Twisted Fall Ch.4 Pt. 1

The dark summer streets were filled with shadows crossing from building to building, the weak light of the occainsonal street light was nearly completely consumed by the darkness. The air was still as hot as it was during the day and bugs buzzed and hummed in thick masses around the lights above. The ground was still warm from the day time sunshine, but the breeze had cooled to a light chill, that barely pierced the heat.
Faust slunk through the shadows like a panther, silent as a snake and lithe as a lioness.
Behind her moved three other shadows.

One had a square shapped thing over his head, he had a tall figure and broad shoulders. Behind him were two others shorter then the first, with gleaming eye's like that of a cats.
Faust and her subordinates slipped through the shadows like ghosts in the snow. They're dark clothes and years of street living making them nearly invisible in the ally.
"Heh heh heh... Hey Faust where are we going?" One of the smaller shadows asked in spiteful sounding chuckle. His eye's gleamed like shining leafy green emeralds. Trotting along beside him was another shadow with amber eyes like that of a cats, his half hidden face was as calm and emotionless as Faust's mask.
The street God leader led her crew through the shadows that hung over the nearly silent street. The buildings that their coverage belonged to were long abandoned or used for illegal activity like selling drugs or prostitution houses.
This place brought back alot of memories for Faust, and behind her mask a faint smirk had settled on her porcelian like face, The black crosses under her eye's moving slightly with her cheeks.

"To visit an old friend of mine." She answered RiffRaff with a quick dissmisive edge in her voice. The Street God leader's mind had been else where ever since the after noon when she, Candy-Man and Sugar had been at the ice cream shop. That kid... He looked so familiar... She narrowed her eyes into slits of ice that glowed errily through her mask And his voice...
She shook her head, the jet black hair that covered her head moved like a shadow in the darkness. Even the light from the moon was blocked out by all the broken old buildings. A dull crunching sound snapped through the air. In the silence it felt nearly as loud as a gun being shot at a festival to settle people down. Faust's head snapped back to right as she lifted a hand to signal to her crew mates to stop moving. The small barely audible pattering sound of the foot steps behind her ceased and the streets were once again as silent as a ghost town at midnight.
The Bronx were well known for being one of the most dangerous places to be at night. Especially in the area she and her crew were in at the moment. Any one who wondered in the back allys of Lluks territory were in for getting shanked. Well.... With one exception.
Faust brough her hands up to her chest and cracked her knuckles so they made a quiet popping noise in their joints. After giving her wrists a good flick she cats her gaze back into the shadows.

"If you're one of the Lurkers Boys then come out." Faust's voice hissed through the air like a fresh cool breeze. A normal person wouldn't have even noticed someone was hiding in the shadows listening for intruders, but Faust had grown up here. And she could have even taken as guess at which one of the Lurker Boys it was. But she decided not to show off like some dumb struck human being with nothing better to do.

The ground made another dull crunching noise as the invisible figure in the shadows stepped on another peice of broken glass, crushing it against the ground with a rubber sole. Slowly, as the person drew nearer Faust could make out a the figure of a teenage boy. He was wearing jeans that had to be 7 sizes to big for him, that drapped around his legs, and a black baggy T-Shirt with some rapper on it. The boy was black, and his hair was pulled back into neat brades, and tucked away under one of those hats that were like baseball caps except with a bad ass twist. He stood about half a foot and an inch taller then Faust.

"Is that you Stitches...?" The boy asked breaking the silence, his voice echoing in shock as he looked down at Faust.

"It is, Beastie." Faust said in a rather formal sounding voice. The rare change in her emotionless flat tone, caused a few of her comrades behind her to exchange a few awkward glances, their eyes gleaming curiously. The boy shuffled his feet uncomfortably, and his baggy jeans rocked with him.
Faust lifted a hand to her mask, placing her fingers on the papier mache before gently pulling it down soundlessly. Using one hand she lifted up her silky jet black mane of hair, and slipped the mask under, before letting her hair fall over it, hiding it from view.

"Lluks said we'd be havin' comp'ny over. Never dream'ed it would be you." He shook his head seeming to snap back to reailty. Turning aorund her lifted a large hand and motioned for Faust to follow him. The boy nearly disappeared in the shadows as he suddenly sprung forward, the pathment below his feet made skitering noises as little pebbles were sent flying down it.
"Where'd he-" RiffRaff began, but he was silenced from a nudge from NoFace, his only showing green eye was edged with a sharp look. The other smaller shadow let out a hiss sound, and RiffRaff looked back at Faust, as if he'd been warned.
"If you three are done, then let's go!" She snapped irritably, then she too leaped into the darkness and began racing after the boy she'd called Beastie. Her boots made barely a sound against the tarmack as her legs flew over the ground as if carrying a weightless ghost. The Street Gods followed behind her like a stream of flowing river water.
While they were running, one of the shorter shadows broke formation and ran up to Faust's side, his legs were shorter then hers and he had to push himself to run at the leader's speed. It was RiffRaff's older twin brother Riddlin. Unlike his brother he was calm and orderly, and the only one with a huge impact on his younger brother's actions. Originally Faust had only wanted Riddlin to join her in the Street Gods, but he ended up bringing his little brother along, who turned out to be quite useful.
Though the two were small, they had wirey little bodies and were fast as well as strong. Even StarGazer had trouble with the two in a sparing match. The two were known as the twins of terror in the crew, and they could climb buildings like it was nothing, A skill Faust couldn't help but value.

They were somewhat new members though and unlike StarGazer, Candy-Man and Sugar, They had no clue about Faust's past ties with other street gangs. So his curiosity was gnawing at his mind.
"Hey Faust, why'd that guy call you Stitches?" His voice always came out as a hiss even when he was in a good mood or showing a complete positive emotion.

"Because that was my name when I was with the Lurkers." Faust replied with a annoyed sigh. She hated going back through the past and explaining all about her previous adventures. It wasn't like they were anything special. Her parents just didn't come home one day. And after a week of being alone in the house, she'd ventured outside at the age of ten and decided her parents weren't coming back. Lluks, the leader of the Lurkers had found her trying to steal a knife from a hardware shop.
And he took her in, on the condition that she'd repay him by becoming one of his crew memebers. At the time Lluks crew had been one of the most dangerous in the area. It wasn't till age 12 that Llucks let her out on her own to do as she pleased. He'd taught her the basics and a few of the advanced street skills, and left her to develope the rest on her own.
But during the time she'd stayed with him and the Lurkers, she'd earned the name Stitches because of all the times she'd get into fights and get cut up. If it wasn't for the tattoo sleeves covering her arms, there would still be at least fifty pale scarred slash marks on each of her arms.

"Ask StarGazer about it if you're so curious." She grumbled before speeding up to leave Riddlin to slow down and fall back into step beside the others.
Faust allowed Beastie to lead her through the twists and turns of the ally ways, and lead her and the crew over a few dumpster and on to some rugged rooftops where the shingles were broken and beginning to peel off the roof. Occaisonally one of them would step on a loose shingle and it would go clattering to the ground and cut the silence.
The group of teeangers made it swiftly through the errily quiet streets of the Bronx, and soon enough Beastie came to A hault. Faust, stopped right behind him, and he stepped aside to let her through first, like a silent show of lower rank. The group had stopped at a smal smal ally way, the walls were so close together that the Street God leader's chest brushed the brick wall on the opposite side. She quickly slipped through and edged her way down the little ally. Garbage wrapers and old paper coffee cups litered the ground, along with leaves left over from last fall. They were dried out and from the looks of it, they couldn't escape the little space between the two old buildings. Faust had slipped through this little area more then a thousand times back when she was a member of Lluks crew.
I wonder if the yard's changed? She wondered in her head silently, as she pushed her way out through the last bit of walls, some black strands of her hair clung to the brick as she brushed past.
The ally way opened up into a full on field of hard packed dirt with baren patches of dry grass scorched from the summer sun. There were tall piles of junk all over the clearing. It was about the size of a baseball diamond. The piles of junk mainly consisted of old furniture and boxes of old stuff that no one needed. It was like a dump, but not for garbage, just old house decor items, Or any sort of recyclables. The whole place smelled like old damp wood. Probably due to the large beams of wood that criss crossed all over the clearing.

There was abit more junk that the lats time Faust had been here, but aside from that the place hadn't changed much. What a trip down memory lane this is... She smirked to herself before peering down at the junk piles. She knew only to well which one was which. The piles were hard to desipher in the dark, but she could make out most of them by memory. There was a rather large heap that was made up if old car parts and a bed frame. Blancing on top of an old refridgerator at the very top was a large matress. It was sheetless and there were holes in the sides. There was a figure on the top but it didn't move.
That spot had always been Lluks favorite spot.
Anyone who used it with out premission used to get a beat down for sure. Faust shoved her hands in the pockets of her black hoodie, which she'd warn for the sake of not being seen in the darkness. She remembered what she always used to say when she walked into the little clearing after being out doing something.

Lluks, stop sleeping and do something useful. You're acting like a real human.

She used to always tell him how annoying it was when he lazed about, letting all his crew memebers do everything for him. But Faust herself had turne dout pretty much the same. She trained alot of the time, but she was often holed up in her room.
And he would always return with some crappy comeback about if you were a leader it was okay to make others do everything.

"Lluks get your ass of that matress. You haven't changed abit." She growled, strutting into the room with a air of superiority. It hadn't taken long after she left The Lurkers that she became a big shot on the streets. Nearly every street kid new about her. Though they didn't really know anything about her. Most of them didn't even know she was a girl. They just called her the Streets God. Which was where she got the name for her crew. She hadn't even meant to attract attention. She was just living life the way she wanted to. Taking anything she wanted from anyone.

The figure on top on the matress moved, and she saw a pair of dark blue eyes in the darkness of the moonless night. In a few movements the figure half climbed half jumped down of the heap of junk, and crossed over to greet Faust. He stood about 2 feet taller then her, and alot wider. He wasn't fat, but he was a large boy with dark chocolate coloured skin and black braded hair like Beastie's, but this guy let his hair stay down. The front were pulled into dreadlocks that just barely draped over his broad shoulders. There was a large white beanie hat on his head that flopped down in the back. He wore a baggy shirt, thats colour was lost in the dark of the night. His jeans were also way to big for him and they hung down wait past his waist, till they would have showed his boxers had it not been for his shirt.
He was so large and tall next to Faust, he nearly made her look breakable. Which was hard to do. This was Lluks, the leader of the Lurkers. It was quiet between the two leaders, as the rest of the trio Faust had brought along made their way out of the small ally way. The sixteen year old could hear her subordinates fussing over something and a momnet later, both RiffRaff and Riddlin pushed through at the same time. NoFace followed behind them with a little more dignity.

"Seem's like you haven't changed much either... Stitches."


           Five hours later had proved that their visit to the Bronx to meet the Lurkers, was not a deadly task. It was seven o'clock in the morning, according to Faust's phone. Usually she'd still be sleeping, but she heaved herself to her feet, clambering off the old ruby coloured couch that was pushed up against a wall in the cornner between two buildings that attatched together. The fabric smelled like mould, but Faust didn't mind the musty scent. She'd slept in worse places. After talking abit over with Lluks, he'd invited them to settle down and make themselves at home. And that he'd begin the meeting he'd called, tommorow morning. Faust picked up her side bag lying on the ground at the base of the couch. It was made from old cool aid jammer wrapers. She'd brought it with her last night and stuffed it with mini oreo packages and a few bottles of irish cream coolers.
The clown mask was resting on top of it and it fell to the dusty ground, making a quiet clattering noise. Faust picked it up and slipped the string over her head, then slipped the papier mache into place over her pale skinned face, hiding the harsh black tattoo's on her face.
She streatched her arms above her head, letting the muscles all through out her body streatch and retract. Her shoulder's were still stiff from the stressful week. The wound she'd received from the cops three days before had diminished into it's final healing stage. Usually it would have taken a much longer time to heal, but Faust realized the bullet had skimmed the tree, lessening its power. It had barely gone a cenitmeter deep.

Being back in Lluks territory put her in a bad mood, and she was rather angry she had to get up this early, If she had any say in it, she would have just ignored Lluks request for her to come here. It wasn't like he didn't have her phone number. Besides, there was nothing stopping him from coming into her territory back at The Base. Her old leader was picky though, and she knew it
Renegade Faust didn't like taking orders from anyone else, but she knew that the Lurkers leader wasn't an idiot, and he'd only call her over if it was something important. She slipped her side bag over her shoulder and walked out to the clearing, out from under the shadows of an over hanging rooft top.
She crossed the clearing qietly, making hardly a sound on the tightly packed earth that she'd walked on so many times. This place was one of the only memories she had. Other then her adpoted family's old house back in the outer area of New York City.

Being back here reminded her that she wasn't always as powerful as she was now, and that she had had to rely on someone in the past. The thought pissed her off, and set her patience back to zero. Deciding it to take a look around to see how her former crew mates were doing, the sixteen year old slunk around a large junk head on the far left side of the clearing. An old red car was laying on top of some sort of scrap pile. The car's roof was begining to cave in from being left out so often. It was a convertable.
The large scrap of red metal used to be Faust's favorite spot, and a brief picture of a younger her reading a book in the front seat or on the roof popped into her mind. Her lips curved down in a small frown, and for a brief moment her thoughts were still.

The teenager stared up at the car for a few more moments, before a cool lengthy breeze whisked through the air. It was a cooler day then the past days of the week, and for once Faust was grateful for the nicer weather, and glad she wouldn't have to put up with the blistering heat for yet another day.
Snapping bakc to reality, she gave her head a quick shake, her dicey black hair swaying with the motion. Suddenly wanting to give her muscles a work out, she jumped forward, lunging towards the red car. When she was just at the base of it she kicked back on the front of her feet and jumped into the air, grabbing into the side mirror on it, she pushed herself off of it and rose above it. She landed on top pf the cars rooft that creaked and groaned dangerously under neath her. Just before it could get to comfortable with her pressure she, continued on her exercise and jumped off nimbly.
Her feet landed on a steel pole jutting out form the side of the pile. It wobbled under her but she kept her balence and instead moved forward again landing on top of an old garbage can lid made of titanium. Kicking off with it, she rode down the trash heap on it like a skateboard. When she reached the bottom of the small hill she jumped off the trash can lid and sent it skittering across a new smal clearing.

The sound of music hit Faust's ears after the ruckus from her ride died down. It was rap music, and that wasn't an uncommon thing to hear around the Bronx. She glanced up around a new part of the clearing. This part opened up into a some what secluded area. Lluks was watching some of his boys rap to the beat, or do some sort of street dance moves to it.
Faust watched them for a moment. I can't believe they still do that... Her ice blue eye's began searching for any more familiar faces. She found a few.

The first one was Joker. He had a black star tattooed over one of his eye's with jet black hair and crimson red eyes the colour of fresh scarlet blood. He was white, but well tanned from staying out in the sun for his long with his crew. He had a black pair of baggy jeans on, and a dark green wife beater top on. He always used to wear thick black leather boots, Faust checked, and realized he still did.
Beside him, mirrioring any of the moves Joker made was another boy with dirty blonde hair. He was wearing blue skinny jeans and a loose blakc hoodie with raindbow lines running across it in all different directions. He looked a little bit like StarGazer, but his hair was longer, and he had a gentle looking face. His name was Tabu, like taboo but with a U. He was another familiar guy that Faust had worked beside a few times when she was a Lurker like them.
Funny thing was, she was the only girl member last time. But... Her gaze flickered over to the figure sitting beside Lluks. She was a girl. She had long dark blue navy hair that looked cheaply dyed. Her eye's were bright yellow and she caught Faust's gaze when she looked over. The girl was unfamiliar to Faust. She was skinny yet, her arms were well toned and she had a dark tan on her face and any skin that the Street God leader could see. The girl was wearing a black hoodie that was unzipped, and under it was a short black shirt. Blue skinny jeans hugged her legs.

"You guys are as the same as ever" She said slinking out from behind her little place beside the junk heap, she hadn't been hiding, but Lluks had always been unobservent. The leader made her way over to to stand in the middle of the little clearing. Joker jumped up and paused the music from a large stereo seated on a plank of wood, that jutted from one of the junk heaps.

"I guess, 'cept we don't got you tellin us what to do." Joker shrugged, spinning around on his boots before quickly walking away from her and taking a seat next to the girl beside Lluks.
Faust suddenly remembered why he was so uneasy around her now. Joker had pissed her off once, she forgot what it was over, but she'd beaten him up so badly that even Lluks suggested taking him to the hospital. The sixteen year old girl guessed he was still holding a grudge. Though she couldn't paticullarly blame him.
Running a hand thing her bangs she glanced at Lluks and gave him a impatient look.

"Can we hurry up and get to what it was you wanted to tell me?"
"Well first you have to decide if you want you're crew memebers here."

Faust blinked for a second, wondering what it was that her former leader wanted to tell her. She let out an annoyed hiss and looked at the ground for a moment NoFace should be here... I guess having the twins around couldn't hurt either... The gang leader wondered if they should know what it was, even when she didn't have a clue what it was before hand.
"Fine.." Her voice came out like an icy breath of fresh air.

       After Lluks had led them to the back of the lot he and his crew had taken over, the meeting was reayd to be started. NoFace was sitting below Faust, who was sitting on top of a fence with barbbed wire drapping down over the sides. She'd put on some of her leather gloves a moment before and went them all down, creating a suitable place for her to sit.