Defiance.

Chapter 27: Change

He grabbed my by both my wrists, digging his nails into them, out threw the kitchem we go till we reach the bottom of the stairs. "Get in your room" He demands, Who does he think he is, my father? Shit! My father, My family. I forgot about them, That girl in the arena told they were dead. My heart sank at the thought. Isaac noticed the change in my facial expression he looked at me as if i have gone completly mad. "What's your problem?" his toned is highly confused.

I hold back the tears and look straight at his dark chocolate eyes. "It's something I got told while in  the arena, Are my family really dead?" I looked away from him quickly, scared of his answer. He didn't answer which pretty much gave me my answer.

My legs buckled out from underneath me causing me to collapse on the floor in a messy heap. I curled myself into a ball. Isaac spoke softly. "Eli hired some outsiders to do it for him, if you have no family then theres no reason for you to want to go back home. Marcy will also be killed, she's another obstical in the way of Eli getting to you, I don't why but he's obbessed with you, you've got a fire in you and in our line of work, thats possitive thing to have, You can never leave, do you understand?"

I looked up at him slowly, tears starting to prick in my eyes and nodded, I was defeated. Broken. Dead inside. Most of you are thinking; Why not fight and kill them? Because in a way know, they were my only safety right now and my only home. out there in the big bad world, I wouldn't last a day. This was my home and they were in some ways my only family. A family I hated.

I pulled myself up from the floor and ran past Isaac, willingly going to "my" room. I took two steps at a time holding back tears. I walked to end room, opening the door and collasping on the bed. I looked up at the ceiling, my tears wern't coming. Instead they became rage, anger, betrayal, discust, madness. I could feel the change going through my body. If they wanted me to be there personal dog, then thats what i would be. But i would be ruthless, heartless and turned into something that they'd never think i could change into. A killer.

I started to feel my lips pull at the sides, going in to a wicked smirk. My chest started to rumble, getting faster and unsteady, The room was suddenly filled with echo's of laughter, from my body as it roared in delight. Change. It had taken over my body and I gladly welcomed it. I was going to be something that people feared. People wanted to be and I was going to known as death token.

 Eli's Point of veiw.

I pulled up to the house, got out the car and made my way to door, theo thers trailing behind me. We had been to check out situations with the other area. Other gangs had made there way to our area and were threatning to take it over. They wanted our drugs, money and girl. they'd heard about Indie in the fighters club and wanted them for herself.

We already had Tyler after us because that brat Marcy and plus he wanted Indie, all in all she was a good investment. Tyler, that two crossing son a bitch, If That girl hadn't of come in, i'd be dead by now. She was slowly changing, coming on to us and slowly if she hadn't noticed it herself, she was slowly becoming protective over us. We were all like her.

Orphans. Me and Bray came home to find our parents had killed themselfs with heroin over takes. Bray moved away and became invovled in gangs , drugs and money. He lived with a "family" in a swat where he kinda of had twp parents figure, who looked out for him. I had stayed on the low, One day after I had once drunk myself stupid, a street gang tried to mug me,but i threw a good few blows knocking several of them out, there boss Elliot over looked the situation and stopped them before the killed me.

He took me in, taught me how to fight, aim and fired a good shot. After he had taught me everything he knew, I had become a ruthless killer for him. I love the thrill of killing people it gave me so much energy. I fucked countless girls, took amounts of drugs, I loved the life. But then I came across Tristan and Olly, two brothers who had been in the same situation as me, apart from there family was killed by a neighbourhood gang. I took them into Elliot.

 Elliot saw this as good oppotunity to start an outside gang. I would be the leader of it but would always do work for him when and if needed. I was given a large amount of money so that i was always in his debt, over the years I've always paid him back. The brothers followed me to the house we live in now and trained them in there. We bacame close quickly.

 Isaac came next, he made a stupid mistake of breaking into our house one night. we caught him mid-act and attacked him. He cleary knew how to use his gun and put up a good fight. I managed to shoot him in the leg. I gave him the choice to die or join us, He made the right choice of course, he caught on quickly and became a strong fighter.

Noah was last to join, he was already in vival gang.The best know street fighter around the area. We had skilled gun men in our gang, but none of us were amazing the fist department. I needed him. We asked Elliot for the favour of wiping out his family of gang members. Elliot did this easily as he's been after that gang for ages anyway. Noah manged to single handedly kill eight of Elliots twenty men. I was impressed. He was brought to me, after a couple of weeks being persuaded and building up connections with us, he glady joined our group. It was complete.

Jasper was a pure chance though, He was an ex fighter for Tyler. His cousin infact. but the feud between money caused them to hate each other, He had given drugs to me, hence that why we had to give them back along with money, in that feild when we had Indie. Tyler found out about this and set an attack on us, he sent his best fighters. But we whipped there ass. I can't belive Indie shot Marco.

I was furious that he thought he could take my property. But never mind he's seven foot under now. Then he sent Chase to my house to kill the girl once he found out about her. He wanted her. She also killed all of them. it was then i knew she had tatlent. I hadn't even relised she was a secret fighter. not even the night we took her. I hadn't even planned to take her. It was that Marcy who ticked me off, being a slut, she had to die. But I didn't have it in me to kil the other one. Instead I decided to keep her for sex and entertainment for me and the boys. We needed it.

But once she started showing her true character or the one i was making her bring out, I knew i had found a new member. Who of thought of it ? A female assasin. It's make our gang so powerful and feared, you didn't get female asssasin, they were so weak minded. But not Indie. I 'd made her into me.

The only one thing getting in the way was that fact that she still had family and i know she'd try and get back to them. So i had htem killed, one she's mine! and two it'd completly break her. Mine forever. I smiled at this thought. She was going to be my toy forever. I mean she kicked ass at the fight club and that pissed Tyler of a treat. She was falling into place very slowly.

I broke my line of thought and brang myself back the real world. by know i was in the kitchen with all of them except Indie. They were talking about a plan of attact to the oncoming gang. Issac looked slightly spaced out. I caught his attention, he smirked at me and nodded. He'd told her then. I decided to break her even more. Why? Just because I can.

I got up from my seat and my way upstairs to her room. I opened it to find she wasn't in there room. Strange, she wouldn't dare move. I listened around for sound, when I heard movement from under the bed. I bent down on my fours and looked under the bedframe. sure enough she was under there asleep. I laughed at her discomfort. I started to get back up to my felt, when I heard her stir. I felt a split second of guilt come across me. I bent back down and pulled her body towards me from ou under the bed. I lifted her body up into my arms and walked out with her into my room. I placed on her my bed and pulled the covers over her. I sat on the end of the bed staring at her.

She was mine.