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Chapter Eleven : His Thug; Stuck in the Past
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The night was cold and beginning to rain, all the back alleys were silent, broken, until a silent cry filled the air where a teenager, only 17 or 18 was panting as blood left her body, not just from the birth, but from her less than easy escape from the men who captured her nine months ago, raped her, and forced her into labor.
However she bared twins, one with hair of the deepest black, eyes unknown to the world, a little girl, held in her right arm.
However in her other arm, laid a presumed still born, hair a blood red, eyes also unknown to the world.
The mother weeped, her children, no, her child would be able to live.
"There you are, you ran away didn't you!" Said a male, eyes of a wild gold, a snake tattoo around his left eye, and in his hand was a blade, dripping water from the sky above.
The girl's eyes had widened however before she could even shout, her throat was slit, were she drowned in her own blood.
The only presumed living child cried out, her wails dying out as the man dropped his blade and then carefully picked up the child, the one who was still alive.
The infant silenced.
He smiled wickedly.
"Even if a impure heathen birthed you, your still my blood, I must say, it's a shame, I would have bred her again, hopefully your half sister is available next time I want to have more kids, come no, everyone else is waiting." His eyes had looked to the now dead mother, an the red haired infant who laid there silent.
Then without so much as another thought, he carried the child away.

"Glass! Over here!" Called a voice, deep and masculine, kind and soft.
Then two men, one wearing all black and a trench coat stood beside another male with a undershirt and loose baggy pants, his hair drenched in rain.
"I heard a child, they have to be out here here." Said the one presumably named Glass.
The other male had looked down the back alley further, seeing the teenage girl, and the infant, who was shivering in the cold April night.
"Glass! Quickly!" The male had shouted, he quickly being given a blanket which the male name Glass carried, they then wrapping the child.
"There there," Soft wails escapes the girl.
"There there." Glass had held her against his chest, hoping it would shield her from the rain and the cold.
The other male had kneeled down beside the dead teenager, seeing the slit along her throat and her eyes which remained opened.
He bowed his head, then gently closed the corpses eyes.
"I'll inform the police after the rain let's up, we've found the missing teen, Amanda Jen Willis, killed April 7th, 1999." The male said sadly, he bowing his head and seemed to be praying.
Glass too did the same.
After they both finished they had meet eyes, then made their way back towards their hideout.
"Well well Well~, look who's finally out and about from their hideaway." Said a voice, the same man who killed the teenager.
Glass and the other man had turned, meeting his golden killer eyes.
"Not just Glass, but Sabbath too! Oh what a lovely surprise, I believe you know very well your on our side of the territory and I believe we've told you many times Glass, your our prey, with your death gives us freedom," He had said, his hand pulling out a pistol, and easily clicking the safety off.
Sabbath was quick to react and withdrew his own gun, his aim to the golden eyed male.
"What brings the snakes out here in this time of the night Rattler? I'd believe this poor child is your doing?" Asked Glass.
Rattler smirked.
"Oh, that impure brat, yes she is, you see we ran out of woman to fuck in our gang so I had to start away from our blood line to have my daughters, and I assume that by the blanket your holding, the twin is still alive~? So why don't you give her to me? I am the blood father after all." Rattler had said with a smirk.
Sabbath nearly threw up, the mere thought of the snakes just investing their bloodline by having children with their children, cousins with cousins, fathers with daughters, brothers and sisters.
"No." Glass had said with a firm tone.
Rattler has chuckled a bit.
"Excuse me? I couldn't quite hear-."
"I said no!" Glass had responded a bit louder.
Rattler's smirk fell as his fists clenched.
"Your basically kidnapping, I do hope you know, that's a rule your breaking, isn't it Glass?" He had chuckled darkly as others of his gang stepped out from the shadows.
"Not if it's her welfare, but one day, we will save the other daughter,since you did say daughters so I assume she's a twin." Glass inferences.
Rattler smirks, dangerously and deadly.
"Oh you'd be correct. But I can't have you leaving with my property," He began to squeeze the trigger.
"Say goodbye Glass!"
"Dad!" Another voice had shouted, followed by a bullet shot, Rattler staggering back as it appeared he was shot in the shoulder.
"James!" Glass had called back to his son looking back to see where the shot originated.
It was his 17 year old son, he coming with two other men hidden underneath hoodies.
"Get then you idiots!" Rattler had shouted as five men began to chase after them.
"Dad hurry!" James pulled his father into a run, Sabbath and the other two men buying them some time.
Sabbath had aimed a butler for a ladder clip, and with a deadly accurate shot the ladder feel down upon them, they groaning and trying to recollect themselves.
"Let's go!" Sabbath had shouted the other two following Glass and his son James.
The rain began to pour harder.
"Glass! James! Sabbath! Tooth! Lizard!" A voice called out from the end of another alley, it sounded like Hacker, he awaiting their return at their hideout door.
"We're alright!" Shouted James as they got closer.
Hacker had pulled everyone inside and many others got them towels to dry off in.
Inside the home it looked to be a fancy bar, which connected into a living room with red, blacks, whites and grays for the color schemes.
"What the hell happened out there? You said you heard a child." Asked Hacker.
"A child? Dad you didn't tell me you heard a child." Said James.
"I knew it was to dangerous for you to come, but," He sighed.
"You did, and because of it you saved our lives son, thank you." Glass gripped James shoulder tightly.
James smiles and then looks to the blanket in his arms.
"Dad? Is that-?" James couldn't continue.
He nodded in return.
"The snakes' next bloodline, however, I don't think she'll be a snake." He had said.
"What do you mean?" Asked Sabbath a bit lost.
He had slowly removed the blanket from the infant slightly, and when he did, he was greeted by the biggest blood red eyes he'd ever seen.
"Demon spawn?" Sabbath had asked after walking around to see the child.
"I don't think-," He stopped feeling the little girls hand on his nose.
"No," He smiled to her.
"I don't think so."
James has smiled, he gently rubbing her head.
"Dad? Can we adopt her? I've, Ive always wanted a sister." James had said shyly, he meeting his fathers eyes.
Glass looked to his son, then back to the child.
"Unfortunately that isn't my decision to make, tomorrow I'll have to head to Unit 457 and relay the info we were given, then I have to attend court to properly adopt her." He had explained.
"I'm sure Captain Smith will let us keep her! She'll be the best Bloody Hand ever! I can see it Dad!" James said excited.
Glass looked from his son to the girl in his arms.
"The best Bloody Hand huh?"
Later that day, she was adopted by 109 men of the Bloody Hand Gang.
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"Daddy! Sabbath! James!" Called our the little five year old Red Wing, her hair now to her mid back, she wearing her Fathers long sleeve black shirt as a dress to her birthday.
"Look at you! A pretty little princess you are." Glass had picked up little Red and spun her around in the air.
"Haha! Daddy! Haha!" She had giggled as she was gently tossed into Sabbath's arms.
"Come here squirt." Sabbath had then filled his cheeks with air then kissed and blew into her cheek making a fart like noise.
"Haha! Uncle Sabby!" She giggled before he set her down so James could kneel and open his arms, he now a full grown man, attending college to become a Journalist in New York.
"Brother!" Red had then ran into his brothers arms and hugged him.
"How's Red?" He had asked smiling back.
"Good!"
"Good, your, let me see," She pulls back seeing him count his fingers only to four.
"Your four right?"
"No! I'm five today!" She then giggles.
"Five? Already?" He said playfully.
She nodded fast.
"Let's head downstairs, everyone has presents for you." Said James picking up his sister than carrying her downstairs where the other members of the gang awaited to celebrate their little girl's birthday.

"It's so pretty! Thank you Hacker!" Red had hugged the man mentioned who gave her new clothes to wear.
"Your Welcome, now remember what I told you. I after e-?"
"Except after C!" She had exclaimed proudly.
He smiled and nodded.
Red then walked to Sabbath who had a sly smile on his face.
"I think you'll be ready for this," He handed her a box.
"It's from Me and your Dad," He watched the lass slowly open it.
Inside was the dog tags members of their gang were given to symbolize their membership.
"It's my dog tags! It's my dog tags!" She jumped up and down excited as Sabbath picked the chain up and then waited for her to stop jumping up and down.
She eventually stopped and then looked to the tags, she smiling.
Sabbath had then ruffled her head.
"Your finally one of us Red, don't let us down."
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She would soon be nineteen and then, things with her gang would stay the same, forever.
"Red! How long are you planning on sleeping?" Asked her Father as he had barged into her room, she jumping awake and hitting the back of her head on the head board.
"Ow! Dad! Was that necessary?" She had hollered holding the back of her head as she slowly sat up, looking to the left seeing her sleeping partner had already left.
"Yes it was, we have a big day today, plus we have the fights tonight, remember?" He had asked her, walking towards her and looking to the back of her head.
She felt his big hands and fingers run through her hip length red locks, they felt so soothing she practically groaned in approval.
"I don't see any blood, you'll live." He had said simply and then poked her sides suddenly with his fingers.
"Ah! Dad!" She quickly smacked his kisser with a pillow, then sighing and stepping out of bed, stretching her aching and sore muscles, even popping a few joints.
"When you get dressed come down for breakfast, Rat and the others are waiting for you," Father had a smile on his face after setting the pillow back down upon the mattress.
"Don't keep everyone waiting." He had said before he had shut the black painted door.
She had sighed, looking at herself in the mirror which hung on the back of her door, seeing a young girl, five foot and four inches, knee length blood red hair with almond shaped eyes to match, spandex on her hips, not even hiding the muscled and scarred legs from the view of their owner. The black clashing with her pale pale skin, and a white crop top with undershirt like sleeves, barely hiding the muscles on her stomach, her back, her arms, every inch of her young body except her neck and face.
She looked, she guessed one could say beautiful, if the muscles and scars were hidden from the world.
However that wasn't the life she lived in, and it would never be.
"Alright! Can't keep everyone waiting!"

She had quickly rushed downstairs, already hearing the mass amount of men cutting up and dining in the dining hall and the living room, that was the interesting thing about them, they lived in a old and abandoned gutted out office building which was built back when Chicago was first born, and the most wonderful thing, all one hundred and eleven of them could live together.
She being the only female.
Strange she knew.
"Good Morning Red!" Called out Rat, the chef of the gang, he slaving in the kitchen as he would always do on Saturdays.
"Morning!" She had called back, slipping her hair into a low ponytail and then quickly slipping into the kitchen to help him out, that was how she learned how to cook, Rat and of course the lunch rush like scenarios.
"Thank you dear!" He had shouted over the ruckus, his thin blonde hair in a ponytail in the base of his skull, his brown eyes looking from cutting board to the sink, from the stove to the fridge.
He was used to these kind of things, even if he acted like he didn't.
He wore his black yoga pants and a hoodie that had worn out letters, the only thing really seen on the pale navy hoodie was a U and a Z. He was tall too, about six foot four.
"What's on the menu?" She had asked him.
"Bacon Sausage Scrambled with eggs, as well as biscuits with black pepper gravy, and my signature breakfast fruit salad with yogurt, whipping cream and a small amount of cinnamon!" He had said.
She instantly knew how to help.
"On it!" She had exclaimed and quickly picked up the kitchen knife and began to cut into the bacon and sausage, working the meat until it was within small bite sized bits, then cracking the eggs skillfully and quickly, applying them to the hot pan to allow them to cook, then adding the bacon and sausage mixture with a splash of milk, a sprinkle of cheese.
Rat speaking to the other men in the room as he had made the fruit salad with the yogurt and the whipping cream, she only hearing the bits and pieces of each conversation.
"She's ready-."
"You-."
"She can't be-."
"Gang Fight Night-?"
"Are you sure-?"
"She's ready."
She had dropped the spatula, frozen stiff before facing the men within the room.
"I'm ready?" She had shouted out loud, this was a big deal, every young gang member knew this,
Her Father, Sabbath, Rat and everyone else looked at her with such surprise, as if they didn't think she was listening.
"Well, we were discussing it, and since you've excelled in both your homeschooling and training, we would allow you to come with us and watch," Her smile fell.
"But not attend."
She had felt a small twist in her stomach, I looking to the side, then picking up the spatula, taking it to the sink.
She guessed her silence had bothered and concerned everyone in the room, because they watched her avidly, as if awaiting the blow up from her.
She then finished the eggs on the stove, scrapping them into the serving bowl, then setting the pan back down upon the stove top, then quickly leave the room, heading towards the training room to take out her aggression on the singular punching bag which was replaced just last month.
She walked slowly towards it at first, then she quickens to a jog, then a run, then a dead sprint, her fist colliding into the leather, it swinging nearly parallel to the ceiling.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" She had shouted swinging punch after punch, the occasional roundhouse kick, and the more than normal knee drive to the sides.
That was one thing that she could never deny about her character, she had a nasty temper, the only way she could control it was to beat it out of her system, or beat the crap out of the one who pisses her off. Either way there was a fifty fifty shot someone wasn't going to get hurt.
"Wow someones moody." Mocked Sabbath, he her trainer in both the physical and the weapons world.
"Not now Sabbath!" She had popped off, planting her pivot foot and rotating so the heel of her left foot kicked about head level on the bag.
He had chuckled, the then walking to the punching bags side, standing, even slightly leaning on it.
Sabbath was young, mid thirties, he had the blackest hair in a long mid back length braid, his eyes were a crystal blue, and to be honest, when she was younger she swore she would date him, however that was before she found out he was a happily married man, his wife's name was Michelle, she had passed in a car accident about thirteen years ago, he's never looked to anyone sense.
He always wore black too, which is why she had picked up on his color scheme. Today he wore tights, and a loose and baggy undershirt so his tan skin shines.
"Sabbath move, I don't have time for these games!" She had shouted to him being within kicking range, her pent up anger slowly eating into her mind.
"Hit me." He had said.
"What? Are you mad?" She had retorted.
"Hit," He stepped in front of the punching bag.
"Me." He then finished, his eyes never looking away from hers.
Her body quivered, this is what she loved most about Sabbath, he tried anything to break her from her violent anger, he knew just what to do, and how to do it.
She bit her bottom lip, lowering her leg and her fists, hanging her head as he held her, he sighing as her arms quickly dart around him and grip his shirt, she was the reason it was so loose and baggy.
One hand secured behind her back, the other stroking her hair.
"Your father has a reason for it Red, don't get discouraged, your day in the fights will come." He whispered, she nuzzling her face in his chest, since he was about the same height as Rat.
He never did say why he never had kids, but if he did have them, he would have been a great father.
He was one of the strongest men she knew.
Everyone in this hideout had served for this country, most of them were outcasted upon their return and left for the streets, but they, they took them in and helped them live to be heroes, so, they were all one big family.
She had nodded in understanding, she then pulling back, wiping her eyes of the hot frustrated tears.
"Come on, lets get some breakfast, alright?"
She had nodded, then gently walked beside him as he had his arm wrapped around her shoulders.
This was home.
Her home.

The colors which streaked across the building's old and worn down walls were bright blues, greens and pinks, much like a club, but what really stood out was the old and abandoned fighting ring in the center of it all, the one large stage light being shined down on the freshly swept ring.
Father and every other member of the gang had walked in, side by side as if they owned the place, and in fairness, they sort of did, they owned most of the territory on the North Side, the other half belonged to their friends the Knuckles, a much newer gang, but not nearly as old.
"Matthew!" Called out the ringmaster, a man who always dressed in blinked out pants that could be mistaken as a disco ball, and as well as bright neon shirts. His bald head hidden by a black beanie.
"Hello Man." Her Father had did the signature way to hug a man, first holding of the hands then pulling into a non awkward hug, then a few pats of the back.
"Welcome Welcome Matthew," The oddly dressed male had pulled back, seeing Red, his eyes practically swimming in interest, eyes of black.
"Is this whee little girl yours? She's too innocent to see this kind of things Matthew, I could have told you that." He had walked closer towards Red, bending down and resting his feminists hands upon his knees.
"What's your name Darlin-, Heh." He had stopped, only because she had a pistol drawn, aimed right between his two mocking eyes.
"Shut up, and back away, before I have my first kill of the night." She had explained.
He swallowed and did as such, her Father having a sly smile on his face, watching the fool back away from Red.
He had a nervous chuckle, he backing away slowly to meet my father face.
"Perhaps I was wrong, she'll fit right in." He had said, his attention then quickly drifting to another entering gang.
Father had sighed and merely glanced at her as she slid her pistol into its rightful place.
"Was that distinctively necessary, you could have just rammed your knee into his stomach." He had complained to her course of actions.
"It was very much in a necessary scenario, he provoked me." She had explained her reasoning, which caused Sabbath to hold back a laugh, he turning his head , a semi curled fist hiding his chuckle from Father and myself.
Father had done nothing but sighed, shaking his head and continuing and heading towards our designated area of the club a large handprint painted to the color of blood high along the brick wall, red sofa like theatre chairs prepped and ready for our arrival, as well as a signer, asking Matthew of who all was to be fighting. He had mention Sabbath, Lizard, Geo, and many others of our skilled fighters, however she personally believed he had left one name out however she wasn't obligated that luxury, at least not this year, she then finding a seat and sitting down.
This was her first year to actually sit down and watch the fights, most of the fighters within their gang having been champions here for a while, for a long while, but they always take money over property for our winnings, only because they don't need anymore territory, at least that's what her father believes.
She was itching to get some action, awaiting any other gang they knew or one of ours to step into the ring, but all was just chit chat and some silence, it was driving her blindingly mad.
She needed action, she needed to see the competition, that's just how she was.
"Oh my word! Is that the Bloody Hands, all in their basking and glory!" A voice, one the Bloody Hands knew all too well when they invaded our territory, harmed innocent civilians, even killed them, and yet their job alongside the local authorities was to catch and wrangle them up, which is why only the most dangerous ones are still loose and free roaming, because they aren't as stupid as the there other, more rebellious counter parts.
Sabbath who she didn't know was sitting beside her had stood.
"Save it for the fights Snake, you have no business on this side of the ring!" Sabbath had a glare within his eyes, something she'd rarely seen, and it's a good thing to, he's a scary man when he's pissed.
The man with a snake tattoo wrapping his left eye had smirked, tilting his head with his wide and disgustingly vibrant yellow eyes.
He then looked to Red.
"Is your darling Red going to fight tonight, my son is too." He had practically purred.
You could always tell if a person was a snake, even if they bared no mark, even if they didn't wear their colors of black slime and neon green. They had this wild a crazy look in their eyes, as if they were born to kill you with just a glance of their pupils.
Father always had a rule, 'Never trust a Snake,' and his brother, Aussie was what we called 'a hidden hand,' he gathered intell for them about them, so they can safely secure a strategy without anyone getting hurt, and so far it's worked beautifully.
At least for now.
Aussie had left town a few days ago, saying he was needed in uptown New York to settle some business, we haven't heard anything sense.
"No, she isn't, she's still to young." Father had somehow magically walked up behind her, holding her close against his side, her face being squished, the mask riding up a small amount to show her black cross tattoo.

"Your to protective over her Glass, I brought my son to participate, she and him should battle it out." His head tilted slightly.
"Why would I put myself in the ring with a military altered snake? Bred to kill and trained to fight? If I remember correctly we are more coordinated and have a higher level of fighting than you snakes, you rely on tactics and striking the enemy in a unfair way, which is why you always lose in these fights, so why even bother insinuating me to fight a already losing battle to you." Red had spoke to the leader in return.
He froze, his mouth slightly agape, to hear her speak with such intensity.
"How. Dare you!" He had shouted and retorted, he ready to swing a fist however father had stepped in front of her quickly, grabbing his wrist in a lock, then shoving him back.
The male staggering and hitting the concrete wall between them and the other gang.
He seemingly pissed, however he huffed and fixed his jacket, then storming off towards his area of the ring, all of them laughing a small amount at the fools cowardice.
Father looked to me, she looking away crossing my arms over my chest.
"Although you were being truthful, it would have been best if you didn't start a brawl this early into the night." He advised but then walked back towards his seat.
She sighed and looked down ashamed.
'It's always my fault, still,' She had looked up to where the Serpent's sat.
'What's the snakes obsession with me?'

Later on in the night after Sabbath, Lizard and Geo had all secured victories, and her father was consulting with the ringmaster, the one who was in charge of the fight pairings and such, although fighters were allowed to kill someone, they highly and strongly advised you didn't try. It caused, certain issues with the feds.
She was slowly but surely becoming annoyed by sitting and doing absolutely nothing but watching.
Father called it being, 'blood thirsty' but she never saw it.
She saw it as being, protective of her family.
As soon as Father sat down she had looked to the side, meeting eyes with yet another snake, his eyes the same sick golden yellow, but he looked younger than the leader, he looked younger than most of them to be honest.
He had smirked, he motioning his head, drawing Red foolishly into a fight no doubt.
He had withdrew a blade from his belt, gently running the dull end against his neck then pointing to her Father.
She felt a wave of anger swallow her mind, and by then she wasn't thinking, without a single awareness or thoughts, she had signed my name on the list to enter the fights.
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