your patience with this cringy story. I'll probably change the title soon, sorry.