Daniel's childhood was marked by violence and control—a life overshadowed by his father's relentless grip on him. Growing up as the son of Raymond, the notorious leader of the gang that commanded the city's darkest corners, Daniel never experienced the normal joys of childhood. His father had ambitious plans for him from the start, plans that Daniel had no say in.
Raymond had always expected Daniel to follow in his footsteps, to become a part of the "family legacy" and eventually take over the gang's operations. For Raymond, the gang was more than just power and control; it was the family business. And to him, Daniel's purpose in life was to inherit that throne, regardless of his own feelings about it.
But Daniel never shared his father's vision. As he grew older, he became increasingly aware of the horrors surrounding him—the endless stream of violence, fear, and the misery his father's gang inflicted on others. He wanted no part of it. He yearned for freedom, for a life untouched by crime and bloodshed. When he was just a teenager, he told his father that he had no intention of joining the gang, let alone leading it.
Raymond's reaction was explosive. To him, Daniel's refusal was not only disobedience but a direct challenge to his authority, and he was determined to crush any resistance. He subjected Daniel to mental and physical abuse, constantly belittling him, calling him a failure and a disgrace. In Raymond's eyes, Daniel's rejection was a betrayal of the family name, and he wouldn't tolerate it.
The abuse escalated with every defiant act. Raymond took measures to toughen Daniel up, forcing him into "lessons" that were nothing more than tests of cruelty. Sometimes, he would throw him into fights with older gang members, hoping to break his spirit. Other times, he would isolate him, forcing him to watch brutal interrogations and violent acts, hoping the darkness would swallow him and make him a part of his father's world. The constant pressure, the violence, and the manipulation left Daniel traumatized. He lived in a constant state of dread, his dreams haunted by the world his father was desperate to make him a part of.
But instead of breaking Daniel, these experiences only fueled a hidden strength within him. As he grew older, he realized he couldn't simply escape his father's world—he would have to confront it head-on. And so, with a determination born of his trauma, Daniel began forming his own gang in secret. He recruited people who were strong, like William. Together they became a bully school gang.
His goal wasn't just to escape his father's influence; he wanted to dismantle it entirely. His gang became a force driven by purpose and a sense of justice—one that would one day stand against his father and the THO network. Daniel's painful past became his motivation, his trauma fueling his desire to bring down the very structures that had trapped him since birth. His journey was no longer about survival; it was about liberation, not just for himself, but for everyone who had been forced into lives of violence and fear by men like his father.
And now, the battle of THO.
The docks were silent except for the gentle lap of water against the pier and the distant echo of city sounds. The tension hung in the cool night air as William and Daniel stood side by side with their gang: Lounge again, surrounded by the aftermath of a bloody battle with THO gang members. The bodies were strewn across the dock, reminders of the ruthless battle they had just fought. William could still feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, but something about Daniel's calm demeanor made him uneasy.
Daniel, who had escaped the CLOODS on his own, stood like a statue, his eyes dark, his face hard. William noticed how his friend's fingers curled tightly around the grip of his gun. Daniel had always been bold and unafraid, but this felt different. This Daniel was quiet, focused, with a chilling determination in his gaze that William hadn't seen before.
"Daniel," William began cautiously, breaking the silence, "you really went through with it, huh? Breaking out alone, fighting your way through the CLOODS… I mean, I'd heard the rumors, but seeing you like this…"
Daniel's gaze didn't shift. He just stood, staring at the dark water. His voice was low, almost a growl when he finally spoke. "I don't want to talk about it."
The sharpness of Daniel's tone caught William off guard. His friend's jaw was clenched tight, eyes burning with an intensity William barely recognized. "What I want now is to make them all pay," Daniel continued, his voice laced with a quiet fury. "I'm done playing games with these people. If THO and CLOODS think they can keep pushing us around, they're fucking wrong. I'll take them down myself if I have to."
The anger, the sheer conviction in his friend's words sent a shiver through William. He knew Daniel had endured terrible things to escape the CLOODS, and he understood his rage. But this was a side of Daniel that William hadn't seen before—a side that worried him. Taking a steadying breath, William tried to find the right words.
"Look, I get it," William said, his voice soft, trying to reach his friend through the anger. "But going head-on against THO and this CLOODS gang? Your gonna die bro. They have way more firepower, and you know how ruthless they are. We're talking about two of the biggest gangs in the city, and they don't leave any loose ends."
Daniel's gaze flicked to William, eyes narrowed. "So, what? You think we should let them win? I'm fucking Daniel Reeves, I'm gonna do whatever the fuck i want you get that?"
William's chest tightened as he listened to his friend's words. Daniel's voice was colder, sharper, like someone who'd been hardened beyond return. This wasn't the Daniel who used to laugh in the face of danger, who found a way to make light of the darkest situations. That Daniel was gone, replaced by someone who seemed willing to risk everything—even his own life.
"Hey, I'm not saying we roll over and give up," William replied, doing his best to keep his tone steady. "But we need to be smart. Charging in without a plan will get us killed. You know how these gangs operate. They don't just go down because we want them to. They'll hunt us down, track every move, until there's no one left."
Daniel's face tightened, but he didn't look away. The two friends stood there in the dark, locked in a silent standoff, the weight of their shared past pressing between them. For a moment, the fire in Daniel's eyes softened, and William caught a glimpse of his old friend, the man he'd fought beside countless times. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, replaced by the same icy resolve.
"Fine," Daniel muttered finally, his voice quieter but no less determined. "Then we'll come up with a plan. But I'm telling you now, William—THO and the CLOODS are going down. They don't get a free pass after everything they've done to us. I'll burn their whole operation to the ground if I have to."
"But what DID the CLOODS and THO do to you guys that hurt you so bad?" William questions out of curiosity,
"I don't wanna answer that." Daniel replies,
"Dude? You have to tell me what happened." William asks again,
"Look, I said it, I'm not answering these shits." Daniel replies again,
"I cannot do something if I don't even know what it's about bro?" William asks once again,
"ITS MY FUCKING FATHER ALRIGHT?" Daniel yells in exchange,
A chill ran down William's spine as he looked into Daniel's eyes.
"Look, he used to fucking abuse me when I was a child. Nothing more than that okay? He is one of the leaders of THO, and the top of his family gang: The Reeves Family. Well, my family gang too." Daniel explains,
"Wait, so your gonna kill your father?" William asks,
"Yeah, but I've already killed his whole family gang and shit, and finally get rid of the whole THO." Daniel replies,
"But why do you wanna kill your own family gang?" William asks,
"There's alot of story, I can't explain. But I'm gonna kill them, I'll kill them all."
He could see that his friend was serious, dead serious. He'd seen Daniel angry before, but never like this. There was something dangerous, almost unhinged, about the way Daniel spoke. William wanted to believe that this was just a phase, a reaction to the trauma of his escape. But as they stood there, surrounded by the silence of the docks, William couldn't shake the feeling that he was losing his friend to something darker.
"Listen, man," William said after a moment, his tone softer, more pleading. "I know you're angry. I know you want revenge. But don't let them turn you into something you're not. Max wouldn't have wanted this. He would've found another way."
At the mention of Max, Daniel's face twisted, a mixture of pain and anger flashing across his features. His hands clenched into fists, and for a moment, William thought he might lash out. But then Daniel took a deep breath, forcing himself to look away, his voice barely more than a whisper.
"What happened to max? William," Daniel asked, his voice tight, his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. "Max is gone. If we want to avenge him, we need to think straight, not be careless and dumb."
"Well, then let's avenge him. Let's not even give a single chance to them, let's show NO FUCKING MERCY!" Daniel replies while smiling menacingly,
William felt a pang in his chest as he watched his friend turn away, his words laced with a bitterness that he couldn't ignore. This wasn't about justice or survival anymore. For Daniel, it was personal. He'd crossed a line, one that William wasn't sure he could pull him back from.
Without another word, Daniel walked off into the night, leaving William standing alone on the dock, his mind a whirlwind of questions, doubts, and the gnawing fear that he was watching his friend slip away.
Over the next few days, they prepared. William tried to talk to Daniel, to convince him to approach their mission with caution, but every conversation seemed to end the same way—with Daniel brushing him off, insisting that they didn't have time for caution. He was like a man possessed, driven by an unstoppable force that William couldn't reach.
Their first target was one of THO's smaller warehouses, a location Daniel had scouted himself. As they approached the building, creeping through the shadows, William could feel the tension radiating from his friend. Daniel moved with an intensity that bordered on reckless, his eyes scanning the area with a predatory focus.
They took down the guards quickly, slipping inside the warehouse without raising an alarm. William could feel his heart pounding as they made their way through the darkened corridors, taking out THO members one by one. But even as they fought, William couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
As they reached the main storage area, Daniel signaled for him to stop. William watched as his friend surveyed the room, his gaze flicking from one corner to the next. There was something almost eerie about the way Daniel moved, as if he was seeing things that weren't there, anticipating threats before they appeared.
Suddenly, Daniel froze, his hand clenching around his gun. William followed his gaze and saw a group of THO members entering the room, their faces twisted with anger and fear. They were heavily armed, clearly prepared for a fight. But instead of retreating, Daniel stepped forward, his face a mask of cold determination.
"Daniel, wait—" William began, but his friend cut him off, his voice low and dangerous.
"No. This is where we end it, William. They don't get to walk away from this."
Without waiting for a response, Daniel charged forward, his gun blazing as he took down the first wave of attackers. William had no choice but to follow, covering his friend as they fought their way through the room. The sound of gunfire filled the air.
But as the last of the THO members fell, William realized that something had changed. Daniel didn't stop. He didn't even hesitate. He moved through the bodies with a cold, ruthless efficiency, his eyes fixed on the exit, as if he was searching for something—or someone.
"Daniel," William called, his voice strained. "What are you doing?"
Daniel glanced back at him, his face expressionless. "There's one more target. One more motherfucker we need to kill."
Before William could respond, Daniel turned and walked toward the exit, leaving him standing alone in the middle of the carnage. William could only watch as his friend disappeared into the shadows, his heart heavy with the knowledge that the man he'd known was gone, replaced by someone who would stop at nothing to see his vengeance through to the bitter end.