Feel It Comin In The Air.. Prologue The year was 2008. The city, New York. Hundreds had been killed in gang wars throughout the city. Now, a new type of war begins... 1 I woke up to the sound of a loud knocking on my front door. Hurriedly, I threw on my pajamas. I stooped over to look out through the eyehole, and saw my best friend walking away. “Get back here Sam!” I snapped. What the **** did he think he was doing? This was gang territory and with my reputation to deal with, if he was seen he would be killed on the spot! I was about to open the door to drag his sorry **** back in, but he tensed and crumpled to the pavement. I froze as I watched a thick, red liquid slowly stain the driveway and run into the street. “ What the F… I cut off my yelling as a short dark haired girl poked her head up over the fence, her chopped black hair swaying as she surveyed the scene. I was frozen, unable to do anything but stand there and stare in my pajamas and watch her. The girl was moving again, hopping over the fence with no problem, her violet eyes… Violet? Still looking for danger, I reached for my handguns, but all my fingers met was air. I cursed quietly, realizing that I had left them on my nightstand. When I looked out through the eye hole again, she was gone and so was the body of Sam. The only evidence of his murder was the dark, red stain on the pavement. “I will get you for this!” I yelled out the door at the sky. With that, I ran back inside, pulled some pants on, grabbed my guns, and headed out. I had some payback to accomplish. As I looked down at the spot where my friends body had been lying, I noticed a small sign drawn in his blood. The bloody R...“Rika” I snarled and I quickened my pace to the car. 2 "****!" I thought as I sprinted to the old blue Honda Civic in my garage. I hopped in the car, turned the ignition, and saw I was out of gas! "Damn!" I cursed as I hopped on my beat-up mountain bike. Pedaling as hard as I could, I quickly caught up behind Rika who was on foot. "Oh... Crap.." was an understatement when I saw where she was headed. The slums. Probably the worst place to live in the city. Filled with lowlife gangsters and crackheads, it was a favorite haunt for criminals. I knew immediatly what she was trying to do. Rika, the leader of the most notorious gang in the world, was preparing for war. I had to stop her before it was too late. DO NOT POST ON THIS THREAD! Brought to you by iWrite Co.