Run or die, or take care of it, as if that was even a choice. Today had not turned out the way I wanted it to, but then again this was life, nothing ever really went the way you wanted it to. I shook my head as I kept to the darkness, for some reason it made me feel safe, plus the Catman district is famous for crimes that goes on within it on a daily basis.
The worst thing to be, in a Dodson controlled territory; is a new face, and I rather not get caught by any one of those psychopaths. Never the less I was lucky, the address I was sent to was one that was located at the boundaries of the district, so there shouldn't be too much danger about running into more of the Dodson's.
Besides lightning doesn't strike the same place twice or something like that, what were the odds of me getting into trouble with the Dodson family twice in one night. I chuckled to myself at a joke born from my own expense, safe to say if they find me then I'm screwed.
The house was weird, I don't think I have ever seen a building like this in the entire time I have been living in Mormon city. Most of the buildings in the residential districts of Mormon city were all apartment complexes. But this address was a two story bungalow, with well trimmed lawns and an electric fence.
It was so out of place nestled in between a duo of massive high rises, that I almost could not understand how it was still standing. But my place was not to contemplate architecture, I just had to pick something up. I went closer to the fence and noticed there was a doorbell there….I wonder if the damn thing works.
Usually they would have stolen the damn thing or stripped it for the wires within. But if it was still here then the owner was probably someone of significant power, or he was protected. I rang the doorbell, but I did not hear anything, no sign given to show that it had even worked.
"Who the fuck are you brat!"
The voice had come out of an intercom that was to the side, the suddenness of the voice appearing had spooked me, enough that my claws and fangs had come out. But it was dark, and quickly enough the fangs retracted as a light came up on a lamp post that I had not noticed was directly over my head.
Shit! I have to be careful, if any random voice can spook me into exposing myself like this, then I don't have to worry about any body discovering what I am, I might as well be walking about with a sign on my forehead saying I'm a fucking Vampyre. I had to clench my fist to hide my claws, wincing as they dug into my palms.
"Do you get spooked so easily kid, should I call your mummy for you? Now who the fuck are you and what do you want? Talk fast before I blow your brains allover my lawn." I narrowed my eyes, what was up with the threats…..I could kill him before he blinks.
I blinked; fuck it my own thoughts were getting away from me now. Perhaps I'm also loosing my mind. Unbidden the image of the woman who held this deck before me flashed before my eyes. She looked every bit as crazy as people used to say Vampyres were…..and she was dangerous, very dangerous.
"My name is Ade, Scorpion said I had to come over here and pick something up for him." I responded quickly, turning my head to the side as I noticed a couple of eyes looking at me from an alley way down the street.
"Scorpion? Really? That kid has no value of your life that he would send a baby to my doorstep from freaking Silver Wyatt territory! Did he not hear what happened?" I got confused as I couldn't help but ask.
"What happened, we didn't hear anything."
"Well You guys are fucked, apparently the last born son of the Dodson Matriarch was found dead in Silver's territory, his throat torn open like he was some sort of animal being butchered. The Dodson's are preparing for war, he sent you here at a very wrong time. You go back to Scorpion and tell him that I cant do business In this current situation, come back when things have settled down…..if either one of you survive that is."
Once again I am left asking myself the question of what the fuck have I done. The street lamp above my head turned off, and with that I turned away immediately, heading back in the direction I had just come from. A war….. a full blown gang war, and I was the cause of it.
Not that anyone knew this was my fault, and it would be better if it remained that way. Because without a doubt should the silver's find out that I had been responsible, then they will wrap me up in neat little bow, after chopping me up into a dozen pieces, then they will mail my remains to the Dodsons.
Or better yet that would be a mercy, they could just send me alive and that would be a fate worse than death. But thinking about it, anything that would make the Silver's find out I did this would mean they would find out about the Vampyre Deck, and that would mean an even bigger shit storm.
"Fuck!"
I couldn't help but curse out loud as I hurried to leave the Catman district and what was most definitively going to be certain death. But like all things life has thrown my way recently, it decided to fuck things up for me once more.
"Hey kid! Yo Silver!"
Like fuck I'd answer that call, or even turn around. But maybe that's a mistake, but in the end either way wont work out. If I stop then I'm confirming I'm a Silver, if I don't stop I'm still a silver. But at least this way I can get the fuck out of here before someone kills me…..or I kill someone.
*Bang! Bang!*
They say be careful what you wish for, and it was some ancient text that also said…..as a man think-eth….so he is. And these motherfuckers just shot me in the back…. and in the neck…..Fuck!