The Red Catching Fire Gang Leader

The most dangerous of the worst is the Red Catching Fire gang. For years, police have been attempting to apprehend this gang, but they always manage to slip away when the time is right. They claim that their leader is one of the world's brightest and youngest master minds. His real identity is unknown to most people, although I've heard he goes by the moniker RM.

I see yet another Red Catching Fire gang wanted flyer as I make my way to work. Depending on whether the cops are truly making an effort to find them, I often see one every two weeks. They do good work all around the world, according to what I've been told by strangers, employees, and family members. They don't sell either alcohol or illegal substances, although I'm not positive about that either.

I'm now two blocks from my place of employment. Walking five blocks gives my ankles pain since being in New York merely makes it seem longer. I can fill my lungs with every stride I take by inhaling more and more forcefully. Being around people when walking in New York makes it more difficult to breathe, which is a bad thing. I eventually arrived at work about 2:00.

I probably wouldn't have applied for this job if I could travel back in time and tell my younger self that working in a coffee shop was difficult. I probably serve more than 200 cups each shift. I work from 2:00 to 9:00. I suppose this is wonderful experience because my dream job is to start my own bakery. I'm getting ready to welcome an eight-person party who are ostensibly celebrating an anniversary at approximately five. I begin tidying up before they arrive and bake till Sammy arrives for her shift. Sammy is one of my closest friends and has supported me much. She would offer me a ride home when I stayed over to assist her when it was just her working, for example. Or when I had financial difficulties and she assisted me in clearing out my debt.

I hear the bell above the door ring by the time I pour the cake mixture into the pan and set the timer for thirty minutes. I get out of the oven and notice three elderly women by the door. Are you attending the anniversary party, I asked? I advise getting some menus. The older lady said, "Yes, we are the other ladies are on their way." The largest table we had was not particularly huge when the two ladies selected it, so I had to take a few chairs from other tables to make sure everyone was seated. The six additional diners arrived via the front entrance by the time they had taken a seat and perused the menu. Two of them appeared to be in their mid-forties, a little younger than the other three. Before they could place their orders, they all waited for thirty minutes. I take out my notepad and pen as I head over to record each of their instructions. They were polite and considerate, and they frequently brought up their time in high school. These women act alike, indicating that they had been friends for a very long time. All of them wanted coffee, but three of them preferred decaf, five preferred strawberry scones, and the other females preferred blueberries. Fortunately, the scones were already baked and ready for consumption. I only need twenty minutes to prepare their coffees and scones. I put them on different trays, one for the scones and the other for the coffee.

I placed the coffees Infront of each of them, "aww thanks dear, you are so sweet. Would you like to join us?" The older lady asked.

"Oh, I think I can I'm on the clock and" I say looking around at the empty chares behind me

"Were your only customers here dear, I'm sure it would be alright if you sat with use old girls for it bit" she says with the biggest smile on her face.

I finally nodded, distributed all of their scones, and sat down. The fact that it was blazing brilliant outside with the biggest clouds one minute and is now pitch-black outside with a temperature of 60 degrees outside suggests that I must have been sitting there for the entirety of that time.

I began to think like these women as I listened to them chat, and it turns out that they all met in college around finals week. They all attended the same class together, but they didn't even consider it until they got together in a study group. Since then, they have remained friends. They left about eight o'clock, which is closing time, after a fun conversation. When they pay, they give me a sizable tip, which they insisted I accept despite my objections because they liked the extra company. For speaking with them, they gave me an eighty-dollar present, which I accept with gratitude. I had a great time engaging with them.

I went over to take a peek when they left through the door. As I was doing so, I caught sight of an odd sight: a black van with a person inside. Because it's so dark, I can see what he looks like. He appears to be wearing a mask as he glances down at something. But I ignore it and set about cleaning the cafe so I can leave. It takes me around fifteen minutes to complete the first load of dishes. I then started to clean the counters. In the corner of my eye, I notice a man wearing a mask as I finish my final wipe. He's pointing a gun at the door, just like the one I saw in the van. I sink to the ground behind the counter with the spray and towel. The gunshot that went through the door is audible to me. Gravity causes the glass door to break and fall to the ground.

When I look over to see who it was after hearing footsteps on the glass in my way, all I can make out is a rifle pointing directly at my head.

"Put your hands up" the guy with the gun says. I do it and put my head down looking at the floor. I felt his hands touch mine, he pulls me up to my feet and pulls me to the wall. He turns me around and I can see his eyes lock with mine. He quickly looks away from me and from the corner of my eye I see two more guys behind him. One of them is wearing the same mask as the guy who's holding the gun to my head, but the other one isn't. He looks around my age, there shirts have this symbol that I've seen before but I don't remember where. Then it hit me, holy shit. There in the Red Catching Fire Gang.

They grab all the money in the register and start grabbing all the silver and gold thing scattered in the cafe. Luckily, I still have my tip in my pocket, after they were done looking, they two guys came over to me. The one with the mask holding the bag of money put it hand in my apron. He pulls out my money then looks over at the guy with no mask.

"HEY, you can't take that" I say stepping of the wall, except the guy with the gun pushes me back. The guy with no mask takes the money from the guy's hand and steps closer to me.

"Oh, I can and graciously take your payment. And the issue is, you have no control over it." He says as he walks away. I turn to face the sniper, who is watching the person take my money and go. When the man wearing the mask and holding the bag of cash is not looking, I give him a kick to the balls, causing him to tumble to the ground. I turn to face the gunman, who is staring at the man on the ground before turning to face me. I pause, then I grab the gun and duck. When the gun fires, it passes directly over my head. He releases it, and I shoot him over the head with the gun, knocking him unconscious. I sense someone behind me as he collapses. The man who isn't wearing a mask tries to seize the gun from my grasp. As they circle while he raises it to the ceiling, the gun shoots repeatedly. We release our grip immediately, the pistol drops to the ground, and both this person and I are staring blankly at each other. He moves to attempt and grab it, but I kick it away from him. He turns to face me, then turns back to the rifle before standing up and charging it. I barely escape the room as I sprint towards the door. I just keep moving forward until I take a false turn and get stuck in an alley. He is standing there with the gun when I turn around. He approaches me, and when I try to turn around, I run into a wall. He made me feel cold with every stride he took. He placed the gun to my forehead and stood still for a brief period of time.

He urges me to turn around while forcing me against the wall. He placed my hands behind my back as my face was on the wall. I soon feel the pistol begin to travel down my back. His breath is getting closer to my ear.

"You are brave despite the fact that you are pain in the ass. You are attractive, so I might decide not to murder you, but not enough to challenge me." I try to shake him off, but it is useless because he is holding me too tightly and I can't get away from him. He is whispering in my ear. He taped my hands together, so I can't really move them either.

"Go To Hell" I say with all the rave I have in my breath.

"Oh, Sweetie. I've already been there; perhaps someday I'll take you "He claims to be flinging me to the ground. He lowers himself to my level, places his palm on my face, and pulls me in close. The two men from the cafe appeared from the black vehicle as he was about to say something and approached the man without a mask. He was grinning like a lunatic after they said something in his ear.

"Even though I would really like to kill her, it would be too simple. She must endure pain first." The man wearing no mask says, looking at you, in light of the foregoing, the two men approach me and pull me to their van while picking me up. I struggle to scream, but it is ineffective. They throw me inside, and the man without a mask enters the van and takes a seat next to me.

"Who are you?" I say, looking baffled. He gives me a quick glance before taping my mouth with a piece of tape.

"I'm RM Sweetie"

This is the end of chapter 1:

Chapter 2 coming soon

Written by TheStarSeeker