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Feral Reincarnation - p7

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Kaleb scratched the puppy's belly, and laughed at its expression. A big Doberman, the lolling tongue and half closed eyes made the young Feral giddy.  They had gotten in a new shipment of dogs to train and breed earlier that day. He had missed seeing them in, but he definitely wouldn't miss "breaking them in" for the trainers.

Despite his glee at seeing the puppies, Kaleb had not forgotten about Nate. It was a little itch in the back of his mind, always making itself present when he wasn't patting the dogs or laughing at them. "Don't forget about Nate," it said. "Don't forget what he said about the apples and Aru."  After some time of playing, wrestling and biting, when he and the pups were all worn out, the door to the warehouse creaked open,  and the light spilled out into the darkness, illuminating the face of Tyson Jr., one of the trainers. Slouched over, he leaned against the door frame, hands in his hood pockets.  

"Fancy seeing you here, Kaleb," he said with a hint of sarcasm, eying the panting and sleeping dogs. "Seems like I won't get much done tonight." Kneeling down slowly, the trainer scratched a bulldog behind its ears. Rolling to its feet, the dog nuzzled up against Tyson Jr. and happily licked his hand. "Aw well," the Red Hood mumbled, "it's just a bit late to try anyway."

Kaleb stood as if he had been doing more than just petting and playing with the animals. Good thing the mask hid the betraying grin. "Late? What time is it?" He asked, looking out the door. True, it was really dark out. And he could see the stars and all the lampposts were on and everything. But that didn't mean it was that late. He still had to see Nate.

"Oooh…" Tyson Jr. scratched his head and looked up at the ceiling. "I'd say… a little after ten… though I checked the time a while ago…"

"Aw, shit!" Kaleb leapt to his feet and burst out the door before Tyson Jr. could register what was going on. Lights blurred as he sped down through the base, spinning around black hoods and leaping over boxes and trash cans. He couldn't believe he lost track of time! Nate had to be there still! It had been, what? A couple hours? Not too long of a wait, Kaleb hoped.

The Feral hopped over another trashcan… only to be stopped mid-leap. Forceful choking and gagging, Kaleb kicked and flailed, trying to get his breath back. He was yanked easily into the air before being roughly dropped back onto the pavement. Kaleb coughed, rubbing his neck, trying to get his bearings once more. And he glared up to the grinning face of Beast. "I see you got your mask back," he commented, keeping a tight fist around his hood

"Let go," Kaleb commanded, jerking against Beast. "I have to be somewhere."

"You can wait a couple minutes," Beast said, releasing the hood. When Kaleb was about to retort, the black hood beat him with, "Omar and Epps want to see you."

All sense of urgency left the boy. "Omar and Epps? Why?"

Beast shrugged. "Don't ask me. But last I saw, they were in front of warehouse 13, getting other Black Hoods to look for you."

"Warehouse 13. Thanks." Kaleb turned around and passed down an alley, wondering what, exactly, the leaders wanted him for. Did it have something to do with the brawl yesterday? Or was it something unrelated? Warehouse 13, though…  wasn't that where they questioned people?

After passing the fourth black hood and growling "I know!" for the fourth time, Kaleb strolled to the warehouse. And there they were, lazing about as if it were noon in early summer. Unscarred leaned on Scarred, who scratched him behind the ears. It seemed like there wasn't a care in the world for the leaders. But Kaleb knew them better than that.

"Good to see you, Kaleb," Scarred said, shifting so he could itch a different part of Unscarred's head. "How was your day today?"

The Feral boy shrugged. "It was good. I, uh… helped… out with the new dogs," he said with a grin.

The twins chuckled. "Glad you enjoyed yourself," Unscarred commented, moving himself this time. Scarred  moved down, scratching at the back of Unscarred's neck.

"Yes, sirs," Kaleb nodded. "And, uh, did you want to see me about something else? Beast said you were looking for me…"

"We were," Scarred said.
"Are you friends," Unscarred continued.
"With any of the Blades?"

Kaleb bristled at the insult. "Hell no!" He cried, "Why would I be friends with a bunch of creepers like them?! Hah!" And why would they think Kaleb would sink to befriending an enemy gang? The boy couldn't help but laugh at the accusation.

"Thought so," Scarred commented, shifting.
Unscarred stood as well, shaking his head as if to clear it. "Thanks, Kaleb,"
"That's all we needed."

Kaleb watched as the two opened the door to the warehouse and turned to leave himself. Friends with a Blade. Who did they think-

Wait a minute. The Feral boy scratched at his head, face screwed up in concentration.

"Oh yeah!" He gasped. "That kid! Omar! Epps!" Kaleb spun back around, bursting inside. Holding a hand in front of his face, he blinked quickly, trying to rid the spots from in front of his eyes. Damn, it was bright in here. Florescent bulbs hung from the ceiling, lighting every inch of the room, casting all shadows away.

Scarred's hand stopped inches before a door handle. Perplexed, Unscarred asked, "What, Kaleb?"

Rocking back on his heels and staring at the concrete floor, Kaleb answered, "There is this one Blade. He's creepy and weird like the rest of them. Majorly so. But I kinda talked to him a bit and he's... uh... not really a friend... more like a..." Kaleb waved his hand in the air, the mouse running fast on the wheel in his head, "stalker type person... who confuses me. A lot. Soo… we kinda decided to meet up tonight and, uh, straighten things out… or something like that."

Omar and Epps looked to each other, as if communicating without words. Each had a blank look on their faces, only changing with a slight nod or a raised eyebrow.

"I can hear you," came a muted cry. "You're late, damn it."

Scarred kicked the door, the bang echoing off the metal like a gong. "Shut up," he growled. "No one was talking to you."

Unscarred held out a piece of paper to Kaleb, which the Feral took. "Do you know about this?" The twin asked.
"The boy had it on him," Scarred added, tapping the ground with his foot as if ready to kick more than just the door at the next outburst from their prisoner.

Kaleb read the paper. Once. Twice. A third time. "What the hell is this, Nate?!" He screamed, stomping past Scarred to kick the door himself. "You're so dead!"

"Wait, what?!" The boy called back. "Did they show you that paper? I got no idea where it came from, man! I've never seen it bef- wait. Wait! Where did they say they found it on me?"

Kaleb turned back to the twins, the angry snarl on his face shifting to confusion.

"In your jacket, boy," Scarred said, arms crossed over his chest.
"Beast picked it right out of your pocket." Unscarred finished, motioning for the note back from Kaleb.

"Ah! That's not my jacket!" Nate yelled, excitement evident.

"We're not stupid!" Kaleb replied. "I saw you wearing it, retard!"

"I stole it! From a King!" When there was no answer, Nate continued. "I liked it, so I decided it would be a birthday present to myself!"

There was a thoughtful silence from the Ferals. Nate shivered, hoping desperately that they believed him. "And what King did you steal from?" He was asked.

Nate wracked his brain. "Uh… some albino," he said, remembering the platinum blonde hair and pale skin. "Mexican albino." It wasn't an everyday accent that King had. And with the colorful mastery he had presented over the Spanish language, Nate was disinclined to think of him other than Mexican.  "Walked out of a red 1962 Mustang convertible that had black leather seats,  four-wheel drive, and surround-sound stereo with built-in MP3 player jack."

When metal creaked against metal and the door slowly swung open, Nate flinched back, pressing against the wall. The bleeding wounds in his back burned and his bound arms groaned in protest, but when the twins walked in, he just wanted to get the hell away from them. Scarred reached down, and roughly grabbed Nate's shoulder, pulling him back. Grabbing the ropes that bound him, he snapped them off. Just like that and Nate's arms, freed, flopped down next to him. The boy sighed with relief as blood rushed through.

Yanked to his feet, Nate was pushed through the door. His injured leg buckled under him and he stumbled past Kaleb before regaining his balance. "We believe you," Unscarred said, arms crossed about his chest.
"So get out of our territory before we change our mind about letting you go," Scarred finished, cracking his wrist.

"Where's my sword?" Nate demanded, attempting to pull himself up into a better stance. With the way his back was scratched up, it hurt like a bitch, and the twins didn't seem intimidated by his pained look. Reaching into his back pocket, Unscarred pulled out the little black bar. He tossed it to Nate, who caught it. After running his thumb over the cool metal and determining that it wasn't fake or broken, he stuffed it in his own pocket and limped towards the door.

Kaleb watch Nate retreat slowly outside. He felt pity at the Blade's condition, yet felt no anger at Omar and Epps for it. They were just worried about their gang – their family. He couldn't get mad at them.

"You know, Kaleb," Scarred commented, causing the boy to glance over his shoulder at him.
"You can go after him if you want." Unscarred finished.
Together, they said, "It's not gonna be a problem."  

After a second's hesitation, Kaleb dashed out the door. The twins shared a chuckle before leaving themselves through a side door.
This took long enough. lol
I don't feel like I got Omar and Epps well enough >_<
We all know who belongs to whom by now. LOL

And this is that Albino Mexican guy's car, I bet LOL [link]
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SingyStar's avatar
Nate: Almost had his liver chewed on because of a stolen jacket and a dumb friend from a past life. xD

And you pretty much got Omar and Epps. Now that they can't play with Nate they'll probably lose interest in him for a while. c: