A Mafia Narrative

Chapter 1 & 2

                  There was nothing but decay. Decay was the only thing that the city had to offer. The government here was corrupted beyond repair; regular citizens and families worked long, hard hours with little pay, while the rich and powerful score all the privileges and luxuries. The police are arrogant asses who believe that they're better than everyone else. The only way of surviving this hell-hole was either living a miserable life, barely hanging on or become a criminal to society. Especially if you were in a gang. Rumbles against cops and other gangs happened from a day to day basis, and running from them was even harder. Running means that you were a coward and would cry if someone shoved you around. No one wants the nickname 'Jayden the Wuss'. But it wouldn't matter if you ran from 'his' gang, I wouldn't blame you, either. The Carnal Syndicate was, and still is, the toughest gang of all. Sayir was the big man of that gang. A mercy less killer who wouldn't let anything get in his way. He had power that made fuzz quiver in fear. Let alone the power to seize rule over other gangs. He wasn't afraid to kill anyone or anything, heck he'd kill his own friends and family just to get his way.

"Oi, you girl! Get o'er here." A man walked in front of me, interrupting my train of thoughts. He was tall, brown hair barely covered his eyes and he had a thick Australian accent. He was with his drunkard friends down by the curb. "Why don't you come and take a drink with us, mate?"

"Not interested." I said coolly as I shoved him aside. These kinds' idiots usually get into bar fights and quarrels with other wasted people. I hated their guts, thinking they were all mighty tuff.

He grabbed my wrist in an attempt to drag me along, "Come on, why don't you have a swig of alcohol. It isn't do no harm-"

"Don't touch me you filthy dog!" His grip was tight on my wrist, enough that I folded my arm and twisted his behind his back. I leaned my weight forward and pinned him to the sharp edge of the sidewalk.

He gasped for air and struggled to break free, "Please mercy!" "I'm sorry," and, "Let me go!" was all he managed to say.

"Sorry, all out of mercy." I started crushing his neck against the curb while his friends watched, speechless in fear. I smirked, gave him one last shove to set him free. He staggered to his feet and ran off, not completely sure of what just happened.

"Idiots," I continued walking for a couple of blocks before pulling my hood over my head. The icy air bit at my skin, it was the least of my worries. The one thing the boss wanted was for me to hire this 'potential employee'. She told me it ain't going to be a walk in the park. So, I figured I'd take my favorite blade with me. Coming up to a dirty ally way, I shifted my eyes right and left before ducking into the darkness. Leaning against the brick wall, I sat down on the cold concrete. Looking up, I smiled. An intimidating ladder lead up to an open window, just like the boss said it would. "Now all I have to do is play the waiting game," I mumbled to myself as I pulled up a box next to me. I made sure I was out of sight from Ms. Apparently-a-good-hire.

"Here it is!" a voice said, "She said to meet her here." I was half asleep when I heard it.

That must be her. I thought. This kid is going to have a rough interview first. "Heya, kid." Suddenly standing before them. "You must be the gal the boss was talking about, aren't 'cha?" Pastel pink hair started from her head down to the back of her lower thigh. Her pale skinned face was covered by a white bandana, which had small red splatters on the rim of the cloth. She wore a medium length, maroon colored skirt and grey, beat-up sneakers that covered her feet. Above that, she wore a short tank top and a reddish-brown leather jacket.