UGB Chapter 15: Lonely
Chapter 15: Lonely
Chapter 15: Lonely
There was a time in this gang that the divisions were far less linked together, a mishmash of fighting and ongoing plots against one another. The rite of challenge offered political tactics and a chance for the divisions to assert their individual authority. It was an outdated, and scarcely used relic of an older age.
Nobody was going to put themselves on the line over me. I had no friends in this gang; Tristan won, and Id have to figure out how to get him before he got me.
Would there be enough time to launch forward and give him what he deserved before someone yanked me off and beat me to death? If I died here, would they leave my family alone? This was my fault. If Id been quicker, maybe Till wouldve lived. If Id been stronger and focused on my cultivation and training instead of chasing thrills, this whole thing couldve been different. Id been weak. In New Valentine, I could ill afford that.
The Seventh Division invokes the rite of challenge. A womans voice cut through the silence, as the Seventh Division Captain strode forward, scowling. Her black hair pulled back in a sloppy ponytail, her jacket rolled up to reveal arms completely inked in a dangerous sleeve of thorns and flowers.
The constable worked his jaw and frowned. State your basis, Captain Atkins.
We are at war. Discarding a warrior with a Soul Seed is wasteful, given the conditions. You say hes a coward, then I say we beat it out of him. Simple enough.
He fled which led to the death of his previous captain. The loss of a captain with a Manifested Soul holds far more weight than a warrior with a Soul Seed. He glared at Atkins, as she squared right up to him, and glowered back at the constableshe was a couple of inches taller. Nails tapping against her forearm, painted the same dark red as blood.
She waved the complaint away, shaking her head. To say him fleeing being the direct cause of death is ridiculous, cowardice can be remedied. Even if hed not run, just how much could he have done to prevent Captain Tills death? Shit happens in a fight, its impossible to predict how things could have went. She paused, her eyes landing on Tristan. Unless of course, he was always supposed to die. In which case, no matter what he did, Captain Till would still be a corpse.
I resent such an accusation, Tristan stepped up, a snarl on his face. Anyone can confirm that I was Captain Tills right-hand man. I, more than anyone else, had more to lose with his passing. And now that Im the Captain of the Fourth Division I wish to see the person responsible for his death punished.
Youve been a Captain for less than five minutes, sit down and shut up. Captain Atkins gave a harsh laugh, making Tristan bristle. You and your division can piss and whine all you want, but Im more concerned about winning the war we started.
Being the Fourth Division Captain for even a minute is worth more than a whole lifetime wallowing in the trash that is the Seventh Division!
Captain Atkins smirked at Tristan, before shifting her attention to the constable. Is that so? Well then, Ive issued my rite of challenge. Formally declare your opposition. Then Ill pick a resolution by combat. Since youre new, I dont mind teaching you your place.
Of course! Cmon buddy, welcome to the squad! Hahahah! Bruno grabbed me by the wrist, jerking me after him and away from the lieutenant. You have a way of attracting trouble, dont you? we went off to his bike. I grumbled a noncommittal response. Still reeling over why theyd go that far for me. I just couldnt see their angle, even if theyd believed me about Tristan. What did they plan to use me for?
At least Id have a couple of weeks to recover and sort out what the fuck just happened. I didnt relish meeting this new squad or being part of the worst division. But at least I wouldnt have a psycho breaking my door open in the middle of the night. So, Id take it and try to be grateful for the lifesaving, even if I didnt know what their plot was.
Life in the Brass Kings was always filled with brawls and scraps. Drinking and gambling went with the trouble we stirred up in New Valentine. Fucking around and living for the thrill was why I and many others joined the gangbut the protection, for both your family and yourself from the others was the main benefit. Id come real close to having that ripped away today.
This world was a long stretch from how cultivation used to be. But principles of the ancient times never really changed. Those with power sat above all, did whatever they wished. Even the heavens couldnt force their hands. Those without that overwhelming power? They had the scrape by and hope for the best, huddle together for protection. Until I was powerful enough to fend for myself, I had to rely on the gang. I was sick of that.
Bruno drove me back to Southside, I cut the shit and just told him my actual address. He helped me off the bike and patted my shoulder.
Dont look so grim Luca! Theres nothing to worry about! We get to punch a lot of Crimson Eagles together!
Aint care about that, big guy. Only one fucker I wanna punch. Tristans going to get whats coming for him.
Bruno got a little more serious. Really? You plan to take him out?
I aint the strongest. But Ma taught me to pay my debts, and I owe that motherfucker something fierce.
Bruno nodded, fishing out a cigarette and lighting it with a spark from his fingertip. Then get stronger! You see your problem. All you need is more fighting! He gave a chuckle, shaking his head. Stick with me, Luca. I can see it. Were bound to wade into glorious combat with one another.
I stared at him and ran a hand across my jaw. Hard not to remember what it felt like when that foot of his bashed it. Now that we were in the same squad, for better or worse wed be fighting together. But, I didnt play pretend. Fourth Division, or Seventh DivisionI couldnt rely on anyone but myself. Id get stronger, then take what I wanted from the world.
Yea, sounds good. Thanks for the ride. I waved him off, walking into my house. It was around midday, I could slink into my room and not worry about any questions from Alex or Ma.