I hurried out the elevator when it made a *Chunk chunk* sound. The screen cage rolled open. I immediately ran over to the parking lot. I spotted a familiar brown haired man. He had his speakers at a average level. A good beat played, while he took a drag of his cigarette. He had a couple of scars on his face.

I noticed Elle wasn't in the vehicle with him...

"Hey, Ronin. What took so long? Pack it up, we have a concert to crash-"

"What?"

"You know what I mean, chill, we're gonna have a blast." I gave him a nod and I rounded the front of his sports car and called shot gun.

"Where's Elle?" I questioned him, I closed the door behind me and he took off in a flash.

"She's finishing her shift at the bar, she's just finishing serving a couple of drinks for the evening. She's also helping Samurai set up, so it goes perfect." He explained.

"That's seriously cool."

"And beautiful, I wouldn't trade her for anything. She has a beautiful heart and personality, that's something I've fallen for. First glance, she's my girl to the end of time." I smiled brightly when I heard Wyatt say that about Elle.

"I'm glad you have somebody to seal your heart, Wyatt." I complemented him. He smiled charmingly.

"I'm glad as well, Ronin. SHi-!" He was cut off when someone nearly got ran over by Wyatt. He hit the breaks as hard as he could, shifting the emergency breaks on. My heart skipped a beat for what was about to happen. The vehicle stopped, before the hood smashed into the man. The man on the road wobbled and continued to cross the road.

"Fuck'n ashat! Son of a bitch needs to learn to not drink so much where-"

"Calm down! Your car hasn't got a scratch, you stopped before he got hit. Lets just be grateful that we didn't get into an accident!" I yelled. Wyatt calmed down immediately and sighed.

"You're right, lets just get to the bar, before a cow crosses the fuck'n road." Wyatt joked and rolled his eyes. He shifted the gears back and we continued.

"Alright, but there isn't a single cow in Night city-"

"You know what I mean." Wyatt laughed.

We rolled up to the lot of the bar. In large illuminate letters it read 'The red Dirt.'

"I still cannot believe I agreed to this..." I placed my head in my hands as a joke.

"Don't worry, you ain't a thirteen-year-old fan girling over your favourite band, embarrassing yourself backstage." Wyatt joked.

I was silent after that. He parked at the front, we had to be checked at the front for weapons. Of course I didn't bring anything with me this time. I was amazed at the style of bar this was! It was indescribable. Probably the coolest bar I've seen in a while. The lights were red, setting the badass mood of tonight.

The coolest part was we were the first ones heading towards the front. We spotted a familiar, thin, red haired girl. When she locked eyes with Wyatt, a bright smile washed over her face.

She immediately ran over to Wyatt, she jumped up to give him a hug. He caught her hips onto his, he held her tightly. She giggled and greeted him with a kiss.

"Hey gorgeous, didn't expect you'd be finished so soon." Wyatt flirted with her, making a tinted pink wash over her cheeks.

"I make the time, besides I had to get the bouncer to get rid of a couple of men that nearly destroyed the place, when I was helping the staff set the place up."

"They what-" She silenced him with another kiss. I chuckled, then jabbed him on the side.

"We gonna hang around, or are you two gonna make out the entire time?!" I joked, Wyatt's face was red as hell he placed Elle onto the ground gently.

"R-right." Wyatt answered.

"Aw, don't worry there'll be time for that later." I burst into laughter when she said that!

"Hey, I'm sure you'll feel the same thing for one of the bad members-"

"That's gross, I am not a stan, Wyatt." I answered then hurried over to the front when people started piling in.

???pov.

I moved my pink hair away from my face, as sweat made it stick. I layed there, peering through the scope of my gun. Slowly I breathed, steady breaths, I aligned the cross hair along everyone's heads.

"Target is a man in a blue suit jacket." Thomas suggested to me from my communicator.

"Target locked. He's next to a women with blue hair." I replied to Thomas.

"Affirmative, take the shot when you think it's right."

"Time to bring in the splatter." I replied to Thomas, he was in the bar, undercover.

"Damn that's style alright, babe." Thomas said, I smiled to myself.

"This channels going to be silent, take the shot, and I'll meet you back at our apartment." Thomas suggested.

I simply nodded and waited patiently for the right moment.

"Just...Be careful, Ross." Thomas suggested. I stayed silent. The wind wasn't harsh, it wasn't quiet on top of the rooftops. I observed everything, sound, wind, the trigger. The trigger was cold, my finger was steady. 

Back to Ronin.

I saved the three of us a spot, noticing other fans wore Samurai shirts supporting the bad, I hated how half of the women dressed-

The lights suddenly blacked out. Everything turned pitch black, people screamed for a moment. Then the band appeared on stage and everyone started to roar in cheers. I looked behind me noticing how man people were here. Thankfully I had a bit of arm room. Elle was on the left, near the middle of the barricade in front of the stage. Wyatt was in the middle, next to me. I was on the right side of him. And a random guy with a blue dress suit stood next to me.

A man with black hair started off by greeting the crowd. His hair was shoulder length, and he had a metal arm, kinda like Elle.

The band started off with a couple of their famous songs like Black dog, The ballad of buck Ravers, Never fade away, Chipp'n in, A like supreme, then a couple breaks in between. My heart ran wild when the beat was not as rad as their other metal songs.

"Here's a new one dedicated to a girl named Ronin. A friend of her's sent this one in a few years back, in a fan letter. Damn, I'm still pretty pissed I didn't see it sooner. Explaining a shit background, I gotta admit I didn't expect my heart to twist at this fuck'n song after I read it. So, you motherfuckers better enjoy this last one, because this is gonna be the last song of our career. This one's called Roses. So, if she's here tonight lets give a roaring applause after this song." I wanted to hide my head under something after he said my name.

The band started off with a tapping on the symbols then a bit of keyboard, then guitar. The black haired man played the tunes extremely well.

I swear, I hope no one thinks this is childish. I'm gonna crawl away if it's terrible then I thought.

"Sometimes you want to fade away,"

"Sometimes you want it all,"

"Sometimes you need to slow things down,"

"Bring it to a crawl,"

"There's no one coming after you, there's no one at the door."

"Sometimes you just don't understand the point of it all."

"If I could set the world on fire you'd be the only one to cry!" He pulled the note from his gut and sang it with a strong note, not a high one.

"But I still need to hear you say, you'll lay roses on my grave."

"Turn your face into the wind, no one will hear you cry."

"Reality comes crashing in, begging for a fight,"

"There's no one hiding in the halls, no one to look out for."

"All accounts are overdrawn, it's time to step aside."

"If I could set the world on fire, you'd be the only one to cry!" He hit that note again, every beat was so smooth. I was nearly gonna cry how loud the crowd was rocking out to it. I felt like crying, but yet again I didn't want to show emotion. I felt more happy then sad at this point.

"But I still need to hear you say, you'll lay roses on my grave."

"If I could shut this whole thing down, hold my breath, don't make a sound."

"But I'd still need to hear you say, you'll lay roses on my grave."

"If I could set the world on fire,"

"You'd be the only one to cry." He added.

"But I still need to hear you say,"

"you'll lay roses on my grave."

"If I could shut this whole thing down,"

"hold my breath,"

"don't make a sound."

"But I'd still need to hear you say, you'll lay roses on my grave." He finished the last line of the song. The crowd screamed and only wanted more.

BAM!!!!!!!!! A thunderous blast echoes throughout the room. I felt something splash onto my face. I stopped when everyone started to scream and run. Something hard and heavy fell onto me, making my face collided, sideways against the ground.

"Ah..." I groaned in pain, from how heavy the impact of the man was.

I touched my face, and widened my eyes when I saw red...

I looked at the man that was on me, smoke came from his mouth, cleanly a bullet went through.

"Fuck!" I hollered in horror. Wyatt quickly came out from cover and noticed me. I pushed the lifeless body off of me. 

He grabbed my wrist and tried to help me up, until more shots were heard. People started getting popped off by men in black suits. I crouched down and ran over to the tipped over table in a booth, I guess this was where Wyatt took cover.

Suddenly, someone aligned their gun with Wyatt. Another loud blast echoes the room, Elle screamed when the bullet grazed his arm.

"Fucker!" He yelled in pain, he clutched his arm. 

Elle quickly jumped up and Wyatt screamed "Elle, no! Stay down!" 

"I'm not leaving you to die! Pass me a gun or...Something!"She screamed in worry. The only gun that was on the floor was where the guy that collapsed onto me. The gun was in a holster under his arm. But I didn't want to get into a crossfire! But this was our only shot.

Wyatt tore off a bit of the table cloth from the table, and quickly blinded it, trying create a blood clot, where it was oozing. There was so much blood, not to mention the shit on my face. This was a horror right here-.

I ducked my head when more shots were being fired. I noticed a man that hid behind the row of booths, close to the left side that we were on. A man with glowing shades, and a bit of an army cut changed his clip to his gun. The reality was how the fuck he smuggled it in without them catching him. Or... Maybe he had a licence to carry one.

"Hey! Cover me!" I yelled, grabbing his attention as soon as possible. I ran out of my hiding spot and slid, I grabbed the gun and started to fire back. The three men ducked when I started to shoot.

I felt my collar at the back get grabbed once I kept the open fire. I had four rounds left. I was pulled onto the stage. I spun around to punch whoever dragged me up onto the stage and over the bar. 

"On your left." He said. I noticed it was the black haired man that sang my song. He had a silver pistol and he immediately started to take out one of the three. I followed his lead and fired back.
The second one was down, but the third didn't jump up.

"Toss the gun! And you'll live, unlike your buddies." I chuckled, adding a bit of morbid humour into the situation. The place was so trashed, glass everywhere, cotton from the booths on the floor. The place was a splash of crimson in specific areas, not to mention Elle just cleaned this place!

"You killed my friends! You'll pay you fuck'n bitch."

"Eh, as they say bitches get stitches. I came for a good time pal, whatta ya say I buy you a drink and you drop the gun?" I bribed him.

"Why would I do such a thing? Why would I drink with someone who killed my friends?" He snarled in a vile tone, drenched in venom.

"Well then you don't have to die like your homies."

"This is your idea of stopping this fuck'n crossfire-" The lead singer questioned. 

A gunshot rang through the room, I jerked in the response. It was like slow motion. The bullet spun in a perfect spiral, cutting through gravity, I watched as a dot darted to get larger. I started to fire in the process. I closed my eyes quickly.

I didn't feel the puncture from the bullet. I opened my eyes, seeing the lead singer was already off of the stage, splitting each shot the man fired at the lead singer. I guess it was great to have that quality, by having a metal arm could prove useful. Gotta thank him later...just don't mention you're the writer of the song-.

The man who I assumed was the one with neon sunglasses finished off the last man. I wondered where the rest of the band were?

"Yo Johnny you alright?" Wyatt questioned the lead singer.

"Never been fuck'n better, besides being the only one to step up and add this bullshit to my plate." Johnny answered, standing in the middle of the dance floor, observing the mess.

"Put all of the fuck'n damage on my tab. And..." Johnny turned his cold gaze over to me. He quickly lit a cigarette and then finished his sentence.

"You might want to get cleaned up." He answers to me before leaving to go backstage. I immediately realised the blood and other unspeakable things that was there...

"I told you this would be a horrible idea." I scolded Wyatt.

"Hey, I didn't realise this shit would go down." Wyatt snapped.

"He's right, you cannot blame him on this." Elle backed up Wyatt.

"It was going to happen either way." A voice said. I turned my head over my shoulder and noticed the man with glowing sunglasses.

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"I'm Thomas Cage. Bounty hunter of Night city. They were here to kill Johnny. Why do you think the man in the blue suit had a gun? Or even stood that close to the front?" He questioned, clarifying a crystal clear picture of what happened.

"Ronin Silverjynx, bounty hunter as well. I raised a bloody hand out to him. He immediately shook it, not giving a care if it had blood or not. That said character about him, we're gonna get along just fine.

"Strange, never seen you around these parts. You a private hunter or-"

"I do whatever feels necessary, things that I'm good at. If you insist, then I'm a private bounty hunter." I smirked how stupid I was sounding. Maybe that was just my thoughts.

"Right, if you ever need something, here's my card." Wyatt handed me a silver card, very professional detail on it, with his name and number.

"Sounds great, Mr. Cage." I mumbled observing the card a bit more.

"Ronin you want to meet the band-" Wyatt questioned. My stomach immediately twisted, I was so embarrassed to be here. Even how much I desired to do a proper meet with Johnny Silverhand, I had to say no. I looked like shit, not to mention what just happen was too much for tonight.

"I-I'm gonna have to pass, Wyatt." Wyatt gave me a strange look and then smiled.

"Alright Elle and I will say hi for you. Would you like me to drive you home-" I was already gone by the time he finished his sentence. Tonight was the best and worst night of my life. Wyatt wasn't the one to blame at all for this. He had no part in one happened, he only defended me and his girl. I was glad Thomas was there, except I wonder who was the sniper who shot through one of the large windows. That was clean, mostly professional.