Remember when I said that I thought that I had an immunity to temperatures? I was wrong. I'm guessing I'm only affected by extreme temperatures. Since I woke up shivering and a partial sunburn on my face. I looked around for the kid, but he was nowhere in sight. I saw that it was noon. Aw Snap! My parents are going to kill me! I shook the thought away. What's wrong with me? I need to get that kid before he kills someone! Hmmmmmm. I'm gonna need help on this one.
I met the Trinity at the same tower we met the first time. That's what Goliath, Angel, and Gemini call themselves now. I guess they needed some kind of name. Whatever.
I told them about the kid. When I finished, Gemini looked grim. He said, "That sounds like Little Jimmy." "Who?" We all asked. He explained, "We used to be cool. We call him Little Jimmy because, well, he was short for his age. He was a nice kid, my best friend. A couple of years ago he went to London with his parents and older brother on Summer break. They got on the wrong side of town and.... well, the powder keg of gangs over there started to spark. The family was OK, everyone except the brother. Kevin died in London. Every gang felt bad about getting someone else in their business. Most of them turned themselves in for murder, but Jimmy always said that he saw one that laughed as he shot his brother. The police said that the kid he described was a known criminal, and a sadist. Someone who loves to deal all kinds of pain."
I was trying to work this out. I asked, "So, what? Why is he attacking gangs here, and not in London?" Gemini shook his head. "I thought it was only a rumor, but before those lights hit everyone in town, I heard that some gang leader from England was on its way here. From a gang called the Blood Syndicate. They are thee number one ruthless gang in the country. If they start up over here, nothing good is coming from it." I said, "So what do we do?" We sat silent for a moment.
Angel says, "I have an idea. All we need is one of those gang members......."
Meanwhile...........
Little Jimmy is a little busy (He goes by James Now-a-days). He is literally tied up at the moment. He walked straight into an ambush. He was just waking up. He saw the Blood Syndicate all around him, holding guns, crowbars, knives, and baseball bats. Someone walked up to him and put back his hood. James saw held his breath as he saw the murderer of his brother. His face contorted to a look of pure hate. He tried to get up to kill him but was reminded that he was chained to a chair. The man, Roland Rylander, put James hood back as well, to reveal James' black hair with a white streak. His eyes are silvery blue. Roland chuckles, "You think I don't remember you. Don't worry, I remember you, I killed your brother myself. What's your name again? Kimmy? Timmy? No, Jimmy!" This pissed off James more than anything: the fact like he was recalling their last encounter so lightly. He had no heart. James was convinced he crawled out of the deepest pit of Hell. He could be Satan himself.
He was fuming, but he only said, "The name's Double-Cross." Roland smiled, "If you think I'm going to kill you, you'd be right, but not yet. You're merely the bait. There are more freaks like you running around this town. I only liked a good old fashioned hard working kinda troops. I don't even like those X-men movies, ya know? Anyway, I'm gonna use you to kill that Hero, Haley. That'll set an example for the entire world. That I own this town: This is MY Kingdom! Maybe I'll run for Mayor, or run the Mayor out!" He cackled. Nobody joined him. James had so much anger built him he felt he would burst. Haley was in trouble. He hoped she had enough common sense not to go after a little street punk like him.
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