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Post by isabella marie swan on Nov 6, 2008 15:11:33 GMT -5
 Watch as the soft edges of you dream world escape you and thrust you into the darkest room you could ever imagine. You open your eyes weakly to see where you are. Is there anyone there with you? Of course not. This special treatment was only intended for you and you alone. As you start to regain your consciousness you realize...the room isnt dark. Your eyes are closed. And once they open, the real hell is realized. You're laying across a cold, stone floor, soaked from head to waist. You cough roughly, shockingly freezing water still floating around in your lungs. You still have no idea where you are just yet. You try to roll over but find it nearly impossible. You ache. All over. What happened? You try to rack your mind for it, but nothings coming to you. Until she steps into view.
A petite blond girl steps into your vision and smiles viciously at you. Someone so beautiful could not have that look of pure hatred and malice towards you could they? Oh yes. They could. Rough hands grab you by your upper arms and haul you onto your knees an across the room where the beautiful girl stands, arms crossed over her chest. She watches you, fire in her eyes. She's planning. As the two hauling you stop, you realize that there is someone in front of the girl. A boy. Your eyes widen with fear and recognition. You know him. "I-Izaak?" you stutter. He looked a mess. His hair is matted with days old blood and you can't help but wonder who would do this to a person. That question doesnt linger long after the girl leans forward and grabs Izaak by his hair. She yanks him up and whips a gun out from the back of her pants. She thingys it and places the cool metal against his forehead.
"Watch carefully Rosie," Her words were calm, but there was venom dripping from every syllable. You do just as she ordered. You watch. But more importantly, you listen. As she began to pull the trigger, a look of horror crosses your features. She wasn't! She couldnt! But, then you know. Oh yes. She could. "For if you ever betray Heartshot again," She smiled sickly. "this is what will happen to you." Your eyes instantly began to water with the anticipation of what was coming next. You open your mouth to scream, but the guns blast drowns you out. With the eerie after silence, the boy falls to the floor, and you are left there a sobbing mess. The next few days are full of torture for you; whips, water, and videos. Then you are released. And you run. Its the only thing you can do to keep the tears from stinging your eyes. And this is when you make a resolution. You would end her empire. You would bring her to your knees. Not only did she deserve it.
But because you could
In the beautifully damaged city of Chicago, anything can happen. Nothing is out of bounds and there arent anymore rules. The police force is nothing more than a mercenary group at this point. They're only in the town for show. The rest of their work is paid for. Whichever gang offers more cash gets their help. The city is corrupted and crime infested. And no one seems to care. Or, at least thats how they put it off as. The citizens care and so do some of the gang leaders. But, nothing will change until a truce is agreed upon. And neither side is ready to buckle. Its not a pride issue. Its all about respect. And really, where did all this start?
Lets take you back to the early twenties.
A smoking gun lay loosely in the hands of a twenty something year old man. A look of satisfaction rest upon his lips. Franklin Chanel watched as his best friend, Alexander Everhate fell to the ground inside the old theater house. The two had come to Chicago to create a business back in the early twenties, but ended up getting into vicious arguments that soon ended their friendship. They created the first two gangs in all of Chicago; the Heartshot and the Venom. The two men fought wars with each other. They committed murder against each others groups and soon found themselves avoiding the police and law enforcement to do it. Everhate had taken something that Chanel wanted. A prime piece of property that everyone in Chicago wanted. Uptown. This started the biggest gang war that would ever take place in the Chicago city streets. Finally, Chanel snapped and shot his friend in the back after shaking his hand and congratulating him like a gentlemen.
The two mens descendants held out an undeniable hate for each other from that day forward. The gangs kept up and even branched out others. Violent wars took place in Chicago that not even the police department could keep under control. It was like a scene from Romeo & Juliet. Only, no romance and all violence. Blood spilled onto the city streets like rain from the heavens nearly everyday. Lives were lost in extreme numbers. The city morgue was running out of room.
The year is 2008
In a world of technology and advanced weaponry, anything is possible. A feud between the Venom and Heartshot gangs still rage like an uncontrolable wildfire. The two female descendants of Alexander Everhate and Franklin Chanel have taken it upon themseles to end this war once in for all. Everhate wants their uptown back and Chanel will do anything to keep it. A bloody war will break out soon enough. Anyone with their ear to the ground can feel it. The elders of the town know whats coming and fear for their childrens lives. Plans are being made and teenagers are being recruited. Somethings going down in the underground and everyone wants to be apart of this history in the making. Lines are being drawn and sides are beng chosen. Civilians lives will be taken and many risks will be as well. Can you handle the pressure? Or are you just not strong enough to cope with the Chicago heat?
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