tw: rape references, castration, badass women

The first time they meet she's fifteen and young and all too wild. She's just left home, just been kicked out. Her parents have died and then her sister got married and it's not like they ever had money and now she's practically been thrust out of the home she was brought up in (it's not like her aunt didn't offer to take her in but her aunt is one step away from living in the streets and she can't do that to her). So she's moved in with the girls, and they're renting some worn out house downtown London.

She doesn't know how it happened, but all of a sudden she's strolling the streets at night with a fag between her fingers and leather coating her shoulders. But somehow Mary and Marly and Alice and Ainee start looking up to her and are following her around like she holds the world in their hands.

They're all as dirt poor as each other. Mary and Lily were born poor and lower, working class. Ainee and Marly and Ainee are born of immigrant parents and in the 50's of England money wasn't easy to come by if you were a recent citizen. So they took to the streets and all of a sudden in between their normal jobs they were harassing too wealthy people and had easy income.

When the group sees the others, they can immediately recognise that they're not the people that belong.

A smirk on her face, Lily pulls herself off the wall she'd been leaned against in some back alley. "What are you boys doing 'round here?" She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head.

Judging from the smirks on their face, like normal they weren't expecting that she would be the leader. Lily knew she was slim, heck she was slimmer than any girl in their group. And yet none of them would think of disobeying her.

"Boys?" One steps forward, all long dark hair and expensive cigarettes. Rebelling against his family she could bet. "Love, have you looked at yourself?"

"Love?" Lily gave a derisive laugh, and took another step forawrd, with Marly behind her as always, her dainty fingers carefully tracing the scars across her knuckles she got last weekend. "I'm not one of your lovers, pretty boy."

Mary gives a titter, throwing her head back and showing her pale neck, her dark hair flashing as she dropped her own cigarette and stomped it under her boots.

"Would you like to be?" Pretty boy asks, a cocky smirk on his face. "Bet you'd be nice in it -"

He never got to finish his sentence, because Marly's shoved her fist into his face, and knocks him back, a bloodied nose left in her midst as the guy stumbles back.

"Fucking bitch!" He swears, and Marly smirks, as another guy takes a step forward.

"Shit!" Lily can tell he's in charge - this one with glasses. Or maybe they're not in charge. But he's the one stupid enough to stick around and not flee from her and her girls. "Do we have a fucking problem?"

"I don't see a problem," Lily shrugs and takes a drag from her cigarette, even as she can feel the cold steel of the knife on the inside of her jacket. She doesn't think that they'll try anything - a bunch of pretty white city boys don't often - but she's not quite sure. After all she has misjudged before.

"Girl, your friend fucking broke Sirius' nose!" Glasses guy shouts, throwing his hands in the air, and screws his face up as his other friend looks at the guy Lily can now label as Sirius (which only proves her point about stupid rich kids) is attended to by one of the others. There are four of them in total and five of the girls. They can take them easily, especially a group like this.

"I don't see any difference," Lily gives a smirk, and blows her smoke into his face, watching in amusement as his glasses fog up and he gives a splutter. Now a smoker? Maybe.

"We were just walking home," another guy, the one helping Sirius, states.

"We were just having a smoke," Marly says, her red lipstick a mockery of the girls they've left uptown.

"Fucking hell you're bloody crazy!" Glasses looks like he's about to try and punch one of them (Lily has her money on Marly - which would be the best because he wouldn't even get to raise his fist), before another guy pulls him back.

"James, what the hell?" The guy restraining glasses asks. "You can't fucking attack girls!"

"Yeah," Lily puts an innocent pout on her face. "We're so delicate and vulnerable. How could you take advantage of us?" With a batter of her lashes, she drops her cigarette on James' foot, and let's her lips curl again, as she walks out of the alleyway, followed by her girls, Ainee blowing a mocking kiss of red lipstick in their direction, much to the shock of her audience. They're all too used to the quiet, covered girls they're told to pity. ('so oppressed by their family!' their mothers and fathers must cry).

Lily's found herself once again straddling a man, her lips a millemetre away from her own.

Only her girls are surrounding her and no way in hell is this man going to try anything. Not again.

They don't go looking for help. But when she's having a smoke in the streets and some guy comes up to her and demands that she tell him his rate, before trying to shove his hand up her shirt, she makes an acceptation.

She didn't squeal and didn't shriek. There'd be nothing wrong if she had (she can remember her mother telling her that's what you should do if a man gets too close to you - it's what all girls are told to do). But if she had she'd still have his hands on her and no way in hell is that happening.

She flings him off her and pushes her to the ground with the practice of someone who has spent too much time on the streets and with Ainee and Marly. "You wanna go?" She gives a laugh, and pushes the cool of the blade which she pulled out of her jacket against his neck.

"What the hell you little cunt?" The man swears, his eyes going wide with an emotion he didn't expect to feel tonight. No, that was to be saved for her.

"Funny ain't it how the only thing a man values in a woman is his biggest insult for one?" Lily bites her stained red lips, before spitting in his face, as her girls approach, and haul up the man and drag him into an alleyway.

They press him against a wall, and Lily gives a smirk as she approaches, with Alice and Mary holding him down, a wicked glint in Alice's eyes that rarely appears. She twirls her knife in her hands, feeling the familiar weight in her hands. "So what love?" She frowns innocently, placing a finger on her chin. "You decided hey, I can't find a prostitute, but I was feeling like some sex. Might as well take any woman I find?"

"No!" The man yelps, as Mary pinches at his groin, her fingers bruisingly strong.

"Don't lie to us," Lily hisses, before turning around and shrugging, facing the wall. "But I suppose it doesn't really matter to us. We don't really care for your truth."

"What - what do you mean?" The man's eyes have turned pleading. "I have a wife - kids!"

"You attacked one of the girls," Lily turns around, and puts her all too familiar mocking pout on her face. "And don't worry. You'll be home safely. Marly, you wanna have a go?"

"Nah, I'm pretty sure it's your turn," Marly gives an innocent smile to match Lily's pout, although none of them are stupid enough to think that it's ever going to be real. Or forget about the shotgun she has underneath her jacket.

"Fun," and in a swift motion Ainee pulls down the mans pants, as Lily runs her finger along the blade of the knife, drawing beads of blood.

"Shame," Lily frowned. "I was hoping it would be blunt."

The man's gasping now, and beads of sweat have reached his forehead. He's fat and the briefcase he's carrying has been discarded in the shuffle, though Lily will have to remember to raid it later. "Please, please," the man's begging.

"Shh, shh, shh," Lily murmurs, and places a cold finger to his lip. "Is that what you would of said to me? Or would you have liked my tears and my cries? Maybe I'll like yours," she whispers, and laughs darkly at his shudder.

And then she drags her knife down and holds it there, where it will hurt a man like this most, and laughs at the visible shudder that runs through his body as his stills. Then she drags it up and Mary and Alice drop him in motion as he lets out a scream, and then a sob, as he curls up on the dirt covered floor.

There's a gasp from behind them (and Lily knows it's none of her girls - but she trusts that one of them will take care of the problem). And then Alice drops down, fingering the cigarette in her left hand and presses it to the man's left cheek, giving a laugh filled with tears as he shrieks and whispers. "Hurts like a bitch right?" Then she stands up and gives him a kick in the stomach with her steel capped boots, Mary laughing at the sound that leaves his mouth, and Lily and the rest turn around, facing the bystanders Marly and Ainee have taken care of.

"James right?" Lily gives a smirk, and bats her lashes in a mockery of their last meeting. "Gonna be joining us?"

"What the hell!" Glasses hisses, his face white with horror as he takes the flinching man on the ground.

"See our friend was . . . getting a little ahead of himself," Lily frowned, tapping a finger to her chin. "So we just helped adjust his attitude."

"What did he do?" Pretty Boy - Sirius - looks green in his questioning.

Marly angles her head and gives a grim smile, the smile of someone who's experienced too much in her short time. "He decided Lil was looking fine today. Lil didn't agree with him and things got a bit . . . out of hand."

Mary gives a laugh at the sick humour involved - it's her favourite type.

"There are police," James steps forward, his face starting to regain colour as he looks away from the man on the floor.

"Sure," Ainee shrugs, and taps her cigarette off, before spitting some of the ashes at the mans feet.

"Why didn't you go to them? They're here to help!" One of the others insists, and Mary hangs her head back and gives a laugh because as always they were right - fucking rich white boys.

"In this neighbourhood chances are he's the cop," Lily jabs a thumb over her shoulder at the man on the floor whining like a baby. "But you won't tell will you?" The girls all bat their eyelashes on cue. No chance in hell are they telling. Who would they? Who'd believe them that a bunch of teenage girls are going around beating up powerful men?

James rolls his eyes and his temples, looking up like he's praying. "There's no God 'round here," Mary gives a laugh, speaking of deeper things.

"Hey James," Lily pats him on the shoulder, as her girls start walking out. "Watch out for yourself alright?" She gestures at the floor. "Wouldn't want you to end up like him right? But maybe if you do, you and I will meet again," she swoops in and pecks his cheek, leaving a blood red mark, a mockery of his girls back home in his fucking manor or bloody estate (she's not sure which is more likely - school and history and politics seem a world away), and walks out, crunching the debris of the street with her unheeled boots and picks up the mans briefcase and browses it, drawing out a couple of hundred pounds and then chucks it to the ground, and walks with her girls, lighting a cigarette as she goes.

thanks loves! this'll have a couple of chaps and yeah romance later but i'm just in love with my smoking!lily and red lipstick!lily and boots!lily and bamf!girl gang