Top Dog's eyes held a terrifying glare, "What the hell happened?"
Track lowered his head, "The gang on Elmsign. Seems their leader was part of the first generation."
"First generation? Who the hell?"
"Black Iron. . ."
"Shit. . . Okay okay get the injured to R-R. I'll figure that out later."
Top Dog rubbed his forehead in frustration while walking towards another group, "Damn! Is my Street Dogs a posse? Why the hell are most of you crawling from your graves?!"
Track grit his teeth as he ordered the few in his group to bring the injured to R-R. As they quickly dispersed he found an empty space and sat. A defeated sigh escaped his lips, "First generation bullshit."
His eyes wandered and happened to land on someone specific. The young boy had been following him around, but his presence was close to none. With a voice of irritation Track snapped, "The hell you following me for?"
The young boy lowered his head and began to walk off. Filled with immediate regret Track called out, "Wait! You're okay, just. . . come sit for a second."
Settling himself down next to Track the young boy did not speak. Troubled by what to say Track attempted to clear the silence, "Why are you here?"
The young boy stared at him.
Pinching the bridge of his nose Track tried again, "I mean, why are you here with us? We're just some gang you recently came across right? I don't know your history, but I highly doubt you would like all of this."
The young boy turned his focus towards the center parking lot of the Motel. Despite the anger and lack of morale present, there was still attentive care being shown. Although Top Dog spoke a lot of angry words, he didn't hesitate to contact each and every group that returned. Always making sure they were on their way to heal up. It was a dysfunctional gang, but it felt sort of like family. Such a feeling the young boy wanted to immerse himself in for a while longer.
He could not find the words to say this feeling however.
Track followed the young boy's gaze. Watching the buzz of activity a sigh began to form in his throat. His palms began to itch as he watched the Street Dogs boil in anger. Despite becoming a District they were beaten like this. Even if all battles weren't a loss, this was not a side a District should show.
Clenching his knees Track stood up, "Not gonna sit here wasting time feeling sorry. Kid, you want to stick around? You're gonna need to throw some weight. You're naught but stick and bone. I'll teach ya how to become stronger. You follow?"
A flicker of interest sparked in the young boy's eyes. This slightly disturbed Track, for the young boy hadn't shown any emotion up to this point. As if his words reignited an old fire. With a grin he found the disturbed feeling being quickly replaced with interest, "Good look. Come on, I'm gonna put you through hell and back to get you up to speed."
Lifting himself off the ground the young boy followed Track. With a small glance back to the parking lot the young boy steeled himself. No one knew his motives, or his desires. A sort of wild card to this city, but perhaps everyone is in their own way. It did not matter what the young boy dreamed of. For in this city dreams are crushed or withered. Nothing matters more than survival.
As those two vanished, Cole came stumbling back. Being the one to carry the unconscious Jay back to R-R he arrived back much sooner than anticipated. Struggling to catch his breath, a sign from the panicked running he performed, he called out, "Top Dog!"
Top Dog looked his way, "What?"
"Black Iron. . . he's-"
"Catch your breath Cole, speak clearly."
Inhaling sharply Cole hurriedly explained, "Black Iron is gathering up his gang and coming here!"
"Bastard damn near cripples one of my Street Dogs and then wants to come to my doorstep-"
"Top Dog!", another shouted.
With a frown he faced the other Street Dog, "What is it now?"
"Blue Neon is heading our way!"
"Ah god damn-"
"Top Dog!", another called.
A frown formed on Top Dog's face, "Another?"
"It's some gang calling themselves Solemn Judgement? They're claiming to take the District!"
Top Dog looked upwards, but not of despair. Rather he was checking the daylight. The Sun was soon to be setting, a show of how long it took for the Street Dogs to finish from their dispatch. A furious laugh escaped his lips, "I'm fucking tired of being looked down upon! Troy!!"
Troy's head appeared around a corner, "Yeah Boss?"
"Gather who can fight, it seems our Motel is about to become a graveyard."
"I think the rest are essentially recovered from last night, but in terms of fighting power. . . I'm not too sure we can do this."
"Doesn't fucking matter."
"Got it Boss."
Top Dog held an expression of fury as he moved to his room in the Motel. Entering his room he slammed the door shut behind him, creating a thunderous boom which caused the Street Dogs to flinch. Many held displeased looks. Their prideful gang was being treated as such, to think that they would provide such embarrassing results.
Filling themselves with determination they all prepared to face the incoming attack. Reinforcing the gates with various rubble they could find. Over the span of an hour the peaceful looking Motel quickly turned into a post-apocalypse fort. These hasty reinforcements might prove useful if an all-out brawl took place.
The sun fell over the horizon and darkness covered the city once again. Several neon lights sparked to life and illuminated the streets. Various colors polluting the air. Holding their posts diligently the Street Dogs were on high alert for the threat. They became jumpy at any slight sound that seemed out of place. Nerves on edge made them tense. Making the time feel much longer than usual.
"They're here!", someone shouted.
Quickly the Street Dogs prepared for their arrival. Grouped up with various makeshift weapons and abilities, anyone would be threatened to walk in their vision. Yet a group walked fearlessly up to the front gate. It was none other than Black Iron and his Rider Craze. Raising a leg he smashed the gates open, "What a party you all started! Guess you were waiting for the main attraction eh?"
Troy, leading the other Enforcers except Jay, walked out of a room on the top balcony, "Here I thought it was just a rumor. It really is none other than Black Iron."
Spreading his arms out Black Iron mocked, "My reputation precedes me, but I can't think of any name when I see you."
"The name's Troy. You'll remember it here soon."
"So you the leader of the posse? Best get your dogs under control here, they look rabid."
"Nah I don't get the pleasure."
Brazenly walking forward Black Iron willingly let himself be surrounded. Despite the disadvantageous position no one leapt to fight him. This was the most effective example of one's Cred. Black Iron was notorious during the first generation. His name was most likely heard during the Street Dog's childhoods. Rumored to be the man who held together Bronze Cannon, due to them quickly falling apart after he left.
With a smirk he looked about, "So you all were expecting me clearly. Yet I don't see the head honcho here."
"Fucking Black Iron!", Top Dog roared.
Nearly breaking his door Top Dog made his presence known, "Some dusty old relic of the past dares to challenge my Street Dogs?"
"Figured it wouldn't be hard! After all the person responsible for taking down Heavy Thorns was done in a few hits. So I figured it was just a bunch of rumors."
"You're damn lucky you fought Jay while he was still recovering. Had he been in top shape you might not have lived."
"I highly doubt that."
"Doesn't matter, your head is all I need to deter the rest of the fucking rats who dare to scavenge.", not bothering to perform the Tension dance Top Dog leapt from the balcony's guardrail.
Such a leap had to be the result of superhuman strength. Even the guardrail was bent from the force of his leap. Soaring over the rest of the Street Dogs he descended towards Black Iron. Their gazes met mid air as Black Iron raised his arms to guard himself. The skin of his forearms rapidly turning to carbon fiber.
Top Dog slammed against Black Iron and toppled him over. Black Iron grit his teeth at the unexpected strength. His entire body was pinned to the ground, but he suppressed the force by turning a majority of his back into carbon fiber.
Crouched on top of Black Iron, Top Dog kept him pinned with his foot. Leaning against his knee Top Dog spoke in a chilling tone, "Your biggest mistake was coming here yourself. Did me a favor."
Grabbing Black Iron's face he lifted the massive man almost effortlessly. Although Black Iron was slightly taller, Top Dog had no trouble lifting Black Iron above his head. With a roar that seemed inhuman Top Dog launched Black Iron into the fence surrounding the Motel. Black Iron suppressed the force of impact with his carbon fiber skin, but the reinforced fence bent dangerously out of shape from it.
Top Dog's eyes shone a dangerous crimson, "Bring it."
As if on cue, the Street Dogs launched their assault against Rider Craze.