First War

After the loud noise of breaking of window was heard,

Many members from George's organization went to check on the situation with weapons just in case.

"Well, I guess I better check out what's happening since Daniel told me to look out." William thought to himself,

As William proceeds and goes to have an eye on what's happening, he sees every single member laying on the ground with blood shed all over,

"Shit!" William immediately runs and goes to check over Daniel if something had happened,

But when he was running, a person with a mask having a sad cartoon face on the mask holds out a gun and points at him,

"What the-?" Says William,

"Hands in the air!" Says the masked person in a deep voice,

William raises his hands to surrender,

Right as the masked person gets close to him, William immediately hits the masked persons hand to throw the gun away,

They both start having an intense combat fight, with nothing but bare fists,

William hits the masked persons chest once,

And the masked person hits William's face once,

They keep on continuing to fight until William gets very exhausted and tired and was unable to proceed to fight,

The person wearing the mask walks and gets the gun he was holding earlier,

He pointed the gun at William and loaded his gun to shoot him,

"Say goodbye, to my little friend!" Was what the person wearing the mask says,

But before he could shoot William, a member from George's organization came with a metal bat and hit the masked person on the head, causing him to faint and fall on the ground,

*Thump!

"Woah! T-Thank you so much man!" William says while taking deep breaths,

"No worries dud-" Without being able to finish the sentence said by the member, someone shoots the member from behind multiple times immediately causing his death.

William gets shocked,

William then pretends to be dead to trick whoever shot the member, so that they could not figure that he is alive,

"Lets get out before the cops see us." Says a stranger as William could not open his eyes to be able to recognise who said it,

Soon after, some people with some "hood" fashion dress, took Daniel forcefully without talking or doing anything to George.

William hears Daniels voice, calling him out,

"William! Wake up William! Please save me! They are taking me to "THO" gang! Please William!"

Daniel spoke in a tone that suggested as if he knew William was actually alive and only pretending to be dead, but he did not make it obvious; he simply provided the address of the place where they would hold him.

Meanwhile, when everyone left the residence of George's gang,

William came out of his pretend or playing to be dead and stood up, searching for Daniel.

"Daniel? Daniel what were you talking about earlier?" William calls out to Daniel hoping he was there,

But he only found George sitting on a chair without showing his face.

"Hey, uh Daniels friend? I want you to tell me where did Daniel go." William asks George,

William then rotates the chair to talk with George face-to-face.

Right as he does that, he encounters George presenting with a critical cranial injury, presumably sustained from a gunshot wound, ultimately leading to his death.

"What the hell? I gotta find Daniel soon."

William then exits the building, hoping to find Daniel soon.

It was night.

He then finds someone sitting who seemed like a member of the Lounge gang, as William saw that person with Daniel the day he invited William to his gang.

But that person was bleeding and injured very badly,

"Hey you!" William calls out to him,

"Your a member of Daniels gang aren't you?" William asks,

"Yes." The injured person replies,

"Well- Where is he? And what is this "THO" gang?" William asks again,

The injured person's face was pale, eyes wide with the realization of their shared dread.

"I think... I think they took him. When the fight broke out, I saw them grab him and pull him away. They must have wanted him alive." The person answers,

"And what is this THO gang?" William questions one more time,

"The High Only. They are the strongest criminal association with over 10 thousand gang members." The injured person starts spitting blood in the conversation but does not stop talking,

"D-Daniels father is one of the leaders of THO gang. And he most likely raided us."

"Hm, And why would Daniels father raid his own sons gang?" William questions,

"Nobody knows, Daniel never told us the reason why he had such a beef with his father." The person replies,

"Do you think they'll hurt him?" William asks,

The injured person shook his head, biting his lip while taking some big breaths. "If they wanted to kill him, they would have done it right then. They obviously have something in their mind."

The implications of the persons words hung heavy in the air. If Daniel was captured, it wouldn't be long before his father's gang came looking for William next. As his mother was held hostage, maybe his father would get to know about William and kill him for being in Daniels gang, William could not let that risk slide.

"We have to find him," William said, the determination rising within him like a flame.

The person looked at him, a mixture of fear and admiration in his eyes. As that person knew Daniel had been using William "You're serious? After everything he's done, after how he treated you?"

"He's still my friend," William snapped, anger flaring. "Or at least he was. I don't know what he is now, but we can't just leave him to face that alone."

"Well, I-I can help you too I guess." The injured person replies,

"Wait really?" William asks,

"Well yeah, Daniel might be a bad guy, but he helped my poor family alot just by being in his gang, I need to help him too." The injured person replies,

"Well okay, what's your name though?" William asks,

"My name is- Max Marquess."

Max Marquess. William thought that he had heard this name before, probably in his childhood. But he did not think about it.

"Okay! Let's go save Daniel." William says with energy,

Max starts to bleed intensely,

"Oh shit! We gotta get you to a hospital first." William says,

At the hospital Max and William start to have a conversation on how they should save Daniel.

"How the hell are we gonna save him?" Max questions,

William's mind raced as he thought back to the meeting place, trying to remember anything that might help. "We need to go to his old contacts," he said. "People he knows. Maybe someone saw where they took him."

After Max's injury was healed, they left the hospital quickly, their heartbeats echoing like drums in their chests. The adrenaline coursing through William made him feel alive, but it was tainted with fear and guilt. He replayed the moments leading to the fight over and over, wishing he had done something differently—anything to prevent Daniel's capture.

Their first stop was an old warehouse that used to serve as a hangout for the kids who'd been bullied. A place where Daniel once lorded over his "gang." As they approached, William felt a mix of dread and nostalgia. The familiar graffiti marked the walls like battle scars, reminders of the dark times they had shared.

Inside, a few of the former students they had tormented loitered, their eyes wary as they recognized William. The room grew quiet, tension palpable.

"W-Wilston? After all these years?" one of them sneered, arms crossed defiantly.

"I'm not here to fight," William said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I need your help. Daniel's been taken by his father's gang, and I need to know if you've heard anything."

Laughter erupted from the group, harsh and bitter. "And why would we help you? You made our lives hell."

"Because if we don't, he could end up dead," Max interjected. "And trust me, the fallout from that won't just affect him."

There was a flicker of hesitation in their eyes as the reality sank in. After a tense moment, a girl with blonde hair stepped forward. "What do you know?" she asked, her voice quieter now.

"I heard them talking about a gang called THO, But we don't know where it is," William said. "Do any of you know anything about it?"

They exchanged glances, and William could sense the wheels turning in their heads. The girl spoke up again, "Yeah, I know where it is. But it's a dangerous place, They've been moving goods and sometimes... people."

William felt a chill run through him. "Can you take us there?"

A moment of silent deliberation passed before she nodded. "I'll help. But you owe us. This isn't just a favor; we need something in return."

As they made their way to the new location, memories flooded back. The streets they passed held echoes of laughter and cries, moments of torment and of joy. He remembered the power he used to wield, how easily he had destroyed lives, and now he was here—seeking redemption.

When they arrived, they found a warehouse dark and foreboding. The sounds of muffled voices echoed inside, a chilling reminder of what was at stake. Max turned to William, concern etched on his face. "Are you sure you want to do this? What if they see you?"

"I can't turn back now," William said, steeling himself. "I won't leave him behind."

They stealthily approached the entrance, hearts pounding. The door creaked open slightly, revealing a dimly lit room inside. William took a deep breath and stepped through, Max and the girl close behind.

Inside, the air was thick with tension. William could see several figures huddled together, their faces obscured in the shadows. One voice rose above the others—harsh and commanding.

"Daniel," William whispered, desperation clawing at him.

But just then, a loud shout rang out. "Who's there?" A figure in a dark coat turned sharply, hand reaching for a weapon.

Thinking quickly, William ducked behind a stack of crates, his heart racing. He motioned for Max and the girl to follow. They needed to find a vantage point to assess the situation without being spotted.

Peering around the crates, William could see Daniel tied to a chair, looking disheveled and frightened, but alive. He was surrounded by several members of his father's gang, their expressions dark and threatening.

"What the fuck do we do?" Max whispered urgently.

William scanned the room, noting the layout and the number of guards. "We need to create a distraction," he said, his mind racing. "If we can draw them away from Daniel, we can get him out."

They devised a plan, but it required taking a dangerous risk. William spotted a small metal barrel nearby, likely filled with something flammable. If they could ignite it, it might create enough chaos to give them the upper hand.

As they moved to implement the plan, William's heart sank as he noticed one of the gang members walking toward their hiding spot. Panic surged within him. "Hide!" he hissed, pressing against the crates.

The gang member approached, and William felt his pulse quicken. If he was caught now, it would all be over. He watched as the man peered around, suspicion etched across his face.

Just as the man was about to turn toward them, Max launched a nearby rock at the far wall. The sound echoed like a gunshot, and the gang member spun around, heading toward the noise.

"Now!" William shouted.

They hurriedly lit the barrel with a homemade lighter, and soon flames sprang up, covering the barrel in a big fire. Smoke filled the room, causing chaos. The gang members yelled, scrambling to put out the fire as panic spread quickly.

"Go!" William urged, sprinting toward Daniel.

As they reached him, William frantically worked to untie the ropes binding Daniel to the chair. "We're getting you out of here!" he said, urgency lacing his voice.

Daniel looked up, his expression a mix of relief and confusion. "W-What are you doing here?"

"There's no time to explain. Just trust me!" William insisted, finally freeing Daniel from his restraints.

But as they turned to escape, the chaos escalated. Gang members were shouting, and the flames were spreading. William felt a surge of adrenaline push him forward. "This way!"

They bolted toward the exit, but just as they reached the door, a figure stepped in front of them, blocking their path. It was the masked person with a sad cartoon face.

"You thought you could just walk out? You've made a grave fucking mistake, boy," he sneered, eyes gleaming with malice.

William felt his heart race, but anger ignited within him. "Oh yeah? Let's see whatchu got asshole!" He stepped forward, defiance shining