The Gangs

Gangs: "A group of adolescents who band together, especially a group of delinquents."
Most gangs are made because of lables, and two of the most deadly, well-known rivals are 'emos' and 'chavs'. 15 year old gang leader Hope is caught up in all of this and her choices will not only destroy her life, but also Jesse's, her older brother.


1. Chapter 1: Hope

Chapter 1: Hope


      There was a deafening silence, shattered by a blood curdling scream.

“Hope, I love you!” Taylor roared. The midnight sun beamed down on him like a spotlight and the reality of it all hit me like a train. Taylor was going to die. My best friend, boyfriend and my life, it’s all going to be taken away in few seconds. I continued to fight against the two boys holding me to the ground. It was pointless. Taylor and I were trapped like flies in a distorted web.

“I love you too.” I yelled back at him, trying to conceal the tears which were threatening to fall.

      A silhouette moved towards me, their face engulfed by the darkness of this winter night. They knelt down next to me and grabbed a handful of my hair. Viciously, they yanked my head up, forcing me to look at Taylor who was surrounded by people. Our eyes met each other’s, and although he was only a few seconds away from dying, they were filled with happiness and love, like they always were. Without warning Erik, the leader of the chav gang, forced his blunt, blood stained knife deep into Taylor’s chest. His warm brown eyes turned cold.

      My head was burning. A loud ringing noise was now blocking out everything the chavs were saying. The people who were holding him let go of him, allowing his lifeless body to fall to the blood soaked floor. His black hair with red tips was now covering his face.

“Sunday!” I said through gritted teeth. I could feel a single tear trickle down my pale cheek. “You chavs against my gang.”

“’ite, midnight, outside the warehouse, we’ll love to kill more of your little emo mates.” Erik said in a belligerent tone. His white-blonde hair, which was normally perfectly gelled, was now a tangled mess.

“I’d like to see you try.” I grunted, fighting the urge to be sick. He moved closer, his tall, muscular body stood over me. He crouched in front of me, his grey eyes, which were full of hate, stared cruelly into mine.

“Mel, go burn the piece o’ shit.” He ordered. The person who had hold of my hair let go and walked over Taylor’s body. Mel, who was tall and brunette, pulled a bottle of vodka out of her bag, took a mouthful, and poured the rest over Taylor. Erik moved from in front of me at the same time as Mel dropped a small lit match onto the body. The stench of the burning corpse began to suffocate me.


      “Hope. Hope. Wake up.” Jesse, my older brother, said whilst gently shaking me. His dirty blonde hair was tickling my face. I slowly opened my eyes to be greeted with his concerned green eyes staring at me.

“What?” I asked, still half asleep. I already knew what it was all about. I’ve had the same nightmare since Thursday, when it actually happened.

“You were talking in your sleep again. You said something about Taylor and a fight tomorrow.” His voice was serious.

“Don’t worry about it.” I said as I got up and walked over to my wardrobe. Jesse grabbed hold of my wrist, his iron grip causing me to flinch slightly pain. I turned around and glared at him. He turned my arm slightly so my wrist was facing up and pulled back my sleeve to reveal a single scar.

“Just because I wear black and don’t listen to the kind of music you like does not mean I am miserable or that I slit my wrists.” I hissed at him, disgusted by the fact that he, one of the very few people who liked me, was so stereotypical.

“Well you obviously have before.” He replied staring at the scar.

“That wasn’t me, it was Erik!”

“Bullshit.” He laughed.

“I thought you trusted me but clearly not!”

“Well you’re the one in the ‘emo’ gang.” His words started to hurt.

“We aren’t ‘emos’! The idea of ‘emo’ is bullshit!” I yelped at him.

“Stop yelling, your father is on the telephone.” My mother’s voice ricocheted up the stairs.

“We’ll talk about this later.” He whispered, sensing my anger, before letting go of me and storming out of my room.

      I stood in the same spot of my room, shocked by his harsh words, for a few minutes until the coldness of my wooden floor burnt my feet. I walked over to my wardrobe and put on the first thing I could find; black skinny jeans, a black and white skull top and my black leather jacket. I glanced at the clock on my desk. 9:45. I have forty-five minutes until I’m meeting the others. Sick of the silence, I picked up my radio remote and turned it on. Emotional screaming boomed out of the tiny speakers and around my room. I started straightening my long brown hair and full fringe. I quickly put on some black eyeliner and red lip-gloss, my skull ring and my black leather boots, then turned the radio off, grabbed my bag and ran out my room.

      Just as I was about to leave, my dad, Earh, walked out of the living room and stood in front of the door.

"Hope." My cowardly father said quietly in his stupid posh accent. Earh had brown hair, which was always gelled immaculately and greeny-brown eyes, like Jesse and I.

"What?" I replied in my normal moody tone I used when speaking to my father.

"Do not speak to your father that way." My mum said in her posh accent. My mum, Serenity, had brown hair, which she always wore up, and chocolate brown eyes. Her appearance was always flawless.

"Hope." Earh repeated. "Where are you going?"


"Out where? You better not be hanging around with those so called friends or yours." He said trying to sound strict but failing miserably.

"She's going out with me for the day for some brother-sister bonding." Jesse said whilst walking into the hallway and giving me a hug. I hated it when he hugged me, and he knew it.

Although my parents were posh, they were incredibly gullible. The two of them exchanged looks then my mum walked into the kitchen and dad followed her like a lost puppy. As soon as they were out of sight, I darted out the door.

      “What happened to our brother-sister bonding?” Jesse joked as he followed me out of the house and down the road.

“Bye” I said as I ran until I could no longer see him. I went the long way, just in case I bumped into him. Only a few minutes away from the building, I stopped. Faint footsteps continued for a couple of seconds, and then copied my pausing. I knew that Jesse isn’t stupid enough to follow me, and no one else knows where I live or the long way. I convinced myself it was nothing and continued walking until I reached the abandoned apartment where the others live.

      I opened the broken door and as soon as I placed my foot in the building, two knives were held to my throat.

"This isn't the best way to treat your leader." I said, pretending to be upset.

"Sorry, we are just preparing for tomorrow." Blood said. She moved forward a bit so I could see her. Her tanned skin and blue eyes, which were lined with black eyeliner, contrasted beautifully in the dim sunlight which was coming through the open door. Shark and Blood lowered their knives.

"I think I was being followed on the way here." I told them both.

"Ok, I'll stay here by the door and you two go to where the others are." Shark instructed. He had spiky brown hair and green eyes, which were covered in black make up.

"Is Harvey joining today?" Blood said whilst we walked up the stairs.

"Yes" I replied. "Does Scar know?"

"Yes, I think so." She said. Our convocation was interrupted by Shark

"Hope! Blood!" He Yelled. "We have a visitor."

Blood and I looked at each other before we both pulled out our knives and sprinted back down the stairs and to the door. As I got closer I noticed Jesse was standing against the wall by the door with Shark's knife pointing to his throat and slight fear in his eyes.


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