A/N: Finally actually doing this. Its been on my mind for a while. Enjoy, and drop a review, if you want.

"You fucked up, D."

I spoke to the newly dethroned mob boss that I had just broken out from police custody. "We shoulda knocked that kid out from the beginning. You knew he was trouble."

D-Mob stared out the passenger window, avoiding my gaze. "I know. Ot was a moment of weakness."

"Let's just hope that this 'moment of weakness doesn't happen again. Aight?"

"Alright..."

D-Mob didn't speak anymore on the ride back to the hideout.

When we got there, Blaze and Sticky Fingas were playing a video game, and it seemed as if Sticky had just won. Me and D-Mob walked in, and the two jumped up in surprise.

"D-Mob!" Blaze exclaimed, "We thought you were-"

"Thought I was what, arrested? I aint goin' nowhere."

"For real tho, who knows what people are thinkin' after that shit you pulled, man. We need to rally our soldiers and put them on the streets. Now." Blase said firmly,

D-Mob seemed uninterested, "I know what I have to do."

Sticky spoke next, "Yo, who this?"

"This is the guy who was helping me while you two niggas were sitting aroubd playin' video games."

I chuckled at that. "Names' Ray. Nice to meet ya."

-One Year Later-

Over the course of a year, the game had been turned upside down. And I was the cause of it.

I was currently standing in Crow's office, looking at the now dead gang boss. Blaze tried to rush me out, but I had told him that I wanted to enjoy the view.

The next thing I heard wete police sirens. I held my ground, expectin Jervis to come rushing up the stairs and try to arrest me.

"Freeze!" A cop yelled, pointing his gun at me. "Hands above your head!"

I turned slowly, a small surprise crossing me when the cop wasnt Jervis. "And who are you?"

The cop grimaced, "Curtis Stryker. Now put your hands up!"

I walked twoards him calmly. Having no fear of the gun, "Stryker huh?" His gun was touching my chest. "Why dont we settle this like men. Put the gun down."

Stryker smirked, and lowered the weapon. "You're gonna regret those words. Prepare for a police brutality." He launced forward and launched the hardest fist I'd ever felt in my jaw.

I stumbled back and regained m balance, returning the favor, while he was dazed, I threw him into the wall and kicked his face into it, creating a hole. I picked him up again and slammed a knee into his gut, sending him across the room.

Stryker struggled to stand up, but when he did, he threw something that blinded me. The next thing I felt was th familiar sting of a nightstick against my jaw, followed by what felt like 1000 volt going throu my body. Damn that hurt,

I pushed the pain to the back of my mind and let out a mighty roar. I was about to unleash on this fool. I rushed forward and grabbed his throat lofting him up into the air. I then proceeded to repeatedly punch him in the balls, then I threw him into the wall. I finished by launching a mighty kick to the same spot.

Stryker let out a groan and slumped oflver, unconscious.

"Thanks, bitch." I said, wiping my face.