Criminal Minds

First Mission

The man begins to step closer to me, the rusted floor creaking with every stomp his foot makes. Thump, Thump, Thump. I don't know what's louder, my heart beat or the way his feet makes the floor crumble. He isn't even big, he's skinny but muscular as hell. We call him Wonho, my supposed "boss."

I curl my legs up and hide my chest as I crawl against the wall out of fear. "I won't hurt unless you make me." Wonho says with a hint of annoyance. I don't move a muscle then I feel his strong hands grab at my legs and pull me, dragging me. I try to kick and fight back. "Kid, stop. You're not strong enough." The boss hushed them. "First off, lets introduce ourselves. We're a gang and we have rules. If you don't follow these rules, you die. Simple. I'm very assertive so that's something you will have to get used to. He puts both of his hands onto the arms of the chair they tied me up against yet again. His cold breath inching towards the back of my neck, why should a kid go through this? But maybe...I'm not a kid. I've never had a decent childhood not what a normal kid would expect.

I never had the chance to play with military action figures or anything, I was always expected to be a grownup, always pushed around. "I'll teach you how to be a man." He pushed me onto the floor. "Rule Number two, we don't snitch on each other. Ever hear about that term 'snitches get stitches' yeah well it's way worse in this group, let me tell you that now." He laughed to himself followed by the chatter erupting throughout the room. "Real number three, it's required to have some sorcery of weapon on you, whether it be a handgun or a knife, you never know when it will be needed. But remember that we're a gang that basically partakes in robberies since we care most about the money." He started rubbing his thumb and index finger together to make that money hand movement.

I can't believe I'm going to be handling an actual gun. Me?! This is actually kind of cool, almost like every teenager guy's dream but of course for a war and nothing else. I'm against violence but I'm starting to change my aspect. I mean, the way that they teach me, they let me understand that gangs aren't that bad, we're a family in a way but I just wish the family wasn't so strict but since their the most wanted, I can see why. Their on the run and now I'm their bait.

I pull my gun up and make my first shot against the target. "Not bad for an amateur." Says one of the members. "Have a more intimidating look on your face. Let that victim know that you are a fate that's worse than death. You have to let them know that. Or else will they take you seriously? No."

Be a fate worse than death, be a fate worse than death. I keep repeating that over and over as I keep punching the red boxing bag to build up the strength.

It's been three years of being trained and no one has found me yet, I don't think they will anytime soon. But my mom...if she loved me like she said she did then why isn't she here? Why isn't she here to protect me? I take one punch. Did she forget me? I add in one more. Am I just not important to her anymore? Was her words to me nothing but just creeping lies? I take one last punch. She really did abandon me...

Tears won't come out, they can't. Maybe they finally made their way into my head. Maybe they were right all along.

They made me go out with them on my first drug deal experience. They had me experience what it was like, getting away from the cops was a war. Helicopters roaming around, soaring through the skies with their blinking lights. Police cars shifting from one gear to another, trying to find and track down our route but they can never find us.

I grab my silver handgun. "Father are you proud of your son? The son that you left behind?" I stare at a smiley photo of little me and my father. I put the gun onto the frame and shoot at my father. "Now you're really dead to me." I reload my gun. "Make that double dead." I put my handgun in my pocket as I exit the room. "Ready? Now it's time for you to show us your use."

"Go for the money then leave, if you can't handle that, I'll kill you myself you got it? We've never gotten caught and we've been wanted for years, let's not ruin our streak now. We're basically gods, we have the whole world in our hands. Don't let me down."

We put down the walker talkie and drive down to the nearest gas station because that's where the real cash is. Next destination is the bank but that's for a later time.

I can't let boss down.