Stranger » Malum

Accident

A/N: There is gang violence ahead. This will probably be the only chapter with it. Just thought I'd give you a heads up.

I knew from the start that I lived on the bad side of town, it gave me a much needed thrill. My life was boring, plain, monotone. That's probably why I didn't have any friends, I couldn't manage to keep a friend for more than three days without my dark side putting on a show.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a murder. My dark side takes over and reveals my pent up anger, my anger for my family disappearing. My anger for my shitty job. My anger for myself, for liking boys more than girls.

There is just so much anger.

I still had my vulnerability of course. It didn't show often.

I worked at a fancy restaurant, washing dishes. I probably could have been a waiter if I didn't have tattoos, or if my shower worked everyday.

I was on my way back when I got distracted by the heartbreaking sounds of a distressed cat.

Without hesitation I was on my way down the alley, not paying attention to the graffiti littering the alley walls. That was probably the reason the things happen the way they did.

I hope my landlord doesn't mind me bring home another cat.

I had just located the poor little black cat when I was shoved against the brick wall.

"What the fuck are you doing on our territory?" A man with close cropped hair spits, his hands gripping my jacket.

There was a nearly identical man my left, both sporting dark red sweatpants and a yellowing wife beater.

That was when I spotted the fading green spray paint on the wall across from me. It was clearly a medieval helmet, the feathery plume was painted yellow there was a black Z splayed haphazardly through it. A gang sign, the Knightz were a gang I've never crossed before. Meaning they were new to the area, fresh, hungry to make a name. Dictating I wasn't about to make it out of this alley with a slap on the wrist.

My face remained blank, I learned well enough the first time I encountered a gang not to speak.

"Smart boy." The man in front of me praised, nodding a bit to show emphasis.

He released me, taking a few steps back. He was watching me like a hawk, trying to decipher my next move.

Running was never a good idea, either you're shot after a few steps or they put a number over your head.

I straighten my jacket instead, after the front was smoothed out I placed my hands in my front pocket casually.

"You part of a gang boy?" The other guy asks, pulling the cigarette out from in between his lips.

"Not officially." I answer truthfully, sometimes gangs are like brothers or they respect one another.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The one in front of me asks, he's obviously of higher authority.

"I'm from the south. Guth Boys territory, I own one of their safe houses." I explain nonchalantly. In case they could make it back to their so-called base, they'd stay over at my place.

He let's out a low whistle, "Damn, and how old are you?"

"18." A lot of gang members start out early, mostly doing small jobs, collecting drug money or being a look out.

A slow menacing grin appears on his face, I realize my mistake.

"Good thing too, we have a rule against children."

I'm not going to go into detail about what happened, they hit me, I hit them a few times, they fled once they thought they'd done enough damage.

"Andy! Call an ambulance!" A female yells, running over to me and flipping me over sometime later.

"He's breathing!" She exclaims.

She says something else, her face blurs badly before

Everything

Goes

Black.