"You mean to tell me it's just some kid you met recently?"
Track was acknowledged the skepticism, "I get it, you're not really trusting of it. Just go and see the kid."
"Dammit Track, this isn't some game! You know what happened last time I did this sort of thing."
"Look if I was concerned about it all I wouldn't have come. However you specifically said that there would be one scenario where you would go back on your word. This is that scenario!"
The one Track was speaking to was named Rye. Their history together is one I won't get into, for that might be its own story sometime. Rye was a muscular woman with blonde hair. Although her once prideful appearance now seemed significantly worse due to her living standard. Her carefully cared for body now showed signs of neglect. Hair was messy, her body seemed frail. Yet her posture held remnants of a once feared individual.
Rye waved away Track's words, "Yeah okay, just so he can be another one of the gang's victims. Sure."
"Fuck Rye! You spent all this time looking for someone. Just. . . would you humor me for a bit? You think I'm doing this for fun?"
"Then what are you doing it for? It's just some random kid!"
"This is why I want you to see. If you saw what I did, then surely you'd understand."
"If this is why you're here you can leave now. I'm not gonna bother with this childish shit."
"You really have fallen. To think you would push away a chance to fulfill your ambition like this too."
"Don't act like you know anything! Not after you left!"
"Whatever. If you ever change your mind come to the usual place. It's still running after you left."
Leaving with a bitter taste Track swiftly left the shoddy building. Not bothering to look back he traveled in the direction he came. Placing his hands into his jacket's pockets he swore under his breath.
The streets began to slowly regain their look. Moving closer to the city was like watching a progression slide. Streets began to form back to normal, neon lighting flooding the night. Track erased his wandering thoughts as he entered a building. Walking through he entered a room to see the young boy still lying exactly where he was before. Noticing the young boy was sleeping Track felt a bit of disappointment. Surely Rye would've liked such a character.
Half considering waking the boy to move him somewhere more comfortable Track decided against ruining the good rest the boy was getting now. Flicking the light off he moved to get some rest himself. Without Rye the training would take longer, but that was it. He was capable of doing the rest.
Lying in his bed he closed his eyes and dreamt of the past.
While everyone was dealing with their own personal issues, something was occurring just in the Street Dog's territory. A small dispatched group of Street Dogs came across a much larger group. Currently the tension was high for the Street Dogs, but the other group cared little.
"I don't give a damn, bring us to your gang head."
"You think you can just make demands like this?"
"Listen, your name nor face is familiar. Clearly your Cred isn't even worth remembering. However don't you know who I am?"
"Does it look like I care?"
"Figured as much, you bastards don't know anything. Yet you remain in my way?"
"You're acting on Street Dogs territory! You think we're gonna let you do so without any resistance?"
"Obviously. Tear them apart."
It was a startling change. The seemingly careless larger group suddenly threw themselves forward. Being heavily outnumbered was a death sentence in combat. Unless you were granted exceptional skill, or a powerful ability, the factors in combat like this was simply too many.
The one who ordered the assault was dressed in black windbreaker set. A purple pattern of repeating squares spiraled down the legs and arms of the windbreaker set. With dyed deep purple hair, the confident person rose an eyebrow in a mocking gaze, "And like that these proud dogs lie injured on the ground."
Stuffing his hands into his pockets the commander of the group leaned over one of the Street Dogs that was still conscious, "The Highward Street is now ours. Go and tell your posse or whatever, doesn't matter to me. I doubt some new face District would dare fight against my Violet Wave."
Violet Wave, the other neighbor of the Barberry District. Also a District gang, Violet Wave controlled the Turmeric Heights District. A smaller District located closer to the edge of the city north-eastward. Looking to expand their reach closer to the center of the city, Violet Wave was making their move into the Barberry District.
Turning around the violet haired young man spoke with a calm yet demanding tone, "Wrap up the Street, if any of those dogs prove to be trouble contact me."
This violet haired young man was the leader of Violet Wave. His Rep knows him as the Tsunami of Violet Wave. His Cred calls him the Violent Wave. Known for his domineering and ruthless attitude, he took command of the Turmeric Heights District in a violent takeover. Known as one of the few not afraid to take a life his name was feared.
To put it short death was common in this city. For now it's safe to say the Street Dogs got lucky. In a fight anything could happen, and having blood on your hands was inevitable. Immature thoughts of standing at the top blood free would find themselves quickly buried. In this city your life meant nothing unless you were strong.
This wasn't to say killing was senseless. More often than not any deaths would lead to a war between the victim's and the culprit's gang. Thus unless approved by the leader any gang member would refrain from intentionally killing somebody. Lest they make pointless trouble for their leader.
Accidents were more common than you would think though.
The Violet Wave gang quickly tossed the beaten Street Dogs off the Street. Unknown to them this action was the poorest they could've made at that moment. For at this moment a familiar group was walking down the intersection and spotted the unconscious Street Dogs. One of them crouched down and slapped one awake, "Oi, who did this to you?"
"What?", the slapped Street Dog struggled to make sense of his situation.
"Who did this?"
Gathering his senses the Street Dog was quick to spit venom, "Those bastards Violet Wave! They're approaching our territory!"
"Violet Wave? Ha, seems like they're trying to snatch a Street or two."
Standing up the figure motioned for the others to follow, "Since I'm in charge of the neighboring Street, best I deal with this before they try taking the territory I manage. You get the others up and inform Top Dog."
The Street Dog nodded and moved to wake the others. As the new group walked out of their sight a few of the Street Dogs woke up. One asked, "What's going on?"
The slapped Street Dog informed, "Seems Rider Craze was just on their way back. They're gonna chase out Violet Wave, we have to get to Top Dog though."
It was Black Iron! After handling some of the finer details with Top Dog he was on his way to finish cementing his gang's position as a Street. This was sheer coincidence. Or rather just poor timing on Tsunami's behalf. Had they chosen to do this an hour later, or an hour sooner they might've been able to avoid Black Iron and his Rider Craze entirely.
Fate was not so simple. Black Iron flexed his muscles and did a rough assumption on his condition. His body ached from the fight against Top Dog, so he was in no condition to fight against a District Head. However why would a District head linger around a small thing like a Street? Using his vast experience Black Iron already guessed that Tsunami and his personal guards already left the Street to head back. Meaning there was only grunts left to do the cleanup.
His Rider Craze brazenly strutted in the middle of the asphalt. Highward Street wasn't large, after all it was heading into the Turmeric Heights District so it was actually cut in half. This was most likely the reason why Tsunami targeted this Street first.
Their actions naturally attracted the attention of the grunts. With posture clearly showing an inflated ego they stopped themselves in the path of Rider Craze. The largest one of the group raised their voice, "This is Violet Wave territory! We're in charge of the Street now. We'll give you a chance to screw off!"
Black Iron grinned and walked up, "You seem to misunderstand something! I'm in charge of the neighboring Street. Came to give my greetings. However I was under the impression this was Street Dogs territory?"
"They couldn't protect it, so we took it."
"Funny that."
Black Iron said no more and reinforced his fist. Slamming the punch into the grunt's face he knocked their teeth clean out of their mouth. Downing a man with a single punch Black Iron casually looked towards the rest, "As for the rest of ya. I'll give you a chance to screw off."
With this, the tension skyrocketed.