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✖Love~Or~Brotherhood✖ (xMILENKOx & lipslikemorphine)

xMILENKOx

Supernova
Joined
Jan 16, 2009
Location
UK
It was a hot summers mourning as the streets were filled with the ferocious roaring of motorcycle engines. A group of ten men rode their steel steeds through town. These were The Outcast MC (Motorcycle Club), one of the two Biker gangs that caused havoc in town amongst other gangs in town. Today though they had a score to settle, one of their youngest members was currently in Hospital after taking a severe beating on the highway. The bikes drove in a triangular formation with the superior at front and his second in command behind him and then the lesser ranked members at the back, almost like a pyramid chart. Though the chain of command was nothing like the military or a Mafia, they all were equal and considered themselves Brothers of a Brotherhood.

At the front was The Outcast MC President Blake Talbot, a 33 year old Biker who took over the gang from his Father whom had to retire due to sickness. Blake was a tall man standing around 6'6" with a strong build, his head was bald and his eyes brown. He sported a dark brown goatee beard and silver rings hung from both his ear lobes. Blake was clad in a black leather jacket with The Outcast emblem on the back which was a skull with black wings beneath the emblem was a patch which said President and Above the emblem was a patch reading The Outcasts. Under the jacket he simply wore a white vest, black jeans and a pair of heavy black combat boots. Behind him was his younger brother Jason Talbot, a 24 year old Biker living in his Brothers shadow. Everywhere Jason went he was always referred to as 'Blake’s Kid Brother' a term he grew to hate and desperately show he was more than that. Jason was tall but not as tall as Blake standing around 6'2" with a strong yet slim build. His brown hair was shaved at the sides leaving him with just a short dark brown Mohawk, his face covered with a short stubble and his eyes exactly like his brothers. Dressed simply in a black leather vest with The Outcast emblem on the back, a black t-shirt under the vest, black jeans that were tucked into a pair of black combat boots. Next to Jason was Paul Greenfield, a 34 year old Biker and best friend of Blake’s. Paul was the gangs vice president. Behind these 3 were another 7 members of The Outcasts. The Biker who had been beat up was Jason's best friend, Kurt Francis a 22 year old Biker who had grew up with Jason though now instead of riding with his 'Brothers' he lay in a hospital bed surviving on a machine.

Soon The Outcasts came to a halt as they pulled up outside a Bar that was known to be the hangout of The Outcast's rivals; The Doom Riders. The Outcast knew it was them who beat up Kurt and were here to show their anger at the vicious attack on a lone biker on his way home. Blake climbed of his bike and picked up a empty beer bottle that lay on the ground. Throwing it at the Bar's window he hoped to get the attention of The Doom Riders.
"SHOW YOURSELFS YOU PUSSY ASS MOTHER FUCKERS!" Blake shouted, his words getting cheers from his fellow Outcasts.
 
The Doom Riders, another prestigious group of motorcyclists that roamed the city streets, raising havoc where ever they so chose. This gang saw themselves as above all other gangs, it was more than just to cause chaos to the city, or to raise a few heads, they were there to protect their home and of course the members of the Doom Riders. One member in particular was most important. Becky SinClair, the daughter of George Sinclair, who was the founder of the Doom Riders. George SinClair had retired and left the gang to his closest friend Henry Pride until Becky was old enough to handle it. Henry wore a basic leather jacket and leather pants, his shirt a plain white, but with a few grease stains here and there. It was your classic Outsiders look. Becky however seemed to stand out above the rest of them, she had long red hair that flowed just past her mid back. Her eyes shown a bright green, glistening off of the light, she could charm her way into and out of any situation. She knew what she was doing. She wore a leather half jacket that came to just below her breats, a white tanktop, and tight blue jeans with knee high combat boots on. She truly was the pride of the Doom Riders.

Today the Doom Riders decided to hang out in their usual spot, Pauly's Bar and Grill. There was about 12 of them there today, and they all knew why. The OutCasts had accused them of beating one of their members almost to death, but that was not in the Doom Riders style. If they were gonna take care of somebody there was no chance for survival. Then they heard the beer bottle shatter against the window and the entire bar went silent. "Damn Outcasts, what do they want now!" Henry stood up quickly and began to make his walk out of the bar. Quickly followed by Becky and her younger brother George Jr. The other 9 members followed suit, grabbing thier stuff and heading out the door. "What do you fuckers want now?" Henry bellowed.
 
"DONT PLAY FUCKING STUPID WITH ME YOU GREASEBALL SON OF A BITCH!... YOU PUT ONE OF MY BOYS IN HOSPITAL!..." Blake shouted angrily at Henry. With his words his Brothers gave angry shouts and raised fists. Standing beside his brother Jason stood defiant as he looked onto their rivals. Yeah there were 12 of them and 10 of us, but that wouldn’t stop The Outcasts if a fight should break out. "YEAH YOU FUCKING PUSSYS PICK ON A KID ON HIS OWN! AINT GOT THE FUCKING BALLS TO TAKE ON THE REST OF US!" Jason added angrily after all Kurt was his best friend and right now as they spoke Kurt was being fed through a tube. Jason’s words getting just as much a reaction from the rest of the outcast as Blake's did. Blake gave a quick pissed off glare at his 'kid' brother before turning his attention back to Henry. Casually behind Blake members of The Outcasts began to arm themselves with baseball bats, lead pipes and knifes obviously expecting a fight.
 
Standing beside Henry, Becky had a smirk of arragonce across her lips. She knew all too well that the boys hadn' t had time to beat up their poor little boy, but whoever had took the pleasure right from them. "Learn to keep your little brother in check there Blake." Henry bellowed out a laugh at the Outcasts accusations. "Are you kidding me? Us, hurt your guy? I know this doesn't seem too far out of our turf. But if we had done it, your boy wouldn't be alive!" The eleven others behind Henry cheered with excitement. They all grabbed their baseball bats and other such equipment, waiting for someone to make a first move. Instead Becky stepped forward. "How about you little boys go home and take care of your own kind instead of picking a fight with us? I don't want to send your precious Jason to the morgue so soon." She smirked over at Jason, a look of despise in her bright green eyes. The truth was she really thought Jason was cute, if only he wasn't the rival brother, and her the rival sister. Then things wouldn't be so complicated.
 
With Henrys words about Jason, Jason again couldn’t help but stand his ground. "HEY FUCK YOU OLD MAN OR I WILL BUST YOUR FALSE TEETH!.." Blake glared again at Jason who was starting to piss Blake off. then with Henry's words about if they had attacked Kurt he would be dead Jason once again went off on one. "HA YOU KILL HIM! YOU WOULDNT HAVE THE BALLS!" Then it was Becky who set him of for a third time. His eyes looked her over once again admiring her but she said the wrong thing at the wrong time. His feelings for her going on hold for a moment as he lost it again. "HEY FUCK YOU LITTLE GIRL!.." Jason shouted as he moved forwards as if he was going to charge at her, though Blake grabbed him by his shoulder and pulled him back. Blake looked back at Jason and shook his head letting him know he wasn’t happy with him. "What the fuck you looking at me like that Blake they are the assholes that hurt Kurt!... you know what fuck you Bro if your just gonna stand there and let these assholes talk to us like shit Iam out of here!.." Jason's final outburst lead to him mounting his bike and storming off back the way they came.

"JASON!... JASON!..." Vice President Paul shouted trying his best to calm Jason down, Blake just ignored Jason’s and was actually thankful that he had gone. Paul looked over to Blake as if to say 'Are you gonna let him just do that?!' Blake ignored Paul also before turning his attention back to Henry. "You just watch you and your boys Henry. If me and my boys se one of yours cruising alone were gonna take an Eye for an Eye!" Blake said his last words as he mounted his bike. The rest of the outcast followed in sync with their boss before they all revved up their engines and drove away in a cloud of dust. A few insults were exchanged with lower ranked members of both gangs as The Outcast left heading back to their hangout.

Meanwhile though Jason had just arrived at the hospital, parking up in the parking lock he removed his switch blade from his pocket and slid it into the saddle back on his bike. After all the Hospital had metal detectors ever since a Mobster got assassinated during an operation a couple of years ago. Casually Jason strolled into the hospital and eventually made his way to Kurt. Sitting on a chair beside his best friends bed he looked on as numerous tubes stuck into him feeding him all kinds of drugs and required nurturance. As well as the life support. Jason sat in silence knowing fine well Kurt couldn’t hear a thing that he was so doped up on morphine he was more or less in a coma.
 
The Doom Riders all laughed at the disobediance flowing from the Outcasts, they couldn't even keep their precious Jason in line. How did they keep anything organized? Watching the Outcasts coast away, Henry was still fuming at Becky, she would get it soon, once the Outcasts were no longer in sight. Henry knew that Becky had more self control than this, so why she was acting out he had no idea.

As soon as the bike noises were silent he sent the rest of the Doom Riders back inside, including George Jr. Henry knew that George Snr. wanted Becky to take over, but if she was gonna keep her big mouth runnin' the way it was earlier, Henry would see to it that Becky never got a glimpse of leadership. When the last member walked into the bar, Henry wirled around at Becky. "You little bitch! How dare you speak out of line like that! You saw how Jason was treated, you think I'm actually gonna let YOU get away with it!" He laughed in sarcastic anger. "You must be off your rocker young lady! If you don't want me to tell your dad you better keep your mouth shut from now on!" He slapped her hard across the face and then marched his way inside.

Becky immediatly grabbed her face as Henry's hand collided hard with her cheek. She knew she'd have a shinor from that one, and it would last a few days. No matter what story she told, they'd all know it was Henry who did it. The anger welling inside of her was too much and she took off on her bike. She had heard the Outcasts threat, but would they really do anything to her? Ha, they didn't have the guts. She rode off towards the hills, just above the hospital to think. On her way up she saw Jason's bike. Must be visiting his friend. She thought. She continued up the twisting streets until she made it to the cliff where she always went to think things through. Before her mother died this had been their hide out place from dad's anger, or from anyone in general. Even from the chaos of being a part of the DoomRiders.
 
As Jason left the Hospital he climbed onto his bike and drove away from the Hospital. as he cruised the streets he thought of what to do next. Knowing Blake would only want to argue about earliar he decided not to go to the Outcast's hangout. Looking to the horizon he noticed the cliffs. He turned in their direction hopeing to find someplace queit and relaxed to get away from it all. As he made it to the top he noticed another bike. "Ah, shit..." He muttered queitly to himself noticeing becky. Stopping his bike behind her he didnt know what to do. This wasnt the usual spot for Outcasts and Doom Riders to meet. The sound of the crashing waves and the sea seemed to calm his allready relaxed mood even more. "What you doing out here all by yourself?.." He asked instinctivly not trying to sound threatening or careing. This was a strange situation normally when he saw her she was surrounded by Doom Riders.
 
She had been so obsorbed in watching the waves and the sunset that at first she didn't hear the motorcycle approaching. Maybe it was just Henry, or George Jr. They both knew of her spot. When the motorcycle cut she turned around ready to yell at them to just leave her alone. Instead it was Jason, her eyes widened and she took a breif step backwards. Her eyes wandering around her for other Outcasts. "What am I doing here alone? What are you doing here alone? or...are you alone?" She continued to look around for the others, maybe their threat had been true after all. She didn't like that she was alone with jason either, her attraction to him made it difficult to keep her attitude in check.
 
"Hey! Hey! Its just me, I came up here hopeing for some peace and queit.. What happened to your eye?" Jason replied in a more relaxed tone to the usual tone he would speak in when talking to a Doom Rider. Looking at her bruised eye he couldnt help but feel sorry for her. After all she was attractive but then she was a Doom Rider and as far as Jason knew she was a Doom Rider with a bad attitude something that really took away from her looks. After all being pretty wasnt everything.
 
His attention to the bruise that had formed over her eye and cheek made her blush and turn away putting her hand over the bruise. "It's...it's nothing really." She looked out to the horizon again. How could an Outcast actually care? She was trying to keep her cool but him being nice to her was making him even cuter. She rolled her eyes and turned back towards him. "I got into a bit of a scuff with Uncle Henry." She replied quickly. She looked down at the ground, folding her arms behind her back and kicking a pebble with her foot. "This is where I come to think, do you come here often?"
 
Hearing Henry was to blame Jason couldnt help but feel angry, it was strange for him to care after all a few hours earliar he was shouting abuse at her. "No never been up here, I was just at the Hospital and noticed this place..." He replied as he climbed of his moter cycle and walked over to the grass where he sat looking out over the sea suprisingly enjoying this time alone with Becky.
 
"Ah, it's a nice place." She watched him, still slightly cautious as he made his way over to the grass and sat down. She perched herself up on the big rock that she usually sat on. Instead her back was turned to the horizon and her eyes were on him. She was actually liking being here, with an Outcast. She didn't understand, but couldn't just leave, maybe it was because he actually cared that Henry had hit her. There were first times for everything. Becky looked over her shoulder, the sun was almost set, and dusk was setting in. She got up off the rock and walked over to the bike grabbing her mini lantern, she stayed up here until late at night so she always had it with her, in her side bag. She sat back on the rock and turned it on setting it down next to her.
 
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