Chapter 4
I snorted, Mountain Dew spewing out of my nose. "What?!" Chris nodded. "Yep. West Side attack at the abandonded factory this morning. Three injured, two uninjured." I whipped my head toward him. "How many West Side dudes?" "About ten. They bumped up their attack, too: They were armed with knives this time." I looked down at my now empty Mountain Dew can, crunching it in my now clenched hand. Then I jumped up, looking down at Chris. "Know anyone who sells knives?"
We swerved into the Jamestown Flea Market, home to some of the cheapest things on the planet. Great place to shop. I had a twenty in my pocket; just enough for knives. Chris had the money for lunch. I jumped forward, the board hitting the back of my foot. Chris screetched to a halt beside me, grinning. "I see him. Hey, Tater-Tot!" I looked over to see a short, spunky teen with a bright red mohawk and brown eyes. His outfit stood out: a red, green, and purple shirt with black gym shorts. "KC, this is Tater-Tot. His real name's Tracker, but he's really short. He's 18." He looked like he was, like, twelve. Dude, you need steroids. Bad. "He moved here from Texas. He joined last week." Tater-Tot jogged over to us. "Hey, dog! Wassup?!" Chris high-fived him. "Hey, Tot! Nuthin' much. You got any more knives?" Tot grinned, leading us to his station, where there was about sixty knives on display. Literally. I'm not kidding. Dude's selling SIXTY freakin' knives at the age of eighteen. What the heck? "Dude, how much?" Tot looked at me. "How many you need?" I looked over at Chris. "How many homies we got in the gang?" Chris computed some calculations. "We have twenty, so get about forty, just in case more join." I looked back at Tot, who looked amazed. "Okay, how's this: Forty knives for twenty bucks." Perfect! I nodded, smiling, and pulled the money out of my pocket. "Man, the gang's gonna love these!" I put the knives in the bag, thanking Tater Tot for the knives and the deal. "Aw, it's nuthin. Anything for another gang member!" Then Chris and I shot out of there, heading toward Jake's house first, since it was closest.
I knocked on the front door of Jake's house, Chris backing me up. Jake's mother came to the door, Jake's two-year-old brother Charlie in her arms. Behind her, the fam was going crazy, as usual. "Hey, guys! Jake's upstairs. Come in, come in!" We walked through the doorway, a red dodgeball almost thwacking my face when I ducked below it, the ball flying into the yard. "Whoa there, sport!" Devin, Jake's seven-year-old bro, came tearing through the hall, chasing the ball outside. I chuckled, walking into the kitchen where Jake's dad and Jake's thirteen-year-old sister Chanelle was cooking something delicious. I waved at them and headed upstairs with an alert Chris following me. I kniocked on Jake's door, hearing Lecrae blare out of his boombox. The music paused and Jake's face popped out of his door. "Hey, guys! What's up? Come on in!" He opened the door up all the way, sitting down at his computer. "Check it!" He pulled up a video on Windows Media Player, which played automatically. I knew at once that it was his Gotee Records promo. He's been trying to get noticed for a year. After it was done, we congradulated him. "So, what's up, my homies?" I looked at him. "Have you heard about the recent West Side attacks with their added attack on East Side peeps?" Jake nodded. "Well, I decided to get everyone a knife, so they could fight back." I handed him a knife with a eagle engraved in the handle. "Dang, man! High-quality wood and a blade that's really sharp. Thanks, guys." He held it properly. "It fits perfectly! Wow, you guys are great!" I grinned and locked eyes with Chris, who was grinning with me. I looked back at Jake, who was still gawking over his knife. "Well, dog, we gotta hand these other knives out, so we'll be in touch." We headed out, fighting the family to the door. The other houses were like that, just minus the promo and the dodgeball.
I walked into my room, throwing my bag on the bed and my shoes on the floor. Then I headed to the bathroom, shutting the door and leaning on it, sighing. I walked toward the sink, turning the faucet on and splashing my face with the cool water. I looked up into the mirror and rubbed under my right eye, now noticing the dark circles forming under my eyes. I haven't been able to get good sleep ever since the incident, but now I haven't even been able to sleep period. I groaned and sat on the edge of the tub, holding my head in my heads. I wasn't sure what to do. I mean, would you know what to do with THIRTY kids in your gang alone and seven other gangs to take care of? And they were all about to fight WAY stronger gangs? [There's about fifteen gangs over there.] On top of that, you couldn't sleep because of what happened four years ago that still gives you nightmares and the fact that you were an orphan? I didn't think so. I stood up and headed toward my room, laying down on my bed. I sighed and turned over, knowing that I wouldn't be able to sleep. Chris poked his head in. "Hey, Case, can I come in?" I sat up. "Yeah." He came in and sat down on the bed. "What's wrong, Casey?" I sighed and looked down. "I haven't been able to sleep since...since what Demon did to me. He done more than stab me." Chris snorted. "I can tell. You're starting to get circles under your eyes. What happened?" I wiped a tear from my eye. "Remember at the training at school, I said something about what we've been through? What were my examples?" Chris thought for a minute. "Fire, Fights, Loss, and....oh. Rape." I smiled weakly. "Bingo. Give the kid a prize. He took me to a party, and I used to like him. We were going out. Then we went to his apartment with a few guys and then they locked the doors and the windows, closed the blinds. I thought it was for security measures. Then they went to the bedroom, and I followed. I wasn't the omega of the pack. I was 'the chick Demon was dating' to the gang. Then, when we were all in there, they locked the door and hid the key somewhere, so I couldn't run away. And that's when I realized what was going on. They pulled out handcuffs and chained me to the bed. It was one of those beds that had the metal bars for a headboard. After they chained me, Demon charged. I screamed for help the whole time, but the other guys were egging him on. And then, when he was done, the other guys took turns, like a ride at Carowinds or something. This went on until about eight in the morning, when I was so tired, I was KO'ed. They cleaned up and unhooked me from the bed, unlocking the door. I hurt and ached so bad. Then Demon heard me cry out, so he went in there and stabbed me over ten times. That's when someone heard the noise, called the cops, and they found me, near death, barely breathing, and laying in a small pool of blood. They never sought out the one who did it. Then we made the truce and I came over here. Haven't been able to sleep well ever since. That's why, when we battle, I'm gonna tear him to strips and then burn that." I didn't notice that I was crying and quivering with anger. Chris came closer and took me into his arms. Now it was me who was tensing up at someone's touch. Chris held me like a loving father holds his daughter when her boyfriend broke up with her. He held me until I fell asleep in his arms, then laid me down, quietly sneaking out of my room.
I woke up to the morning light, feeling a new day dawning as it poured over me. I smiled, yawning. Then I froze, realizing I actually slept well. I thanked God for a great sleep and got my rebellion clothes on. My new protest T-Shirt was laid out with some jeans and my new shoes. I slipped into the outfit, grabbed my board and ran downstairs where Chris was crashed out on the couch, his song-pad beside him. He was writing a new song. Cool. I looked down to see a large drool spot and snickered, writing him a note:
Hey man! Went down to the skate store to get stuff for the protest today. See ya there!
--Skatin' Homie,
KC
P.S.: Don't forget to wipe up your drool, dog. Yo dreamin' of food again? :P
I walked into the skate store, where Mrs. Macheffer was helping a short teen with emo hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing a beanie, a torn tank-top, black skinnys, and high top DC's. I recognized him as Ryan from school. He owns his own skateboard company, Chaos Skate Decks, and he has his own gang. Mrs. Macheffer left him and I walked over to him. "Hey, Moose!" He whirled around and nodded. "What's up, KC!" I shrugged. "Eh. You comin to the protest?" He nodded. "Yep. Just talking with Chris's mom bout it. We'll be there. I'm bringing Chaotic with me." Chaotic was his gang. "You hear about the West Side attacks on our side?" Moose shook his head. "Here. Give these to your gang." I handed him six knives, which he stuck in his pocket. "Thanks, dog! I have to go round Chaotic up, so talk to you later!" He rode out with protest bracelets and T-Shirts. I smirked and went to the counter, where Mrs. Macheffer was hauling the last of the T-Shirts and bracelets onto the truck. "Ready?" I nodded, and we headed to the skate spot, me on my board, her in the truck.
We pulled up to see all of the East Side skaters waiting, armed with signs and stuff like that. I grabbed a bracelet and slipped it on, climbing into the skate spot. I went over to Chris, who smiled when he saw me. His smile was different, more....sincere. Hmm... I walked over to the gang, who was anxiously waiting for me to get there. "Hey guys, you ready to protest? Everyone's here!" I rode up to the highest ramp, standing at the top with a megaphone. "We skaters have a say in the destruction of this park. We helped make it into what it is today, and we're not gonna let it fall without a fight. We want to talk with the president of the Advert company." A bulky, fat dude came out of the crowd. "Are you the President of Advert?" He yelled in answer. "Yes!" I heard some skaters shout in hatred at him. "Skaters! Quiet!" Everyone shut up. I rode down the ramp to face the dude. "Why tear down the skate park?" He sighed. "We need more buildings! And we can't tear down the skate store." When he said that, he sparked an idea in my head. "If you help fund my new idea, then you can. We can reserve a corner here to build a skate store, and then we skaters can test our equipment here to see if it's right, and then you can have the spot that the skate store takes up now. Are you up to it?" The dude nodded. We shook hands and I told the rest of the East Side what's happening. Everyone cheered and we set out to prep for the construction workers to build the new skate store.
A week later...
I scratched the back of my head as I stood in line for the bus to Winston-Salem. It turns out that I have to go see what's up with the whole truce thing, since everyone's a wimp and I know every twist and turn. Even Chris stayed back. I almost murdered him when he said he was staying. Eh, well, he's in charge until I get back. I jumped onto the bus, paying the driver two bucks and taking a seat. We made about five stops before we pulled up to Winston-Salem's bus stop, the area bringing up old memories and flashbacks. I stepped off the bus to see an old friend waiting for me. "Hey, Casey, what's new?" "Nothin much, Thunder." Thunder [His real name's Charlie] was a sixteen-year-old, colored, cool dude with black hair and turquoise eyes. He always wore blue, black, and white. He lived in a condo with Thadeius [seven, real name's Chuck] and Fhadeius [ten, real names Buck] and he has two parents, who are never there. Thunder nodded. "Man, Demon's been different since that night. He's been... changed." Thunder tried to talk the others out of the little thing at the apartment, but it didn't work. I snorted. "I'm still not takin that sleazebag back. I still can't sleep peacefully. Anyway, my mom just died a month ago, which didn't help at all. Then, we're getting attacked by this side, so I'm here to see what's up." Thunder gulped. "He's tryin to get your attention. He wants you back. And, if you say no, then it's all-out war. Before that starts, though, I'm heading to the East Side. I'm joining your gang, if you're in a gang." I nodded. "I'm the alpha of the Wild Grinders. You know, the gang that's on top." Thunder raised his eyebrows, shocked. "Really?! Holy crap! Demon's gonna spaz! He thought you were living on the streets and that you were gonna come back whining and wanting him back. He was gonna give you the omega spot. He's gonna be pissed. " I grinned. "Well, let him be pissed. I'm gonna go talk with him. But, before that, can I visit the Stormgliders's hideout?" Hey, they were my fave gang back then. Don't be hatin'. Thunder nodded. "They've missed you the most. Come on!" We jumped on our boards and sped downtown, heading toward the Hideaway, the surburbs of Winston-Salem.
I walked into the abandonded home of the Stormgliders, seeing old and new faces. Only one dude noticed me and whooped. "Hey guys! Check it! It's Casey, Demon's old girlfriend!" Then he whistled, checking me out. This dude was anotha' skater who was an old friend. His name is Ryan Collier. He has brown bedraggled hair and blue eyes, and he's sixteen. He's always in black. He also hates apricots. Just lettin ya know. I glared playfully and he laughed, his hair bouncing. I rolled my eyes and I went into the kitchen where there was a dude digging through the fridge. "Dangit! Alright, where'd ya'll put the Sun Drop?" I heard Ryan burst out laughing and the guy in front of me groan. "Come on, dog! Not funny!" I snorted and he turned around to show a colored dude who looked pretty dope. He was wearing a white hoodie with a matching hat, blue jeans, and black tennis shoes. His face kinda looked like Lecrae. I nodded and he smiled. "Hey, who's girl is this?" Thunder popped in. "Nobody's, now. She's the girl Demon used to love. You remember the story at the apartment?" He nodded. "Well, this is the girl." I grinned, and his mouth dropped. "You're.... wow." I looked over and saw the Sun Drop on the counter. I grabbed two and handed him one. He grabbed it and yelled into the living room: "Ha-ha, very funny!" I snickered and went to sit down at the table to see a Rottweiler in my spot. "Rex, get down, boy! You crazy pup." He jumped down and I sat in the chair, the fridge dude sitting down. "Name's KC. What's yo name?" He looked up to meet my gaze. "Jason, but everyone calls me Wolf. Where'd you go for the last four years? I mean, you've been my hero." I smirked. "Went to the East Side for a fresh start. Now, I'm the alpha of the Wild Grinders, the top dog gang. But, I'mma find out what's up with this truce thing, and what's goin on; West Side peeps are attacking our side, so soon it might be an all-out war. I'm stayin for a week, though, so your 'hero' is gonna be here for a couple of days. I'm actually thinking about taking the Stormgliders over to the East Side with me. Over there, you don't need to worry about rape, theft, death, things like that. Well, actually, my mom just died in a fire from a dropped cigarette, so, eh. It depends. It's fun there." Jason seemed excited. "Sweet! That'll be epic!" I smiled. "Hey, Wolf, you heard of Christ?" He looked at me all confused. "Christ?" I nodded. "He was crucified on the cross for our sins; the bad things we do. Demon doesn't know about him, and he didn't listen to me earlier. Are you willing to become a Christian?" He thought about it for a minute and nodded, eager. "Ok, so God created the whole world and everything on it. It talks about it in His book, the Bible. He created the heavens and the earth. And he created two people, a man and a woman. Adam and Eve were their names. And they lived in paradise for a long time. And, in the center of this garden, there was this special tree, which God commanded Adam and Eve NOT to eat the fruit off of. But, one day, Eve was walking past the tree when this snake slithered out of it. The snake was the Devil, or Satan, and he tempted Eve to eat the fruit, telling her it would open her eyes. And she ate the fruit, had Adam eat it, and then they realized that they were naked. So they made clothes out of leaves and hid from God, who cast them out of the garden and put an angel at each entrance. Then Adam and Eve had kids, which had kids, and so on. Then, one day, this virgin, Mary, was pregnant with a kid. And the guy she was going to marry, Joseph, didn't want to humiliate Mary, so he planned to break up with her in silence. But, then an angel told Joseph not to, that this child was one of the Holy Spirit, not another dude. Yo with me so far?" Wolf nodded. "So, on a starry night, this couple came to Bethlehem, where they were looking for a place to crash for the night. But, everywhere was full. So, they found a stable, and that's where our Savior, Jesus, was born. And people came from far and wide to see this miracle, because it was prophesized that the Messiah would be coming soon. So, Jesus was born, and that's how Christmas came along to be. The Christmas tree stands for the wooden cross that Jesus was crucified on for our sins. God gave his only son so that, if we believed in Him, we wouldn't be thrown into the eternal lake of fire, or Hell. The presents stand for the gifts that the kings and people brought for Jesus. But, there's arguement that He was born around Easter, so, we can't tell. Here's the cool thing: When JC was crucified, He was put inside a stone tomb and a huge circular stone covered the door. But, on the third day, Mary and a couple of other women went to put things outside of the tomb to see the stone rolled away from the doorway and the tomb was empty! When they started to panic, an angel came to them and sat on top of the rolled-away stone and told them the Messiah has came back to life! He stayed for a month, and then went up to Heaven, telling everyone He'll be back for His followers." Wolf snorted. "Kinda sounds like Jesus has His own Twitter account and everyone who follows him will be taken with him when he comes back! Am I right?" I laughed and nodded. "Yep. Nice comparison. So, if you come back with me, I have a few extra Bibles at my place. I'll get ya one!" Wolf whooped and jumped up, throwing his Sun Drop can away. "But, here's the trick, you have to welcome Christ and God into yo heart. Don't be scared that there's something in your heart that God will turn yo away from Him. He already knows everything in there! If you remind me later, we'll get together and pray. I'll help you with what to pray about." I smiled at him warmly, seeing his face light up. "I'mma tell Ryan about Him and ask him to be a Christian!" He dashed into the living room and I could hear him tell Ryan about Christ. I chuckled, sipping my drink and petting Rex. He licked my hand and I realized that he's changed. He used to hate people period. Now he's a big softie. I smiled. Thunder came in, chuckling and shaking his head. I looked at him quizzically. "I have never seen Wolf that happy. What did you do, ask him out?" Good idea, man! "Nah, just told him about Christ. But, he is pretty dope! If he's up to it, he should ask ME out, not vice versa." Thunder shrugged. I coughed. "Well, tomorrow I'll go confront Demon. The little son-of-a-gun better be ready, cause I'm not even gonna knock." Thunder's eyes grew big. "Holy crap, I think some of his demon stuff got into ya, girl." I looked up. "Eh, I guess his torture woke the monster up, and now he's cravin' some Demon right now." We both chuckled at that. "Well, at least now that the Stormgliders are noticing Christ, they'll fit in right at home on the East Side with my gangs. We're all hard-core Christians that don't care much for anything; except when another skater is going through some kind of crisis. Then, we care. But, other than that, it's a care-free side. Here, you guys worry about theft, fights, rape, hurt, anger. This place needs Christ, but Demon is against that. I don't know why, but he just is. You guys should be able to believe anything; not be Atheyist. Over on our side, everyone chose to be Christians. But, they can change when they want to. Over here, there's social ranks and stuff like that. You guys focus too much on the outward appearance then what's on the inside." By now, Ryan and Wolf was in there, listening in on what I was saying. "Demon is a sorry excuse for a leader. He murders, rapes, steals, and stuff like that to prove his 'power'. He's weak, though. Throw him in an emotional battle. He may be physically strong, but he's nothing without mental and emotional strength. He still has both parents and a loving home. He has warm food to eat every night and a warm bed to sleep in. He takes everything for granted. He doesn't give anything to his followers. Me, I give skaters some of my hard-earned cash and even a place to crash, before that was burned in a fire. But, I still have God and my fellow skaters. I'm crashin' with a dude name Chris right now, actually. We're like bro and sis. So, I know I'm in good hands. What if Demon suddenly lost everything? Would you guys help him?" They shrugged. "I never put any thought to that." Ryan admitted. I smirked. "Well, I would, but out of the kindness of my heart. I forgive him, you know. For the whole incident. Even though he done it in hatred, I still forgive him. With His help, of course. You know, he still may be evil, but there's still hope for him. He still may be good. When I confront him later, I'm gonna tell him about Christ. Then, if that fails, then the truce will be brought up. So, we cool with it?" Everyone nodded. "Alright, now, that's tomorrow. Wake up around eight. We'll roll out at nine." I glanced at the clock, and it glowed nine-fifteen. Wolf cleared his throat. 'Hey, KC, you wanna do the prayer thing?" I grinned and nodded. "Everyone have a seat. Clap your hands together and keep them there, as if frozen. Ok, after this prayer, then you tell Christ and God what's on your mind. First, I want you to silently repeat what I say in your head. Here we go. Heavenly Father, I open my heart and my mind for you to come in and heal me. I give everything to You, Lord, to follow in your footsteps, and to listen to Your every command and wish. I want You to fill me with peace, hope and love, and wipe my slate clean, give me another chance, a fresh start. I have heard of Your everlasting forgiveness and grace and I am willing to leave everything behind to follow You, Father. In Christ's name I pray, Amen." I gave them enough time to finish praying, and smirked. "Feel the Spirit now? Can you feel His grace in this kitchen?" Everyone nodded. "Alright. G'night! See ya'll at eight!" I got up and went to the guest room, where my stuff was, and crashed, feeling complete.
I woke up, feeling the sun on my face, and I told myself "Well, KC, it's a new day! Can't wait!" I hopped out of the bed to see the clock show eight o'clock exactly. I yawned, getting up to brush my hair and then went into the living room, seeing everyone up. "Hey guys." Everyone hollered back and Wolf came up to me, changed. "Man, I got the best sleep last night! It was great!" I grinned. "Cool, dog." I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and pulled out some eggs and cheese. I fished a pan out and made some scrambled eggs for everyone, along with some pancakes. We ate and headed out, prepared for what was ahead of us.
We swerved under the bridge and into the sewer pipe that lead to the FireDemonz hideout. The hideout was underground, in a blocked area in the sewers. The pipe was the only way to get to it. We stopped at the door, taking a deep breath. I nodded, my knife deep in my pocket. Everyone surrounded me, and Thunder opened the door, walking in front of me. Demon was sitting on a recliner, which was on top of a trampoline. His blonde hair was long, and his bright green eyes were piercing, making me start to silently hyperventilate. His outfit was all leather black, with a collar and gloves, both spiked. He smirked when he noticed me, leaning forward to see me better. "Ah, there's my girl. How's my love muffin?" I growled. "I'm NO-ONE'S love muffin. Especially not YOURS." He whistled. "My, my, you've bittered. You used to be sweet." "I was, until you messed with me! But, I'm only bitter toward you. Even though I forgive you for that night, (and that's because of God), I still have nightmares and stuff. But, now I love everyone." I pulled Wolf and Ryan closer, hugging them. I heard Wolf sigh, and I rolled my eyes. "Well, then, I guess you have those nightmares on the street, where you've been living for the past four years. Am I right?" I shook my head. "Nope, you're wrong. I am the Alpha of the Wild Grinders!" That statement echoed off of the walls and came back; Demon gasped; and I smirked. "I didn't come whining back for more love. I came here about the truce." Now Demon smirked. "Well, now that some sleazebag took my girl, the truce is broken! It's war! Sharon, Bruce, get her!" Two really buff people came and grabbed me from behind. "Take her to the bedroom! I'll be in there in ten." My eyes widened and I fought back, biting and kicking. They pulled me into the room, shoving me in there and locking the door. I growled and looked around for something to help, and then I remembered my knife. Demon came in there and shut the door behind him, and I glared. "Ah, Kitty-Cat, come on, girl." Kitty-Cat used to be my nickname. I growled back. He came closer and I backed up until I hit the wall and he trapped me, bent in, and before I could move, he kissed me. I tried to escape, but he leaned onto me, unzipping his pants. I gave a final shove and pushed him onto the bed, pulling my knife out. His eyes widened and I evilly grinned. "Dude, no. No!" I charged him and he whipped his foot up, tripping me onto the bed, where he rolled me over and sat down on me, smirking. I squirmed, but he was too heavy. Then he unzipped my pants, and I went ballistic. I grabbed my knife and cut his chest, making him cry out. I got free and zipped my pants, swearing for the first time. Then I dashed to the door and tore it open, running out to see the others tied up. There was no one there, so I slid over and cut the rope, freeing them. As we were running, I heard Demon cry out and a gunshot. Seconds later, I felt excrutiating pain in my shoulder and I dropped to my knees, Wolf shouting at the others. They helped me up and I kept running, jumping on my board. We made it to the Hideaway, and I fell onto the couch while the others got bandages and things like that. I tore my shirt off, having a tank-top under it, and the boys got to work.
I whimpered, the pain still shooting from my shoulder. They got the bullet out and cleaned me up, and now the Stormgliders and I were all getting on the bus to get back to Morganton. Rex was allowed on, but only because the bus driver and I were buds. We got to our stop and I stepped off, clutching my arm to my side. It seemed to help the pain. I got onto my board, heading toward the skate spot, where I hoped to see my gang.
We swerved into the gate, where Chris and the gang were sitting around, just chilling. Chris looked up, whooped, and then noticed the bandages. He ran to me, freaking out. "KC! What happened?!" I sighed. "Demon tried to do it. Again. Then, when we were running away, he shot me. The truce is broken, and now it's all-out war. Here's another thing: The attacks; they were meant to catch my eye and make me crawl back to him. I said No. Then he got pissed. So, it's us against a pissed-off Demon and his gangs. Oh, guys, I want to introduce the Stormgliders." They met and then were chatting it up. I sat down on the bench, tired and hurt. Chris sat down with me. "He tried to... rape you again?" I nodded. "Got as far as unzipping my pants. Then I slashed him across the chest. He moved then. Then, during our escape, he shot me. So, it's war." He sighed. "I knew I shouldn't have stayed. I knew it!" I laid my hand on his shoulder. "Dude, it wasn't your fault! He tied up the Stormgliders, or they would have helped stop them! Thunder was the only gang leader who didn't rape me at the apartment! That's why they're here. They deserve the good life." Wolf came over and sat on the other side of me. "Hey, guys. I felt left out over there." He looked at me. "How's the arm?" I whimpered. "It aches a little." Chris snorted. "I heard a whimper. Whimpering and you don't mix well." I frowned, discovered. "I just don't like peeps worryin' about me. I mean, dang." I sighed. "Well, thank God no one's callin' me Kitty-Cat. I would murder that kid. We have to be on our guard at all times. No traveling alone." Chris snorted. "KC, you need to lay down. You can't fight like this." I whipped my head toward him, standing up. "You think I can't fight right now? Well, you can't tell me what I can and can't do." I stomped away, hearing Wolf explain to Chris that Demon said the same thing a few years back. I walked into the new skate store, Mrs. Macheffer gasping when she laid her eyes on the bandages. "Case, what happened? Who hurt you?" I looked up at her and weakly smiled. "Whatever happened to 'Hey, Casey, what's up?'" Mrs. Macheffer smiled, knowing I wasn't gonna answer her. "I'm now pissed at Chris. He told me that I had to lay down and sit this fight out. Said I can't fight. And, on top of that, he sounded exactly like Demon. I almost broke. I needed to get away, and now I feel bad." I sighed, realizing that she wasn't even listening to me. I went back outside and left the skate spot, no one noticing me leave.
I snorted, Mountain Dew spewing out of my nose. "What?!" Chris nodded. "Yep. West Side attack at the abandonded factory this morning. Three injured, two uninjured." I whipped my head toward him. "How many West Side dudes?" "About ten. They bumped up their attack, too: They were armed with knives this time." I looked down at my now empty Mountain Dew can, crunching it in my now clenched hand. Then I jumped up, looking down at Chris. "Know anyone who sells knives?"
We swerved into the Jamestown Flea Market, home to some of the cheapest things on the planet. Great place to shop. I had a twenty in my pocket; just enough for knives. Chris had the money for lunch. I jumped forward, the board hitting the back of my foot. Chris screetched to a halt beside me, grinning. "I see him. Hey, Tater-Tot!" I looked over to see a short, spunky teen with a bright red mohawk and brown eyes. His outfit stood out: a red, green, and purple shirt with black gym shorts. "KC, this is Tater-Tot. His real name's Tracker, but he's really short. He's 18." He looked like he was, like, twelve. Dude, you need steroids. Bad. "He moved here from Texas. He joined last week." Tater-Tot jogged over to us. "Hey, dog! Wassup?!" Chris high-fived him. "Hey, Tot! Nuthin' much. You got any more knives?" Tot grinned, leading us to his station, where there was about sixty knives on display. Literally. I'm not kidding. Dude's selling SIXTY freakin' knives at the age of eighteen. What the heck? "Dude, how much?" Tot looked at me. "How many you need?" I looked over at Chris. "How many homies we got in the gang?" Chris computed some calculations. "We have twenty, so get about forty, just in case more join." I looked back at Tot, who looked amazed. "Okay, how's this: Forty knives for twenty bucks." Perfect! I nodded, smiling, and pulled the money out of my pocket. "Man, the gang's gonna love these!" I put the knives in the bag, thanking Tater Tot for the knives and the deal. "Aw, it's nuthin. Anything for another gang member!" Then Chris and I shot out of there, heading toward Jake's house first, since it was closest.
I knocked on the front door of Jake's house, Chris backing me up. Jake's mother came to the door, Jake's two-year-old brother Charlie in her arms. Behind her, the fam was going crazy, as usual. "Hey, guys! Jake's upstairs. Come in, come in!" We walked through the doorway, a red dodgeball almost thwacking my face when I ducked below it, the ball flying into the yard. "Whoa there, sport!" Devin, Jake's seven-year-old bro, came tearing through the hall, chasing the ball outside. I chuckled, walking into the kitchen where Jake's dad and Jake's thirteen-year-old sister Chanelle was cooking something delicious. I waved at them and headed upstairs with an alert Chris following me. I kniocked on Jake's door, hearing Lecrae blare out of his boombox. The music paused and Jake's face popped out of his door. "Hey, guys! What's up? Come on in!" He opened the door up all the way, sitting down at his computer. "Check it!" He pulled up a video on Windows Media Player, which played automatically. I knew at once that it was his Gotee Records promo. He's been trying to get noticed for a year. After it was done, we congradulated him. "So, what's up, my homies?" I looked at him. "Have you heard about the recent West Side attacks with their added attack on East Side peeps?" Jake nodded. "Well, I decided to get everyone a knife, so they could fight back." I handed him a knife with a eagle engraved in the handle. "Dang, man! High-quality wood and a blade that's really sharp. Thanks, guys." He held it properly. "It fits perfectly! Wow, you guys are great!" I grinned and locked eyes with Chris, who was grinning with me. I looked back at Jake, who was still gawking over his knife. "Well, dog, we gotta hand these other knives out, so we'll be in touch." We headed out, fighting the family to the door. The other houses were like that, just minus the promo and the dodgeball.
I walked into my room, throwing my bag on the bed and my shoes on the floor. Then I headed to the bathroom, shutting the door and leaning on it, sighing. I walked toward the sink, turning the faucet on and splashing my face with the cool water. I looked up into the mirror and rubbed under my right eye, now noticing the dark circles forming under my eyes. I haven't been able to get good sleep ever since the incident, but now I haven't even been able to sleep period. I groaned and sat on the edge of the tub, holding my head in my heads. I wasn't sure what to do. I mean, would you know what to do with THIRTY kids in your gang alone and seven other gangs to take care of? And they were all about to fight WAY stronger gangs? [There's about fifteen gangs over there.] On top of that, you couldn't sleep because of what happened four years ago that still gives you nightmares and the fact that you were an orphan? I didn't think so. I stood up and headed toward my room, laying down on my bed. I sighed and turned over, knowing that I wouldn't be able to sleep. Chris poked his head in. "Hey, Case, can I come in?" I sat up. "Yeah." He came in and sat down on the bed. "What's wrong, Casey?" I sighed and looked down. "I haven't been able to sleep since...since what Demon did to me. He done more than stab me." Chris snorted. "I can tell. You're starting to get circles under your eyes. What happened?" I wiped a tear from my eye. "Remember at the training at school, I said something about what we've been through? What were my examples?" Chris thought for a minute. "Fire, Fights, Loss, and....oh. Rape." I smiled weakly. "Bingo. Give the kid a prize. He took me to a party, and I used to like him. We were going out. Then we went to his apartment with a few guys and then they locked the doors and the windows, closed the blinds. I thought it was for security measures. Then they went to the bedroom, and I followed. I wasn't the omega of the pack. I was 'the chick Demon was dating' to the gang. Then, when we were all in there, they locked the door and hid the key somewhere, so I couldn't run away. And that's when I realized what was going on. They pulled out handcuffs and chained me to the bed. It was one of those beds that had the metal bars for a headboard. After they chained me, Demon charged. I screamed for help the whole time, but the other guys were egging him on. And then, when he was done, the other guys took turns, like a ride at Carowinds or something. This went on until about eight in the morning, when I was so tired, I was KO'ed. They cleaned up and unhooked me from the bed, unlocking the door. I hurt and ached so bad. Then Demon heard me cry out, so he went in there and stabbed me over ten times. That's when someone heard the noise, called the cops, and they found me, near death, barely breathing, and laying in a small pool of blood. They never sought out the one who did it. Then we made the truce and I came over here. Haven't been able to sleep well ever since. That's why, when we battle, I'm gonna tear him to strips and then burn that." I didn't notice that I was crying and quivering with anger. Chris came closer and took me into his arms. Now it was me who was tensing up at someone's touch. Chris held me like a loving father holds his daughter when her boyfriend broke up with her. He held me until I fell asleep in his arms, then laid me down, quietly sneaking out of my room.
I woke up to the morning light, feeling a new day dawning as it poured over me. I smiled, yawning. Then I froze, realizing I actually slept well. I thanked God for a great sleep and got my rebellion clothes on. My new protest T-Shirt was laid out with some jeans and my new shoes. I slipped into the outfit, grabbed my board and ran downstairs where Chris was crashed out on the couch, his song-pad beside him. He was writing a new song. Cool. I looked down to see a large drool spot and snickered, writing him a note:
Hey man! Went down to the skate store to get stuff for the protest today. See ya there!
--Skatin' Homie,
KC
P.S.: Don't forget to wipe up your drool, dog. Yo dreamin' of food again? :P
I walked into the skate store, where Mrs. Macheffer was helping a short teen with emo hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing a beanie, a torn tank-top, black skinnys, and high top DC's. I recognized him as Ryan from school. He owns his own skateboard company, Chaos Skate Decks, and he has his own gang. Mrs. Macheffer left him and I walked over to him. "Hey, Moose!" He whirled around and nodded. "What's up, KC!" I shrugged. "Eh. You comin to the protest?" He nodded. "Yep. Just talking with Chris's mom bout it. We'll be there. I'm bringing Chaotic with me." Chaotic was his gang. "You hear about the West Side attacks on our side?" Moose shook his head. "Here. Give these to your gang." I handed him six knives, which he stuck in his pocket. "Thanks, dog! I have to go round Chaotic up, so talk to you later!" He rode out with protest bracelets and T-Shirts. I smirked and went to the counter, where Mrs. Macheffer was hauling the last of the T-Shirts and bracelets onto the truck. "Ready?" I nodded, and we headed to the skate spot, me on my board, her in the truck.
We pulled up to see all of the East Side skaters waiting, armed with signs and stuff like that. I grabbed a bracelet and slipped it on, climbing into the skate spot. I went over to Chris, who smiled when he saw me. His smile was different, more....sincere. Hmm... I walked over to the gang, who was anxiously waiting for me to get there. "Hey guys, you ready to protest? Everyone's here!" I rode up to the highest ramp, standing at the top with a megaphone. "We skaters have a say in the destruction of this park. We helped make it into what it is today, and we're not gonna let it fall without a fight. We want to talk with the president of the Advert company." A bulky, fat dude came out of the crowd. "Are you the President of Advert?" He yelled in answer. "Yes!" I heard some skaters shout in hatred at him. "Skaters! Quiet!" Everyone shut up. I rode down the ramp to face the dude. "Why tear down the skate park?" He sighed. "We need more buildings! And we can't tear down the skate store." When he said that, he sparked an idea in my head. "If you help fund my new idea, then you can. We can reserve a corner here to build a skate store, and then we skaters can test our equipment here to see if it's right, and then you can have the spot that the skate store takes up now. Are you up to it?" The dude nodded. We shook hands and I told the rest of the East Side what's happening. Everyone cheered and we set out to prep for the construction workers to build the new skate store.
A week later...
I scratched the back of my head as I stood in line for the bus to Winston-Salem. It turns out that I have to go see what's up with the whole truce thing, since everyone's a wimp and I know every twist and turn. Even Chris stayed back. I almost murdered him when he said he was staying. Eh, well, he's in charge until I get back. I jumped onto the bus, paying the driver two bucks and taking a seat. We made about five stops before we pulled up to Winston-Salem's bus stop, the area bringing up old memories and flashbacks. I stepped off the bus to see an old friend waiting for me. "Hey, Casey, what's new?" "Nothin much, Thunder." Thunder [His real name's Charlie] was a sixteen-year-old, colored, cool dude with black hair and turquoise eyes. He always wore blue, black, and white. He lived in a condo with Thadeius [seven, real name's Chuck] and Fhadeius [ten, real names Buck] and he has two parents, who are never there. Thunder nodded. "Man, Demon's been different since that night. He's been... changed." Thunder tried to talk the others out of the little thing at the apartment, but it didn't work. I snorted. "I'm still not takin that sleazebag back. I still can't sleep peacefully. Anyway, my mom just died a month ago, which didn't help at all. Then, we're getting attacked by this side, so I'm here to see what's up." Thunder gulped. "He's tryin to get your attention. He wants you back. And, if you say no, then it's all-out war. Before that starts, though, I'm heading to the East Side. I'm joining your gang, if you're in a gang." I nodded. "I'm the alpha of the Wild Grinders. You know, the gang that's on top." Thunder raised his eyebrows, shocked. "Really?! Holy crap! Demon's gonna spaz! He thought you were living on the streets and that you were gonna come back whining and wanting him back. He was gonna give you the omega spot. He's gonna be pissed. " I grinned. "Well, let him be pissed. I'm gonna go talk with him. But, before that, can I visit the Stormgliders's hideout?" Hey, they were my fave gang back then. Don't be hatin'. Thunder nodded. "They've missed you the most. Come on!" We jumped on our boards and sped downtown, heading toward the Hideaway, the surburbs of Winston-Salem.
I walked into the abandonded home of the Stormgliders, seeing old and new faces. Only one dude noticed me and whooped. "Hey guys! Check it! It's Casey, Demon's old girlfriend!" Then he whistled, checking me out. This dude was anotha' skater who was an old friend. His name is Ryan Collier. He has brown bedraggled hair and blue eyes, and he's sixteen. He's always in black. He also hates apricots. Just lettin ya know. I glared playfully and he laughed, his hair bouncing. I rolled my eyes and I went into the kitchen where there was a dude digging through the fridge. "Dangit! Alright, where'd ya'll put the Sun Drop?" I heard Ryan burst out laughing and the guy in front of me groan. "Come on, dog! Not funny!" I snorted and he turned around to show a colored dude who looked pretty dope. He was wearing a white hoodie with a matching hat, blue jeans, and black tennis shoes. His face kinda looked like Lecrae. I nodded and he smiled. "Hey, who's girl is this?" Thunder popped in. "Nobody's, now. She's the girl Demon used to love. You remember the story at the apartment?" He nodded. "Well, this is the girl." I grinned, and his mouth dropped. "You're.... wow." I looked over and saw the Sun Drop on the counter. I grabbed two and handed him one. He grabbed it and yelled into the living room: "Ha-ha, very funny!" I snickered and went to sit down at the table to see a Rottweiler in my spot. "Rex, get down, boy! You crazy pup." He jumped down and I sat in the chair, the fridge dude sitting down. "Name's KC. What's yo name?" He looked up to meet my gaze. "Jason, but everyone calls me Wolf. Where'd you go for the last four years? I mean, you've been my hero." I smirked. "Went to the East Side for a fresh start. Now, I'm the alpha of the Wild Grinders, the top dog gang. But, I'mma find out what's up with this truce thing, and what's goin on; West Side peeps are attacking our side, so soon it might be an all-out war. I'm stayin for a week, though, so your 'hero' is gonna be here for a couple of days. I'm actually thinking about taking the Stormgliders over to the East Side with me. Over there, you don't need to worry about rape, theft, death, things like that. Well, actually, my mom just died in a fire from a dropped cigarette, so, eh. It depends. It's fun there." Jason seemed excited. "Sweet! That'll be epic!" I smiled. "Hey, Wolf, you heard of Christ?" He looked at me all confused. "Christ?" I nodded. "He was crucified on the cross for our sins; the bad things we do. Demon doesn't know about him, and he didn't listen to me earlier. Are you willing to become a Christian?" He thought about it for a minute and nodded, eager. "Ok, so God created the whole world and everything on it. It talks about it in His book, the Bible. He created the heavens and the earth. And he created two people, a man and a woman. Adam and Eve were their names. And they lived in paradise for a long time. And, in the center of this garden, there was this special tree, which God commanded Adam and Eve NOT to eat the fruit off of. But, one day, Eve was walking past the tree when this snake slithered out of it. The snake was the Devil, or Satan, and he tempted Eve to eat the fruit, telling her it would open her eyes. And she ate the fruit, had Adam eat it, and then they realized that they were naked. So they made clothes out of leaves and hid from God, who cast them out of the garden and put an angel at each entrance. Then Adam and Eve had kids, which had kids, and so on. Then, one day, this virgin, Mary, was pregnant with a kid. And the guy she was going to marry, Joseph, didn't want to humiliate Mary, so he planned to break up with her in silence. But, then an angel told Joseph not to, that this child was one of the Holy Spirit, not another dude. Yo with me so far?" Wolf nodded. "So, on a starry night, this couple came to Bethlehem, where they were looking for a place to crash for the night. But, everywhere was full. So, they found a stable, and that's where our Savior, Jesus, was born. And people came from far and wide to see this miracle, because it was prophesized that the Messiah would be coming soon. So, Jesus was born, and that's how Christmas came along to be. The Christmas tree stands for the wooden cross that Jesus was crucified on for our sins. God gave his only son so that, if we believed in Him, we wouldn't be thrown into the eternal lake of fire, or Hell. The presents stand for the gifts that the kings and people brought for Jesus. But, there's arguement that He was born around Easter, so, we can't tell. Here's the cool thing: When JC was crucified, He was put inside a stone tomb and a huge circular stone covered the door. But, on the third day, Mary and a couple of other women went to put things outside of the tomb to see the stone rolled away from the doorway and the tomb was empty! When they started to panic, an angel came to them and sat on top of the rolled-away stone and told them the Messiah has came back to life! He stayed for a month, and then went up to Heaven, telling everyone He'll be back for His followers." Wolf snorted. "Kinda sounds like Jesus has His own Twitter account and everyone who follows him will be taken with him when he comes back! Am I right?" I laughed and nodded. "Yep. Nice comparison. So, if you come back with me, I have a few extra Bibles at my place. I'll get ya one!" Wolf whooped and jumped up, throwing his Sun Drop can away. "But, here's the trick, you have to welcome Christ and God into yo heart. Don't be scared that there's something in your heart that God will turn yo away from Him. He already knows everything in there! If you remind me later, we'll get together and pray. I'll help you with what to pray about." I smiled at him warmly, seeing his face light up. "I'mma tell Ryan about Him and ask him to be a Christian!" He dashed into the living room and I could hear him tell Ryan about Christ. I chuckled, sipping my drink and petting Rex. He licked my hand and I realized that he's changed. He used to hate people period. Now he's a big softie. I smiled. Thunder came in, chuckling and shaking his head. I looked at him quizzically. "I have never seen Wolf that happy. What did you do, ask him out?" Good idea, man! "Nah, just told him about Christ. But, he is pretty dope! If he's up to it, he should ask ME out, not vice versa." Thunder shrugged. I coughed. "Well, tomorrow I'll go confront Demon. The little son-of-a-gun better be ready, cause I'm not even gonna knock." Thunder's eyes grew big. "Holy crap, I think some of his demon stuff got into ya, girl." I looked up. "Eh, I guess his torture woke the monster up, and now he's cravin' some Demon right now." We both chuckled at that. "Well, at least now that the Stormgliders are noticing Christ, they'll fit in right at home on the East Side with my gangs. We're all hard-core Christians that don't care much for anything; except when another skater is going through some kind of crisis. Then, we care. But, other than that, it's a care-free side. Here, you guys worry about theft, fights, rape, hurt, anger. This place needs Christ, but Demon is against that. I don't know why, but he just is. You guys should be able to believe anything; not be Atheyist. Over on our side, everyone chose to be Christians. But, they can change when they want to. Over here, there's social ranks and stuff like that. You guys focus too much on the outward appearance then what's on the inside." By now, Ryan and Wolf was in there, listening in on what I was saying. "Demon is a sorry excuse for a leader. He murders, rapes, steals, and stuff like that to prove his 'power'. He's weak, though. Throw him in an emotional battle. He may be physically strong, but he's nothing without mental and emotional strength. He still has both parents and a loving home. He has warm food to eat every night and a warm bed to sleep in. He takes everything for granted. He doesn't give anything to his followers. Me, I give skaters some of my hard-earned cash and even a place to crash, before that was burned in a fire. But, I still have God and my fellow skaters. I'm crashin' with a dude name Chris right now, actually. We're like bro and sis. So, I know I'm in good hands. What if Demon suddenly lost everything? Would you guys help him?" They shrugged. "I never put any thought to that." Ryan admitted. I smirked. "Well, I would, but out of the kindness of my heart. I forgive him, you know. For the whole incident. Even though he done it in hatred, I still forgive him. With His help, of course. You know, he still may be evil, but there's still hope for him. He still may be good. When I confront him later, I'm gonna tell him about Christ. Then, if that fails, then the truce will be brought up. So, we cool with it?" Everyone nodded. "Alright, now, that's tomorrow. Wake up around eight. We'll roll out at nine." I glanced at the clock, and it glowed nine-fifteen. Wolf cleared his throat. 'Hey, KC, you wanna do the prayer thing?" I grinned and nodded. "Everyone have a seat. Clap your hands together and keep them there, as if frozen. Ok, after this prayer, then you tell Christ and God what's on your mind. First, I want you to silently repeat what I say in your head. Here we go. Heavenly Father, I open my heart and my mind for you to come in and heal me. I give everything to You, Lord, to follow in your footsteps, and to listen to Your every command and wish. I want You to fill me with peace, hope and love, and wipe my slate clean, give me another chance, a fresh start. I have heard of Your everlasting forgiveness and grace and I am willing to leave everything behind to follow You, Father. In Christ's name I pray, Amen." I gave them enough time to finish praying, and smirked. "Feel the Spirit now? Can you feel His grace in this kitchen?" Everyone nodded. "Alright. G'night! See ya'll at eight!" I got up and went to the guest room, where my stuff was, and crashed, feeling complete.
I woke up, feeling the sun on my face, and I told myself "Well, KC, it's a new day! Can't wait!" I hopped out of the bed to see the clock show eight o'clock exactly. I yawned, getting up to brush my hair and then went into the living room, seeing everyone up. "Hey guys." Everyone hollered back and Wolf came up to me, changed. "Man, I got the best sleep last night! It was great!" I grinned. "Cool, dog." I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and pulled out some eggs and cheese. I fished a pan out and made some scrambled eggs for everyone, along with some pancakes. We ate and headed out, prepared for what was ahead of us.
We swerved under the bridge and into the sewer pipe that lead to the FireDemonz hideout. The hideout was underground, in a blocked area in the sewers. The pipe was the only way to get to it. We stopped at the door, taking a deep breath. I nodded, my knife deep in my pocket. Everyone surrounded me, and Thunder opened the door, walking in front of me. Demon was sitting on a recliner, which was on top of a trampoline. His blonde hair was long, and his bright green eyes were piercing, making me start to silently hyperventilate. His outfit was all leather black, with a collar and gloves, both spiked. He smirked when he noticed me, leaning forward to see me better. "Ah, there's my girl. How's my love muffin?" I growled. "I'm NO-ONE'S love muffin. Especially not YOURS." He whistled. "My, my, you've bittered. You used to be sweet." "I was, until you messed with me! But, I'm only bitter toward you. Even though I forgive you for that night, (and that's because of God), I still have nightmares and stuff. But, now I love everyone." I pulled Wolf and Ryan closer, hugging them. I heard Wolf sigh, and I rolled my eyes. "Well, then, I guess you have those nightmares on the street, where you've been living for the past four years. Am I right?" I shook my head. "Nope, you're wrong. I am the Alpha of the Wild Grinders!" That statement echoed off of the walls and came back; Demon gasped; and I smirked. "I didn't come whining back for more love. I came here about the truce." Now Demon smirked. "Well, now that some sleazebag took my girl, the truce is broken! It's war! Sharon, Bruce, get her!" Two really buff people came and grabbed me from behind. "Take her to the bedroom! I'll be in there in ten." My eyes widened and I fought back, biting and kicking. They pulled me into the room, shoving me in there and locking the door. I growled and looked around for something to help, and then I remembered my knife. Demon came in there and shut the door behind him, and I glared. "Ah, Kitty-Cat, come on, girl." Kitty-Cat used to be my nickname. I growled back. He came closer and I backed up until I hit the wall and he trapped me, bent in, and before I could move, he kissed me. I tried to escape, but he leaned onto me, unzipping his pants. I gave a final shove and pushed him onto the bed, pulling my knife out. His eyes widened and I evilly grinned. "Dude, no. No!" I charged him and he whipped his foot up, tripping me onto the bed, where he rolled me over and sat down on me, smirking. I squirmed, but he was too heavy. Then he unzipped my pants, and I went ballistic. I grabbed my knife and cut his chest, making him cry out. I got free and zipped my pants, swearing for the first time. Then I dashed to the door and tore it open, running out to see the others tied up. There was no one there, so I slid over and cut the rope, freeing them. As we were running, I heard Demon cry out and a gunshot. Seconds later, I felt excrutiating pain in my shoulder and I dropped to my knees, Wolf shouting at the others. They helped me up and I kept running, jumping on my board. We made it to the Hideaway, and I fell onto the couch while the others got bandages and things like that. I tore my shirt off, having a tank-top under it, and the boys got to work.
I whimpered, the pain still shooting from my shoulder. They got the bullet out and cleaned me up, and now the Stormgliders and I were all getting on the bus to get back to Morganton. Rex was allowed on, but only because the bus driver and I were buds. We got to our stop and I stepped off, clutching my arm to my side. It seemed to help the pain. I got onto my board, heading toward the skate spot, where I hoped to see my gang.
We swerved into the gate, where Chris and the gang were sitting around, just chilling. Chris looked up, whooped, and then noticed the bandages. He ran to me, freaking out. "KC! What happened?!" I sighed. "Demon tried to do it. Again. Then, when we were running away, he shot me. The truce is broken, and now it's all-out war. Here's another thing: The attacks; they were meant to catch my eye and make me crawl back to him. I said No. Then he got pissed. So, it's us against a pissed-off Demon and his gangs. Oh, guys, I want to introduce the Stormgliders." They met and then were chatting it up. I sat down on the bench, tired and hurt. Chris sat down with me. "He tried to... rape you again?" I nodded. "Got as far as unzipping my pants. Then I slashed him across the chest. He moved then. Then, during our escape, he shot me. So, it's war." He sighed. "I knew I shouldn't have stayed. I knew it!" I laid my hand on his shoulder. "Dude, it wasn't your fault! He tied up the Stormgliders, or they would have helped stop them! Thunder was the only gang leader who didn't rape me at the apartment! That's why they're here. They deserve the good life." Wolf came over and sat on the other side of me. "Hey, guys. I felt left out over there." He looked at me. "How's the arm?" I whimpered. "It aches a little." Chris snorted. "I heard a whimper. Whimpering and you don't mix well." I frowned, discovered. "I just don't like peeps worryin' about me. I mean, dang." I sighed. "Well, thank God no one's callin' me Kitty-Cat. I would murder that kid. We have to be on our guard at all times. No traveling alone." Chris snorted. "KC, you need to lay down. You can't fight like this." I whipped my head toward him, standing up. "You think I can't fight right now? Well, you can't tell me what I can and can't do." I stomped away, hearing Wolf explain to Chris that Demon said the same thing a few years back. I walked into the new skate store, Mrs. Macheffer gasping when she laid her eyes on the bandages. "Case, what happened? Who hurt you?" I looked up at her and weakly smiled. "Whatever happened to 'Hey, Casey, what's up?'" Mrs. Macheffer smiled, knowing I wasn't gonna answer her. "I'm now pissed at Chris. He told me that I had to lay down and sit this fight out. Said I can't fight. And, on top of that, he sounded exactly like Demon. I almost broke. I needed to get away, and now I feel bad." I sighed, realizing that she wasn't even listening to me. I went back outside and left the skate spot, no one noticing me leave.
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