Part 1: Pre-Gang (6/7)
April 17th, 2010
New York, Ruuska Residence
The door swung open, and she pauses.
Wide-eyed, mouth agape. The first thing Lucy saw -- to her right. Lucy saw a bunch of bandana-wearing figures, seemingly searching for something or someone in the house. To her left, the living room... all the furniture pushed to the side, T.V. busted and on the floor? Her family. All being pressed against the floor by other masked figures. But one stood out from them -- while all of the other people wore white with black accents.
This man -- he wore the opposite. His clothing was black with white on it. And just from the moment, she observed -- she could guess that this figure was the one in charge of this situation. Before she could look around more, Matthew spoke out of fear and panic.
“L-Lucy!! There you are! Please, help us! These guys are -- trying to hurt us!” And this gave her the immediate fight or flight response. So many people here but-- the adrenalin to protect her family was far too overwhelming. But it wasn’t until the man turned around to face her that she paused in her steps.
“J-Just, who the hell are you?” Lucy spoke out to him.
“Ah. Toby, this must be your beautiful daughter you’ve told me about, huh?” the mysterious man spoke. Toby, struggling below the person holding him down.
“Leave her out of this! Leave Matthew out of this! Just leave my fucking family out of this! This wasn’t a part of the deal!!” he yelled out, his words desperate and filled with rage. Deal? What deal?
“What the hell i-is going on?!” Lucy said, looking down at Toby. Then back up to the man.
“Hold her back.” said the man, waving his hand towards her dismissively. Men from behind grabbed Lucy from behind, restraining her. And with that, the mysterious man spoke.
“Now now, Toby. Us Angels...we got tired of ‘I’ll pay you back next month’ whenever your payment was due. Despite our many warnings and us going over the terms. You still failed to meet them. And frankly, my boss isn’t pleased about it.” He said, pacing back and forth in the living room. Both Harley and Lucy looked to Toby, who was looking away in shame.
“What the fuck is he talking about, Toby?!” asked Harley.
“Dad. What is going on?!” Lucy asked.
“...This wasn’t supposed to happen.” is all Toby had to say.
“No hard feelings, Toby.” the man suddenly stopped in his pacing. He was looking down at the three on the floor. “But, when you deal with people like us. We won’t hesitate to spill some blood.” and with that -- he rose a hand. And the members holding them down soon pulled out pistols, pressing them against Toby, Harley, and Matthew's heads.
Eyes widen. And with that, Matthew began to cry and panic. He understood what was going on. “L-Lucy!!! Help!! This man is going to hurt u-us!!” he cried desperately, now kicking his legs and struggling under the man that held him down.
“Truly, it’s a shame, Toby. This situation could’ve all been avoided had you made your payments on time...” he said, looking down at Toby.
“STOP!!!” Lucy said, attempting to make her way to the living room but, the men behind her held her back. “DON’T!!!” She said, pulling her arms towards their direction. But no matter how hard she pulled, the men behind her overpowered her.
“Lucy!!!" Matthew had cried out to Lucy. Wide-eyed, Lucy stared at the scene. And to her -- it felt like the entire world slowed down. Her hand, reaching out towards them desperately. Lucy was so focused on them -- she didn’t care about her safety. She wanted to help her family. To SAVE them. And soon...words replayed in her mind.
‘When I’m around. I won’t let anyone hurt you.’
Teary-eyed, she did all she could. Yanking and pulling her arms. “M-MATTHEW!!” She screamed, her voice cracking from pure desperation. The mysterious man soon spoke out.
“The Angels aren’t with you today, Toby.” The leader spoke before he lowered his hand.
The world around her slowed. She could see that the fingers of the men holding them down move, squeezing the trigger slowly. Wide, teary, desperate eyes, a burst of strength -- she pulls her hand toward them once more.
“NOOOO!!!!!!” She let out a desperate, piercing scream, the cry of bloody murder. All Lucy could do was watch. Her wide eyes were staring right into Matthew’s, whose eyes were full of fear. And all she could hear...was a young boy’s voice...speaking out to her.
B A N G.
B A N G.
B A N G.
Gunshots rang throughout the house.
Things went quiet -- no. She didn’t realize it: She was screaming, her body let out desperate, heartbroken screams. She didn’t know how else to react. Her screams would get interrupted by sobs as tears flowed freely from her eyes. She didn’t know what else to do. Her chest was tight; her chest was hurting. Was it her screams, causing her lungs to strain? Or was it something much more...emotional.
It wasn’t long until she began to choke on her screams. Her body couldn’t handle it: She was suffocating, gagging, coughing. Her throat strained from all of this. And finally, her body went limp. The men holding her soon released their grip, allowing her to collapse to her knees. Eyes wide, drool from her mouth dripping. She was an absolute mess. She went quiet, but her sobs weren’t gone.
" . . . So Lucy.” said the Mysterious man, walking over to the young woman, crouching down to meet her eye level.
“You know, your father has built up quite the debt. And I would have to kill you here. But...I have a proposition for you. Come. Join The Angels. We could use...girls like you.” he said, placing fingers on her chin, lifting it so she would look at him.
“It’s your choice.” He said, with a grin across his face. But Lucy...she couldn’t understand anything. She was too overwhelmed with her grief. She couldn’t-- comprehend anything. All she did was blindly stare at this man, sobbing, crying. And all he did was laugh and smile.
“I’ll take that as a yes, Lucy. Say...you’ve got quite the body. Although you are only seventeen...” he said to himself, looking up to the other members there, before shaking his head and chuckling.
“What does that matter? Some of the men like them young...” he said before standing up and snapping his finger. The rest of the members left the house and entered their cars, and drove off. And the men that held her began to pick up and pull. All she could do was stare at the corpses of her family . . . all shot in the head.
All she could do was stare. Helplessly.
Her body gave up on her.
She couldn’t do anything but cry and sob.
She couldn’t comprehend anything.
Is all Lucy could choke out while being dragged away. She stared at the bodies of her now murdered family. The wide-eyed expressions of sheer fear and terror. Those empty eyes just stared at Lucy. Blood running down their faces due to the gunshot wounds.
This image...would unbeknownst to her, will forever be burned into her memory. The vivid picture of wide-eyed, bloody faces of her family, staring at her...
𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.