Young Reaper

Feeding crystal to a killer doberman

(Chapter 4)

The ugly guy walked over to stand with his back against the wall beside the door, Jake ignored him as he instead kept his eyes on the man being pushed into the room. After scanning the man, Jake realized that other then some nasty bruises and short breath, the man looked rather healthy. It would be a not so even fight.

At least Jake had a blade.

Not that he believed it would help him much, it could even end up being to a huge disadvantage if the bruised man managed to take it from him. But he wasn't about to go all negative, he was born and raised SAMCRO and they weren't guys to walk right over. No Jake would take down this guy, however he was very thankful to the man for trying to get him out but that was in the past.

Gripping the blade even harder, Jake slowly got to his feet. They were all wobbly from not standing in so long, he felt like fricking Bambi on ice. Luckily his opponent didnt look much less wobbly himself, maybe he'd been taking a worse beating then the outside could tell. jake sure hoped so as the fifteen year old was in no condition to fight, relying fully on the adrenaline created by the situation.

It was the man who made the first move, threw himself forward to use his full bodyweight to get the teen of his feet. it worked and jake let out a grunt as his back made contact with the floor followed by the added weight of the fully grown man above, he was trapped between the floor and a fricking hippo. The man didn't even hesitate as he brought his hands up and around the teens throath, cutting the air from getting into Jakes lungs.

It was like hell itself, the pressure building up in his head from not getting any air scared the hell out of the teen. He paniced, managed to get his arms loose from under the hippo. His rather long nails dragging down the mans arms over and over again until the pain finally made the man let go, Jake did his best to regain his sences quickly. Coughed and heaved for air, his hand once again holding on to the blade. He heard the hippo curse loudly before letting out a loud growl, it scared the shit out of the teen who without think swung around. His arm raised as he blindly swiped the air with the blade in hope of getting in a hit, his blake eyes widening in horror as he slashed through both flesh and bones.

The hippo man screamed in hysteric while clutching hard on his hand, jake just stared down at the floor. At the two fingers he'd cut of the hippos hand, he could see the flesh and bones usually well hidden under the layer of skin. He could still hear the hippos' cries in the background but it was muffled by the ringing in his ears, his eyes stuck to the two limbs slowly turning an scary shade of blue.

''You piece of shit!'' the man roared as he lunged for the stunned teenager, his hand just about to touch the teens shoulder when Jake turned around. His usual happily glittering eyes holding back tears as he two swung his arm, the time seemed to stand still as the two attacked.

Jake felt the blade pierce skin and slipped deeper and deeper until his hand touched skin, his skin tickled by the hard hairs of the hippos eyebrow. Black eyes stared straight into wide, scared brown eyes before he pushed his hand hard against the hippos' forhead. The hippos' body falling backwards and landing with a hard thump, blade still planted deep in his skull.

Impressed whistles as clapping came from the doorway but Jake's eyes remained stuck to the hippo's once very alive body, now lying dead in a puddle of blood and urine.

''Clean this up.'' Joker commanded his underlings and Jake felt to strong hands wrapped around his chest to force him to his feet, leading him to the wall so he could support himself without falling back down.

''I sent the clip, they should be watchin' it right 'bout now.'' an older guy with the Calvares kutte said as he walked up to the president, Jake finally reacted enough to look at the man.

''Clip?'' he asked bewteen ragged breaths, his throath was about killing him and he could already feel it starting to swell and most likely bruise. The older guy just glanced down at the teen before turning his attention back to the president who smirked.

''Ya made sure they ain't getting no sniff on the sender?'' he asked with narrowed eyes and the old guy was quick to reassure that everything was taken care of, the Sons' would have no ideá who'd sent the clip or the location where it had been filmed.

Jake wanted to scream, when would they let him go home?

Ever since the dissapearance of his son, Tig had been having mood swings worse then those of a pregnant woman. For over four month they'd searched for the fifteen year old without getting a single clue on where he could have dissapeared. It had been one of their hardest calls when they were finally forced to stop the search. They just had to admit to themselves that the fifteen year old was either dead or just wouldn't come back.

After Clay voiced the end of the search, Tig had gone missing for several days until Chibs finally went over to the Argent-in-Arms house and kicked him back to life. The poor man had been soaked in both sweat and his own puke, several bottles of hard liquor was thrown all over the livingroom and the whole house reeked of cigarettes. The carped would never look the same again.

It took several weeks to get the man back to game, but they all knew the mans mind was nowhere near SAMCRO business. They knew it would take more then a few weeks to even get Tig close to his former self, but most likely would he never go back to that man he once were.

It was slow process but about six month later they were all back to attempting to fix all the problems surrounding SAMCRO