Guns N' Roses||Rewrite||Klance Mafia Au

D A F F O D I L S

The daffodil symbolizes rebirth and new beginnings. It became associated with new beginnings (and the coming of spring) because it is one of the first perennials to bloom after the winter frost. Though daffodils do grow in shades of white and orange, they are best known for brightening up the garden with their cheery yellow hues.

-L a n c e-

I sighed taking a rag from my back pocket as I began to wipe the blood from my blade. Yet another lifeless body lays before me, my family's initials carved into his chest. It's our signature, a branding, a sign to the world that this man has wronged and brought shame to the McClain family name. 

Nights like these a wave a guilt seems to crash over me. At heart I know these men are horrible people but sometimes me thoughts seem to wonder. Sometimes I tend to let these thoughts ponder longer than necessary. These people aren't nobody. They are someone to somebody out there; a son, a brother, a father, a cousin, a friend. But kidnapping innocent children? Traumatizing them and stripping  them away from their families to sell them for god knows what    purpose. All while trying to raise children of their own. . . now that is the greater sin. 

I should feel a familiar buzzing in my back pocket. I answer the call placing the phone against my shoulder tilting my head to the side. "Yes Pidge?" I begin to take off my glove taking in the mess in front of me. "A message from Adam sir." I sheath my knife. "Alright well what is it then?" Reaching into my bag I pull out a can of blue spray paint. "Well sir Adam is currently saying that his unit is still assigned to all the McClain cases in the city and they'll be heading your way soon. I guess someone had reported the screaming sir." I sighed uncapping the can.

'Well thank you for relaying the message Pidge. Things on this end are almost done just working on a little surprise for when the officers arrive. I'll be heading back soon I'll see you back at the base." I tucked my cell back into my pocket and began to paint the blue rose on the wall above the body. My signature. 

Grabbing my coat I hop inside my car knowing Pidge would delete any and all traces of me being here. Their the best hacker that I know. I hit shuffle and let the music blast as I speed down the streets of LA to our home base. 

-K e i t h-

I've been on the team for the shortest period of time. I'm the new guy and the youngest so being the errand boy is understandable, fetching the coffee for everyone and etcetera. But only after three months of working here it's almost like I always have my hands full. This whole McClain case doesn't help either while we're neck deep in paper work and other cases. Not the mention a majority of these guys see us, the LAPD, as the bad guys. They idolize this 'Blue Rose Killer' thinking they're a saint. Sure they're killing the bad guys. the traffickers, but murder is illegal and so is their distribution of drugs and illegally modified fire arms. For a newbie I'm pretty swamped and stressed. 

I was at my desk reviewing yet another report when I hear Shiro burst through the door walking down the hallway. "Keith, Aullura, Coran, Adam we're heading out get geared up. We got reports of screaming down by some storage unit out near the marina." I sighed closing the manila folder and started for the locker room. I through on my blue shirt and pulled over my vest with 'LAPD' scrawled across the front. I holstered my guns and headed for the squad cars. 

I sat in the back with Aullra as we drove past the bright lights and tall buildings. The people on the street not knowing what had just taken place just a few blocks away from them. When we arrived on scene the building most definitely looked abandoned. There were shattered windows and tiny bits of over grown plants here and there as though nature was trying to take over. 

I took a deep breath as we stepped out of the car. I pulled out my pistol and a my flashlight one hand over the other as we walked into the building met with nothing but darkness. We all filed in behind Shiro. "LAPD! Keith take the left. Adam take the right." We moved in quickly and quietly. "Right clear!" I walked left shinning my light. "Left clear! Aullura can you find the lights?" It took a few minutes before the lights were on. 

It was no surprised when we were greeted by a corpse on the ground in a pool of their own blood with a the letters 'McC' carved into  his chest and there it is again. That stupid blue rose spray painted onto the walls right above the body. From what I've read on the previous case files on the McClain cases these rose paintings are new. They had only begun to show about a year ago. These guys aren't our average criminals. They've been killing for years and they've gotten away with it almost every single time and yet they have yet to be caught. But we will catch them soon if it's the last thing I do. 

-L a n c e-

I stepped through the threshold of the McClain family estate to be greeted by the maids and butlers offering to take my coat. I  wanted nothing more to be out of these filthy garments. To rid myself of that man's blood. "Sir there is a bath ready as well as a fresh change of clothes waiting for you." I smile and nod thanking the my personal maid, Samantha, she's been with me since I was a young boy. 

I stand under the hot water letting it hit my body feeling the stinging sensation of the water creating this numb sensation. After the kill I feel numb letting the events that had just taken place replay in my mind as I try to justify my actions. As I child I had many dreams that I knew could never come true. No child should have to go through this. Shouldn't be taught how to dispose of a body or the most efficient and the least messiest way to kill someone. A child should be raised care free and now burdened to such destiny. They should be believing in aliens and dreaming about going to the moon not thinking about how their family name will lead them to being surrounded by bodies and not friends they can rely on. This is not what I want for my own children. 

I step out of the shower cleaning myself up to look presentable. I change into the new change of clothes. i walked down the overwhelming white chiseled hallways lined with family portraits lined with golden frames. Curtains with different shades of blue sat at the edge of all the windows. I stopped for a moment a few feet away from my father's study staring out the window to see the bright city lights of Los Angeles. I never wanted to kill people of course but it's not as though I'm going around shooting the innocent. But still. . sometimes taking the life of others. . to play the role of the grim reaper, judging wether or not they're to die or not is hard. But after all what can I do when I was raised to be an assassin, a shadow in the night, a cold blooded killer. 

"I need to stop thinking about this. . there's nothing I can do to change the past now." I took a deep breath before knocking on the door to t he study. I heard a faint 'come in' before I opened the door. "I take it you took care of the situation boy." he asked as he sat back by the fire sipping his tea not even bothering to face me. I nodded to myself. "Yes sir. ." I could feel the sick twisted proud smile on his face. 'Good work. Now return to your room dinner will be ready soon and your mother and siblings will be joining us tonight." I bowed to the back of the chair. "Yes sir." I walked out shutting the door behind be and let out a sigh returning my room until dinner. 

-A d a m- 

I was thankful that Lance had managed to leave the scene before we had arrived. He wasn't as reckless as he used to be when he had first started to kill for his parents. Before he would speed through the city on his new motorcycle yet his kills where never sloppy. .  always clean. I sighed taking my camera to take shots of the scene the minor details that still couldn't be linked to the McClains. It seems as thought the young mast had decided to use his knife again instead of a gun. 

"Adam come here please and take a picture of this one. Damn he got away again. ." I nodded walking over to where Shiro was standing taking  a picture of Lance's signature blue rose tagged on the wall as well as the 'McC' carved into the victim's chest. I looked around watching as the rest of the team tried to put the puzzle together trying to get one step closer to stopping the McClain family. I shook my head believing that Lance would never get caught. As my friend and as the young master of the family I serve I hope he manages to escaped this hell hole. But until he can I'll continue to play my role being the inside man sitting right under the noses of the high ups in the LAPD. 

so hey it's me I honestly had no idea how to continue the old version since my writing style had changed and uh hopefully I had improved with this rewrite. I hope y'all like this one just as much as you liked the old version. Uh honestly I had a lack of motivation lately for writing. There was a lot of ideas just no motivation ya know. Anyways I need to sleep because uh it's getting late and I have class in like what six hours anyways hope you enjoyed and I should have the second chapter out soon  -Prince