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It’s the deep suburbs of New York City, the United States of America. The cold air, descending onto the open streets, polluted by the cars that drove by on the roads. Gangs were sat on the streets taunting other members are they went by. The gang of Tudri sat on the walls of a garden of an empty house. The windows had been smashed, and the neighbours had been driven away from the sheer fear of their lives. Occasionally the sound of shooting guns, far in the background were the only things you could hear, soon followed by the cries of others and the screams of the victims. It seemed rather difficult now-a-days to be accepted in a Gang, but it proved worth the effort  in these rough streets. Nobody had the guts to stand alone.

“Well, well…well. If it isn’t Diallo the wannabe. You still interested in being one of us?” :Shiro spoke to Diallo. His words were empty, as if Diallo was just another soldier in a war. “So, d’ya know what you got to do, to become one of us?” :Shiro. His black hair shone almost like Electric blue with the early lamppost glow, beaming down on his head. “Err, I think so” : Diallo biting his lip even more nervously than before. However he knew if he showed fear or nerves he was out even before he tried. His reputation would have been killed forever, and n o doubt himself. His black skin began to sweat underneath his baggy clothes. “Well, are you ready or not?” :Aito. Aito was a tall skinny young man who was a side-kick figure in the group. If Shiro was away on business, Aito took care of everyone else, and was often mistaken as the leader. He had very dark brown hair, cut mostly to the head. His hair, today was spiked up and the solidified gel glistened the glow of the lamppost as did Shiro’s. “what are we waiting for?” :Taisa who slid her body closer, towards Diallo. She a snake like smile of her pretty little face. Makeup was all you were able to look at, with the amount she had put on her face, like always. Her bright red lipstick made the light shining on her lips, dance almost as she spoke. Shiro gave her a quick glance, then returned his stare to Diallo. “Come on then” :Shiro removing a pair of car keys from his pocket.

Diallo followed Shiro around the car. His head seemed to bow down, almost in an ashamed style, but the truth was, fear was flooding him more by the second. Aito went to sit in the front seat, ‘till Shiro interrupted. “Let Diallo sit in the front seat” :Shiro looking at Diallo, refusing to move his stare. Diallo looked straight up, meeting Shiro’s eyes, then moved his glance to Aito who was staring at Shiro in complete amazement. Diallo moved around the car and sat in the front seat. He fastened his seatbelt and sat calmly taking deep breaths every chance he could.

The drive must have been only 10 minutes to their destination, but to Diallo it felt like hours of mental and physical preparation for what was about to happen. “well, are you sure you’re ready?” :Shiro with a sly smile on his face. Shiro thought Diallo wasn’t actually going to do it and back out any minute, but Diallo wasn’t ready. Even though the task ahead was probably more difficult, it wouldn’t have been more life-threatening than what he would face at home, being an outcast in every gang. Diallo took one last breath, before replying ‘yes’. Every one undid their seatbelts, opening their car doors and stood up outside on the cold pavement. The sky was dull and grey with the clouds low over the house roof-tops. Everyone moved round the car, staring at the house in front of them.

The house was a typical American style house. The wooden black painted panels stood erect holding up the roof and chimney, which looked like it was about to collapse at any point in time. There were wooden 4 steps  leading up to the outside patio of the front door and 3 trees next to the house: 2 on the left, 1 on the right. Even though it was early Autumn, the trees had no leaves in sight at all. No leaves seemed to have touched the ground surrounding the property. “I can’t wait to see what you bring back” :Taisa, snaking her way closer to Diallo. She wrapped her wrists and hands around Diallo’s arms, refusing to let go anytime soon. Her face looked straight up at Diallo, smiling and looking his face up and down. Diallo turned his head in confusion and forced a smile. “Right, the plan is; you go into the house, and being back anything you can. It has to be decent, we don’t want a twig from one of those trees over there do we? No.” :Shiro pausing for effect, and to create more fear in Diallo. “Err…” :Diallo stuttering while he thought about the question. His eyes refused to lift off of the house. “Well, off you go…” :Shiro patting Diallo on the back and then pushing him forward. Taisa moved off from his arms and watched him as he drew himself closer to the house. Aito said nothing as he was still hating him after the front seat incident.