12-16-2009, 02:43 AM
"All of them...Let's kill them all," Alex whispered as he felt his body burn with hatred. He walked out of his home, closing the door behind him. The first gang Alex wanted dead, was the gang he owed the most money to. The American Dragons, a gang led by a Asian criminal, who had illegally made his way into America, and was now working on making his mark on the country. His gang was one of the strongest in the city, and many other people owed the Dragons money. Alex was going to end that, with Mike's help.
Alex began walking to their base of operations, which was in the nearby Chinatown. Once there, he found various people wearing black and white clothing, the color of the American Dragons. One of them saw him, and recognized him.
"You have our money, tough guy?" he asked. Alex looked at his waist, and saw a pistol, and behind him were two more goons, each wearing a katana on their back.
Alex began walking to their base of operations, which was in the nearby Chinatown. Once there, he found various people wearing black and white clothing, the color of the American Dragons. One of them saw him, and recognized him.
"You have our money, tough guy?" he asked. Alex looked at his waist, and saw a pistol, and behind him were two more goons, each wearing a katana on their back.
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.