SO FARIt was a nice day out and, despite their significantly lower status, five members of Black Sun decided just to hang out in one of the alleys and enjoy the day. Truthfully, they had sneaked out of their gang's little head quarters to get away from the tension inside. They had lost three times in a row! Three! That kind of loss was unheard of, and it had just about every member in their gang in all kinds of anger. The tension was just about too much to bear, hence why they had fled.
So now their whole plan was to just relax for the day, maybe steal some food from the local convenience store. Just to lay low, really. They didn't want to get into any kind of trouble today, they just wanted to have fun. Yell at some girls passing even, that was always fun, even if two of the five never meant it. It was no secret that a good one fifth of the gang was gay, but none of the others cared. They just figured that as long as they didn't try anything on any of the other members, who cared who they were ******** in the process? It was their life and body, wasn't it?
So there they sat, in the alley way between a Chinese restaurant and an apartment building, on top of old wooden boxes and garbage cans. They appeared very relaxed, one of them smoking while the others just chatted amongst each other. They were the younger members of the gang, these five, hence why they chose to stick together most of the time. Other members of Black Sun chose to remain on their own, like loners, unless they got into a fight and then they backed up each other. But these five... they always had each other's back. Or they tried to, anyways.
Kodiak leaned his head back and allowed his black hair to fall out of his face naturally. His hair barely brushed his shoulder, but was thick and heavier than it appeared. He was tempted to cut it all off to get the buzz cut that a lot of the guys in the gang had, but decided against it. For one, he didn't know where he would be able to get the money for a hair cut and two, he liked his long hair. His brilliant blue eyes closed and he released a soft sigh of content, before hearing one of the others of the group of five crack a crude joke. He grinned and laughed at it, not because it was funny, but because it was tasteless.
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The warehouse was buzzing, humming, thrumming. This was crazy, three weeks now and the city had been theirs for the taking. It was pretty strange really, sweet yes, but strange. Kir couldn’t help but wonder how long this could last, and if it kept going on, how much the balance would be destroyed. The city was used to change, to the swing, the knife the bite. Let it get settled too long and something more nasty then even they wanted could go down- when really, all any of them wanted was an easy ride. Maybe it was time to shake things up a little.
It wasn’t like he could expect to think in that excitement- the air was thick with it, the boys were sucking down beers like they were soda, Jeff and a few others were already high in the corner, doing lines of the side of their guns. He couldn’t loose it. Leaders had to be fit to lead. Whenever, wherever. That wasn’t to say that Kir never did the dirty, it wasn’t really rare that you’d find him pissed up, drugged up and getting it up behind some dirty club. Before, during and after a fight though, those were the times that complete sobriety were needed. Especially on days like this. The excitement everyone else was feeling was permeated with volatility. The Roses of the Thorn were powerful now, more powerful than one gang had been in this city for a good long while, but Kir knew, most of it was down to luck. The fights were violent and unpredictable yes, but what mattered was who got the punch in first, no one side was stronger than the other.
So, here Kir was. Walking down a street in the midst of the city, his polished boots creating heavy footfalls, that ricocheted off the grimy brick walls either side of him. A feint smell of soya crept past him with the wind, and carried also the laughter of men. Boys. Gang members. No one else would bother hanging around here, no one else would be brave or stupid enough.
Technically, neither gang held any ownership over any part of the city, the fight was won, said gang would take all incoming, free rides and privileges over for that week. It was true though, that the east side was inhabited by Suns and the West by Thorns, that’s just the way it was. Anything in between was no-mans land. This ally was said unclaimed.
Kir wasn’t particularly an easy man to miss, not to say he was huge, rather average frame, not a great build, just enough musculature to flex under tanned skin as he stretched. His head was clean shaven, small beads of sweat trailed down his neck as he walked, and a tribal tattoo marked the place a knife had cut him behind the right ear. Today he wore a white tank top and beaten jeans. Just the thing for a fight, and yes, as he bent down, he pulled a shiny flick knife from the top of his heavy boots.
He rounded the corner, large brown eyes seeming to flame as he stared into the faces of five giggling members of the Black Sun. He wondered how long it would take for the laughter to die on the ends of their tongues.
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Faint but loud foot steps did draw the attention of the five members, but it was only enough to cause their chatter to stop for a few moments as they looked towards the alley entrance before realizing that there was no one there at the moment. Then their conversation spiked up again, as if nothing had distracted them in the slightest. At the moment, all they cared about was that the sun felt good on their partially tanned skin and that the breeze felt just as good as the sun. None of the five paid anymore attention to the road or sidewalk outside the alley, as none of them felt as if there was anything to worry about. True, this alley was in the land that neither gang had claimed, but still. It was a nice day out, why would anyone want to pick a fight?
However, those hopeful thoughts soon died. Kodiak looked over towards the mouth of the cave on a whim, before noticing that there was someone there. Someone that he recognized extremely well, and therefore became worried about it. He elbowed Joshuah, the boy next to him, and he shut up and looked towards the mouth of the alley as well, paling at the sight. "s**t," Joshuah muttered, hopping off of the trashcan. None of the boys were prepared to fight, even though they did have their knives on them. They always had their knives on them, that was a universal rule. You didn't want to get caught off guard without some kind of self defense weapon in this city.
Kodiak cleared his throat and the others shut up as well, and five pairs of eyes were now staring at the man at the entrance to the alley. "What do you want?" he asked, slightly apprehensive. They could run, of course. Five on one were good odds, too. But this guy was the Thorns' leader, and that was never good. Leaders were more skilled. Running would be their best option, and they did know these alleys like the back of their hand...
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He almost wished he could smell fear, it would have mingled nicely with the oily stench of the Chinese Restaurant, just starting up business for the evening. He didn’t need to though, and his lips tugged and curled up into a malicious grin as he saw it pass through everyone of them, every fibre of their beings. Oh but he did love power.
He passed the knife from one hand to the other deftly, it chinking a little against his titanium ring. He blinked slowly, his grin twitching as he watched one of the boys jump up into defence mode. At least they’d been taught right he supposed. He knew what they thought, he was here to have another go, a little rumble to pass the afternoon away. Oh how wrong they were, he was here to collect his pound of flesh, oh and more besides.
He began to size them up. Five of them. Not particularly well known. Some hardly scanned on his radar as members, but then he had a feeling there was a strong camaraderie here. Could he fight all of them if they decided to attack? Probably not, he’d make a good go of it, but he wasn’t a superhero, one man against five only ends up coming out of it in the movies. Could he use his prowess to his advantage, most defiantly. Fear was the biggest killer in this town.
He levelled the gaze of the guy that had spoken, he had gotten the others to quiet, Kir assumed he was the authority, and would take him as such. A good target anyway, jet black hair falling in front of his eyes. Pretty, to say the least. Not that, that mattered, but if Kir was gonna be housing someone, even as a kidnap victim, least he could have someone nice to look at, and oh yeah, a bit of spunk was always fun to break a guy from.
He took a small step forward, jerking his chin a little in the ‘leaders’ direction, laughing a little, just to put pain in the fire.
“A lovely wife, a big house in the tropics and plenty of cash to sleep with, but that’s beside the point. What I’m here for is entirely different” He copped off, one hand deftly twirling his knife, flicking the blade in an out. “I need leverage” he commented, voice low and threatening, brows shadowing his dark expression.
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Everyone of the five Black Sun members knew that they couldn't fight the intimidating male standing at the entrance of the alley. After all, his image had been engraved on their memory just about the moment they joined their gang, as did the images of several of the higher ranking members of Roses of the Thorn. The only purpose for that was in case they ever ran into one alone, as they were lesser members there was just about no possible way for them to take them on. Even five on one, against one as skilled as a leader... Probably wouldn't turn out too pretty for their sake. None of them were exactly skilled, per se, although they did know how to handle a knife fairly well. But no one wanted to get caught off guard, especially by an opposing gang member.
From behind him, Kodiak heard the soft sound of knives being withdrawn from wherever they were being kept, although they weren't planning on using any of them. They all knew that the best thing to do would be to run, and their muscles tensed in preparation for that run. Of course, running wasn't going to be the hard part. Figuring out when to run, however, would be. If they waited too late to run, then Kir would be able to catch them too easily. If they ran too soon, word might end up reaching their own leader that they had acted in cowardice, and that was never a good thing. Cowards were not good in gangs, they barely helped with anything. These five were hardly cowards, just... new to this whole gang scene. They were fairly good fighters, but they also knew how to use their heads.
As Kir took a step forward, the group took a unified half step backwards, not wanting the gap between the two to shrink in any way. Kodiak was tempted to shoot back a remark after the leader's own smart alecky one but chose not to for the sake of his own safety, as well as the four standing behind him. He heard one of the others take another step backwards, but didn't move himself. "Leverage?" he repeated. "Leverage for what?" Kodiak was not liking the way this was turning out.
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Kir already knew they weren’t going to fight, he could see it in the way they stood, they distanced themselves, they flexed and flicked their knifes, but everything about them spoke of defence. Except for his strange new obsession. Oh yes, it wasn’t hard to build obsessions around such things, Kir had many, things that he just couldn’t let go of, things that he would fight for, because they were his little vices, and what are humans but complex structures of vices? Kodiak had stepped forward, was thinking about how to lead his pack, not whether they should run, but when. Kir knew all this because he had done it all before, had fought his way up from the bottom once, knew the pang of fear that settled in your spine like lead, knew the excitement, the rush of getting away, or of a win, knew the dreams and stories that followed, the beatings.
He wondered what anybody wandering into the ally right now would think. It amused him that he would instantly be able to cower and make himself seem the victim, nasty gang of youths threatening a sun-kissed Hispanic. His lips pulled into a smile as he mused over this, his eyes glittering with defiance, taking on an predatory glint when the kid in front was brave enough to speak up to him. Oh he was perfect. Kir wasn’t even sure what he was going to do with his little black sol when he had him- probably lock him up in the warehouse for a others to deal with, a little rough and tumble and all the information they needed would come spilling out in crimson pools. He wasn’t a sadist. He was a tactician.
He spoke in almost over the top smug hostility, something you might see on a gangster film, and it amazed him sometimes how much of his life could be on the silver screen.
“You know, I haven’t quite decided yet, but I tell you this. You’re dead-ended boys.” he nodded towards the end of the ally way. His tones turned smoother. Charmer. “I’ll tell you what” he started, the humble voice of reasoning and mercy “I’ll give you two choices, you” he pointed towards Kodiak with his knife “come with me, and I let you other puppies, or” he moved his head to look up at them, the sun glinting behind him, beads of sweat rolling with dust from his head “I kill you all.”
Cut to the chase. Why the hell not.
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All of the leader's observations were true, right down to the very core. Their legs flexed, and most of them were crouched in that prepared to run stance. Kodiak was prepared to run if necessary as well, but not as obviously as the others were. Part of him didn't even know why he had taken the stance as leader. True, he had been in the gang longer than the others, but that didn't mean anything. Standing up to the leader of the opposing gang took more guts than he'd thought he had, anyways. The blue eyed male swallowed, watching as Hagall smiled at an unknown thought. Whatever it was, it definitely couldn't be that good. For them, anyways. For the gang that had already beaten them three times, however... the thought was probably one that would make them all smile. Not that Kodiak was going to comment on that, though. He knew when to hold his tongue and when he could snap back with only the worry of being reprimanded or anything along those lines. A reprimand he could handle, getting jumped by the leader of the opposing gang... yeah, not so much.
But then Hagall began to speak, and all five of the Black Sun members began to pay close attention, analyzing every word. After he was done speaking, the five were motionless, but Kodiak could feel their eyes turn to him, waiting for an answer. He swallowed again, weighing the choices, before he glanced over his shoulders and frowned. If they all died... well, that wouldn't end up too good for the gang. Even if they were novices, loosing five members at once would lower their reputation and status even further. Not good. An idea sprouted in his mind then, and he gave an exasperated sigh, closing his switchblade. "Fine," he stated, and several of the members behind him began muttering disapproval, but they still walked past them, becoming edgier as they passed the leader.
In truth, Kodiak's plan was really quite simple. He would appear to go quietly with Hagall, but as soon as they reached a populated area such as outside a store or something along those lines he would run. Simple, really. He doubted it would work, but he didn't want the others behind him to have to die.
Kodiak caught the backward glance of the second youngest member in their little group, and he could tell that he was actually scared for him. Still, he didn't want to let the gang leader know the other's fear, so he simply ignore the look instead of nodding to let them know that he was going to be fine as long as his plan worked. Which he planned to have it work, no doubt about that. But then again, everyone planned to have their plans work, otherwise it wouldn't be a very good plan and then it wouldn't be called a plan. Wait... what? Sometimes Kodiak thought too much for his own good, especially in bad situations such as this one.
Despite the rather demanding tone of Kir and the fact that Kodiak was kind of at his mercy for the time being, the lesser member of Sun simply scoffed and looked away. "Why should I tell you?" he asked in response, before looking from the alley wall back to the gang leader. True, being opposing probably wasn't the best idea in this situation, but he had his pride and he was not going to let this Kir guy take it away just because he had some kind of superiority complex. Who cared if they had won the last three rumbles? They were just fights! Maybe the Sun were planning to trash them or something? Well... that would be all fine and dandy if they were but unfortunately, they weren't.
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Kir managed to stay put until the others had traced away, he listened for a good while until he was sure their footsteps were leading them away from here, and not towards some stupid and heroic ambush. He grinned when he knew they had left for real. The fact that he was able to instil so much fear into the hearts and minds of others? It was almost like an aphrodisiac. He felt powerful, wonderful, alive. That grin was wry, and only faded a little when the reply came from his little captive boy
“why should I tell you?” He raised an incredulous eyebrow, it arching up his tanned head, its clean shaven state seeming to give him a wider range of expressions. This one didn’t fear him. Not outwardly anyway. Why was that? Kir couldn’t tell. He was damn sure going to try everything until he was scared, cowering, shivering servitude. The point of fear where you can tell them to do anything and the threat in your voice is reason alone to do so.
“Because if you don’t,
boy” he stressed the word like some kind of insult “I will have to name you myself”
It was just twisted enough he thought, as he let a twinkle of malice enter his eyes. Oh yeah, he could see them all now, all the names he could call this little slice.
He took another step towards Kodiak, closing the gap between them a little more. He wondered if the other was ever going to make a break for it. He didn’t look like the kind to bolt. No doubt he was panning something a little more tactical in his mind.
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Kir smirked, this kid had more attitude than he should have, but he had balls too, and somewhere in his chest was a stab of admiration, and just the smallest shiver of anticipation. There was no way of telling how this was gonna end up, most likely with blood and tears.
In a flash, he moved, darting forward to close the gap between them, his hand closing around the back of Kodiak’s neck, knuckles whiting a little with pressure as he pressed the balls of his fingers into damp flesh. He didn’t want to put the other on the floor, just keep him malleable, and his slight height advantage on the other gave him leeway to do so, he was obviously the stronger in any case, but it was more than likely that this little sun was a might faster than Kir.
Kir’s expression, if Kodiak could have seen it, was one between superiority and glee. He loved having the upper hand, a surge of power ran through him as he felt the tendons in his arm strain to keep pressure.
“come on then, boy” he spat out at Kodiak, his voice wavering with a hint of malicious mirth. The kid wouldn’t tell him his name, he was gonna be called anything and everything. Kir delighted in the insults that weren’t derogatory in the dictionary, but hurt a damn load more when they cut to the quick.
It was hot, he didn’t really want to have to lead the rival member by the neck all the way back to the warehouse, it would look a whole load of suspicious too. The cops wouldn’t stop them, knew Kir by sight as Kodiak and the others had, still. Best to stay out of trouble, specially whilst they were still in no-mans.
He pushed forward a little on the others neck as he spoke, in an attempt to propel the other towards the exit of the alley way, hopefully he had asserted himself enough that the kid wouldn’t make a bolt for it.
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Kodiak was watching with careful eyes as the leader of the opposing gang smirked at him, but otherwise just seemed to stand there. Still, even if he was just standing there, the larger male was very much intimidating. Yet, not wanting to loose his stance, he stood still and strong, only swallowing the build up of saliva that formed in his mouth as he watched Kir.
However, the lower gang member was caught off guard by the sudden movement of the other, wincing when his neck was grabbed. Out of habit, his shoulders seized up and his hand shot up to grab the other's wrist just out of defense. Hopefully, he thought afterwards, Kir wouldn't think that he was being challenged. If anything, maybe the opposing leader would just think him firey, or willful. That's what he hoped, anyways. He definitely didn't want to get on his bad side, but the whole idea of running away would probably lead to it.
The lesser gang member's eyes narrowed when he was called boy, especially in that tone of voice. Not even the higher ups in his gang used that ind of tone. This Kir guy had an attitude, that's for sure, and Kodiak was definitely sure he didn't like it at all. Not that he really had a say in the matter, but still! It irked him, and there was no way that he was just going to lay down and respect him, not if he was being treated like this, anyways.
He knew that his sweat was probably making Kir's grip on him difficult to hold, but he wouldn't run until he got the perfect chance. Little did the taller, stronger male know, he was giving him just that very chance when he was shoved forward.
Kodiak stumbled slightly when he was pushed, but then realized his chance. Kodiak was not a stupid guy, he knew when to run. Swallowing, he caught himself before bolting towards the mouth of the alley, taking a sharp right. It was only half a mile to the safer territory that was owned by Black Sun, and hopefully he could make it before Kir caught up to him. Hell, if anyone was hovering around the borders he could scream or yell or something and catch their attention... Would he be gutsy enough to take on more than one Sun?
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Kodiak's grip on Kir's was as much defence and reflex as it was a challange, he knew that, but then there was something in the other than Kir recognised from both personal and visual experience, was definance. He was looking forward to crushing that in the boy. His dream for this boy, he thought, would be to convert him- the first Sun to Thorn transfereance. In a 'perfect world' he would have Kodiak kill one of his own gang. Oh yes, that would be as sweet as these things come, to burn the sun. It was a challange he had already accepted.
These were the thoughts running through Kir's head as he pushed forward on Kodiak's neck, felt the muscles tense and flex in protest, felt him self smile inside, swell with pleasure, bukle with anger as he felt the chain of muscles carry on moving, linking neck to spine and legs and feet. The boy shot like a cork out of a bottle, and Kir, for a moment was stunned. Daring, more daring than he thought anyone had in them- in the same position; he wasnt sure even he would have done the same.
It was a shame then, that Kir felt that guns had no style, in that moment he could have used one, taken a shot to Kodiak's foot and sent him over. Instead he had to run after him. In the heat. He was not happy.
His own synapses shot lightening through him, connection brain to feet and anger to muscle as he ran, soles of his boots pounding on the asphalt, thunder of the gods. Of mars, of war and hatred. Of the love of the chase.
He rounded the corner like a stallion, gravel spurting from the place where his soles skidded as he turned, eyes flashing like a tiger hunting his prey.
Kodiak was headed towards Sun turf, Kir knew that. If the boy crossed the boarder, it was pretty much done for, Kir was strong, but not immortal. Full gang members with guns and blades were a little different than some back alley wannabe boys with flickknifes.
He was going to catch Kodiak.
He could see the boy's form infront of him, running full tilt.
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It was a good long while since Kir had had a proper chase down. A hunt. His sight-line was faded to only the man before him, the boy. Running like a mouse from a lion. And yes, Kir was king of this Concrete Jungle. He could hear the blood surging through him, pounding in his eardrums, almost matching the pace of his feet hard on the ground.
The boy was fast, he'd give him that. They had covered alot of ground, through alleyways and across sun drenched streets that were stained the colour of blood in the setting sun.
As Kodiak rounded the corner of a boarded up house, Kir began to recognise some of the graffiti, they were nearing the boundaries. He swore softly and pushed himself further. He wasnt going to let this little mouse get away from his claws. If the other reached Sun land however...Kir would have to give up. He was strong, but he'd be one man against hundreds. It would be suicide.
He grunted a little as she picked up his pace, his muscles screaming at him, his own vocalisation was met by another up ahead as Kodiak his the ground. A soft skid on loose gravel and dust, the crack of bone against pavement, the flare of a smirk across Kir's face. He had him now. Even as the boy was pushing himself up, Kir was leaping for him, going for a full body tackle, fell his pray like a real lion.
His muscles tensed and his legs pushed him forward in a swirl of dust that stuck to the sweat of his body. If he didnt make contact now, so close to the border, he'd have failed. Everything rested on this moment.
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God, it was so hot! It didn't help much that Kodiak was running feel speed, either. Today just wasn't his day. First he and his little group were confronted, and then he was picked out of the whole group by the leader of the opposing gang of all people... and now he was running for his freedom in extreme heat. Sweat practically poured off his forehead and ran along the back of his neck, staining his shirt with salty water. His feet were beginning to hurt as well, from pounding against the concrete.
Even through the beating of his feet on the concrete and his heavy panting, Kodiak heard Kir following him. His thighs and calves burned as he attempted to speed up; he hadn't run like this in quite a while. It was hard for him to keep up the pace, and the heat was blurring his vision. s**t! he thought, stumbling as he ran into a crate that a shop keeper had discarded in the street. This wasn't good, he was slowing down. His chest hurt from trying to breathe while running as well.
Then, the unfortunate happened. Kodiak's foot caught the edge of another box laying hazardly in the street. Caught off guard, he was unable to catch himself and he tripped. His hands shot out and he managed to catch himself, bits of gravel lodging themself into his palms. The impact stung, and the knee that smacked into the ground hurt. He knew he had skinned his knee, and he also knew that it was more than likely bleeding. Well, this wasn't good at all. Now he knew that Kir had to have caught up with him...
Still, despite that obvious fact, the border was so close! Kodiak lurched to his feet and began to run again, ignoring the cramp that had just decided to form in his side from running so much.
Kodiak knew he had screwed up once he'd tripped. Now every step he took with that leg made him wince, and he had a good idea that there would be more than just a skinned knee there when he got to check. He was fairly sure he didn't break anything, but god knows there was going to be a heck of a bruise there later on, something he was trying not to think about at the moment. Right now... all he was focusing on was the feel of the pavement underneath his feet, not wanting to trip again. He had to focus! He was so bloody close to the borderline of his gang's territory, so close to safety...
Yet, all thoughts of safety fled his mind as a bone crushing impact slammed into his body, sending him to the ground again. All his breath was knocked out of his lungs, making it practically impossible for him to scramble to his feet again. That, and now his body was aching all over, not just his knee from the collision on the pavement. Kodiak struggled to breath, his lungs aching from the run. Now he felt pathetic, knowing that he had really, truly, and royally screwed up.
"s**t..." he gasped, trying to push himself to his feet again.
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The impact with the ground was, in most part, broken my the kid beneath him. Kir was glad however that Kodiak was as worn out and battered as he was, because the tumble hurt them both like a b***h; and Kir probably would have had to push himself a s**t load more than he wanted to to keep running at that point. He hit the kid then the ground with a grunt. But Kodiak was down, and Kir was grinning. "s**t" he heard the other get out, as he tried to scramble up. Kir was taller and heavier than Kodiak, and kept his weight on the boy, grabbing him by both shoulders and turning him over. He was effectively straddling the boy, almost as they were straddling the border between the land boundaries. Kir, despite the shock of hitting the ground, had recovered, more quickly than Kodiak he assumed, the boy would have bruises for a while. A s**t eating grin was plastered across his face. "I wouldnt try and run again, boy" he shot out; his eyes sparkling with malice. Deep brown eyes, that set off his skin tone, black lashes beaded with sweat. His hand fastened across the others throat. It wasnt tight, he wouldnt bruise or block airways, but it was a warning.
"Are you going to be a good little doggie and follow master home?" he asked snidely.
It didnt matter if Kodiak knew what he was in for. Lets be honest, he probably already did. Unless he thought Kir meant to murder him. It wasnt the way, that would be too much. For now anyway....
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Kodiak could feel blood trickling down his chin from where his teeth had clamped together during the fall, catching his bottom lip in between them. He swallowed the build up of blood and saliva in his mouth, attempting to squirm his way out from underneath the opposing gang's leader, but having no success in his escape attempt. He winced when he was shoved over, being forced onto his back and having to look up at Kir. Almost desperately, the male's gaze shot towards where he knew he would be safe, but saw no one. Apparently they were all inside, escaping this torturous heat. They were the smart ones, that's for sure. If he had just thought to stay inside today, then he wouldn't be stuck in this damned predicament. In a last act of defiance, Kodiak shot a glare up towards the male pinning him down, straddling him so that he couldn't get up. His back burned from where his shirt had rode up and the skin was now pressing against searing hot concrete, but he didn't let that bother him in the slightest. Right now he had bigger things to deal with, things that could very easily kill him.
As Kir's hand clamped down loosely around his neck, Kodiak swallowed, stilling his movement for the most part. His chest was still rising and falling rather quickly, seeing as it was hard for him to catch his breath while being sat on top of. Sweat trickled down the side of his face, and he swallowed again, tasting blood in his mouth as well as feeling it slide down his chin and onto his neck.
"Now why the hell would I do that?" the gang member asked in response, trying to keep his voice steady.
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This kid had more guts than his life was worth, and Kir was damned well going to show him that. He almost growled, if such a man could. His face was stormy, but the flash in his eyes was almost gleeful. He was pleased, so pleased with how this little scene was playing itself out, if the kid had been a frail cat, if he had bowed down to kiss Kir's boots whilst he wet himself and blubbered out insults to the Black sun? It wouldnt have been worth it, and it wouldnt have been half as fun. Right now? Kir knew he had someone loyal, with spirit, someone who might be worth something to the sun.
He laughed. It was the kind of laugh a serial killer might have in a b-movie. Black, humourless, dangerous.
"You're going to do that, boy" he started, slowly, his hand still loose on the others throat, flexing a little.
"Because if you dont" he went on, pausing then, to bend.
In the heat of the setting sun, they were both slick, and the colour of the sky flooded the ally way with bleeding crimson. Kir's face was so close to Kodiak now, they could feel one another's breath, he grinned, widely, the glint in his eye shining with malice as he opened his mouth, his tounge snaked out between white teeth, one capped in gold, he licked dryly, the blood from the others chin, then righting himself, turned to the side and spat.
"there will be more of our fluids than that marring this pavement tonight"
It wasnt clear what he meant, but the crushing hold on the others chest and neck suggested blood, and lots of it.
"Now, I'm going to get up and youre going to follow, and no, I wont help you to walk."
He waited however, did not rise just then, he wanted to see if there was anything left in the other. He wanted to see the disgust and hate bloom across those almost delicate features.
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It was common knowledge that the more he struggled, the more s**t Kodiak would be in when Kir finally got him back on his gang's land. Still, the least that he could do was try and delay that from happening. No one wanted to be caught dead on an opposing gang's land, especially not after being dragged there by the other gang's leader. Definitely not a good thing. He swallowed, which was pretty hard to do with someone's hand around your throat, no matter how loose the grip was. Chills ran down his spine at the cold laugh, and his body was practically yelling at him to do what this guy said, to keep his life in tact. Kodiak never was one to listen to his conscious.
A little sneer pulled at the corner of Kodiak's lips when he was called boy again, not exactly liking the nickname that Kir had chosen for him. Still, he wasn't going to bend to the guy's will like he lacked backbone and just tell him his name. He was wary, eyes not moving away from the gang leader despite the fact that he had to squint. The sun was shining down from right above them, making it extremely difficult to look up in the slightest. He was silent, the only noise coming from him being heavy panting.
When the other's head neared his own, Kodiak was highly tempted to bite his nose, or something like that. Instead, another urge swept over him, this one not being quite as easy to subdue. With what little fluid was left in his mouth, well... Once Kir was close enough, the lesser gang member spat at him, mouth now awfully dry without that one pit of saliva to moisten it.
Despite himself, Kodiak shuddered when he felt Kir's rough tongue wipe away his blood from his cheek. Right about now he wished he had AIDs or some other blood born disease, so he could rub that in the other's face just to spite him. However, he didn't, which would usually relieve someone. But not him, not now. He would much rather give the guy above him AIDs or something than stay sterile.
"I wouldn't follow you if you were the last person on earth," Kodiak snapped in reply, knowing that what he said wasn't exactly the most creative thing in the world, but for now it would work. If one wanted to be even more cliche, you could say that his eyes held the fiery will of someone that wouldn't go down easily... Which was more or less true, really.
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