forum Welcome to the Gang (closed)

Started August 21, 2018 by @Vuclan-is-tired

tune

(Nah. He'll just get really hurt)
Jordan snarls as he steps up onto his motorcycle, revving it loudly. He snaps on his helmet (https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/Af5XUmdy_GaRJl_qDUr785RR1nZ7PvsQbVCzkTEvxUaDupMmltPS26A/)

Evanna runs out after the others, in a not very straight line. "Oh god. He's going to get killed." She said as she knelt down by Shard, rubbing her back.

Shard shakes and leans into Evanna's grip, biting her lip. Why did she tell the others? She should have waited. She sighs softly, trying to calm down.

Jordan roars out of the parking lot and down the ramp at almost full speed

Trevor still has this serious and semi angry expression as he leaves, but it softens when he hears the door close,feeling guilty of what happened

Evanna stroked Shard's hair, then turned to look at her, putting her hands on her shoulders. "Calm down. We need to take this step by step. It's tough, but we all need to be strong." She sighed, hugging Shard again.

Shard hugs back, sniffing softly as she nuzzles into the others shoulder. She seeked comfort, and knew that Evanna always gave the best hugs.

Jordan zips up the road, his mind racing wildly.

Cressida stands a little way away from the group, feeling awkward. "So is this a regular occurrence, or…?"

"We-we have to go get him," Malik stammered, a concerned look on his face when he saw Jordan roll out of the parking lot. He approached his motorcycle, beginning to unlatch the clasp on the bottom of his helmet. "I'm better on my bike than him, maybe I can catch up and patch him up if things get too bad." He added quietly, hoping that it would be a good enough reason.

Shard nods and wipes the tears from her eyes. "T-that's a wise idea. G-go ahead. H-hey Crissy." Shard manages, standing slowly. She releases a small breath and continues on trying to calm down.

Jordan raced through the highway, bent low to the handles. He looked as if he where part of Tron or something. He looks on either side of him, nothing. He looks back and slams on the brakes, skidding to a stop. Three other cyclists where blocking his way on the empty highway.

Malik nodded, slipping his helmet on as he walked towards his motorcycle, intent on not letting Jordan get too far away. His helmet had been a beat-up white color when he had found it in a local thrift store, though with his sister's help, it was decorated with small, electric blue colored dice and other small drawings, forming into a wisp of his gang name "Jinx."

"I'll be back soon," he called out, stepping onto his bike and leaning forward, revving the engine. Within a few moments, he was down the road after Jordan.

Jordan curses, revving his engines again. The other three all did as well. He shot in between them and roared down the deserted highway. The others following and moving to his left and right and behind him, "SHIT!"
He could see the scales on their helmets.

Malik looked up ahead, noticing a clear in the highway and he quickly followed, speeding up and weaving through cars. He was quite good at driving, so it didn't pose much of a problem for it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw three motorcycles chase one, the realization quickly dawning on him. "Jordan," he muttered under his breath, swerving to the right and following after them.

Jordan swerves violently and one of the motorcycles drove off the road but quickly comes back. A loud BANG rocks Jordan's cycle. He yells in pain as he feels the bullet sitting in his shoulder.

Malik gasped when he heard a bullet sound through the air, knowing that Jordan must have gotten hit by it. He sped up, fumbling backward for his own gun in a holster, though the metal felt heavy in his hand. He couldn't shoot someone, could he? Instead, he continued to speed on the motorcycle, easily dodging cars.

"Ace!" Malik called out, using Jordan's gang name instead to grab his attention.

Jordan was steering with one hand and the other was on his shoulder. He looked back at his name but his face only saw another barrel of a gun pointed at his back. BANG He collapsed and his bike veered sharply to the side. It roars off the road, flipping and rolling, rider and all.

"Jordan!" Malik practically screamed, switching back to their real name as he sped up, barely paying attention to the cars around him and the bullets flying past his shoulders. "Jordan, wait I'm coming!" He added, leaning over his handlebars as he tried to make it towards Jordan. He quickly looked down at the small screen that someone in the gang had added, dialing Shard. They needed to help him.

Shard saw her phone go off and grabs her phone desperately. She picks up instantly. "Shard speaking." she says instantly.

Jordan had disappeared underneath the motorcycle. As for the vehicle, it was smoking and a total wreck. There where long grasses and stones that had been caught in everywhere. Only Jordan's broken arm could be seen under this ruble.

Shard saw her phone go off and grabs her phone desperately. She picks up instantly. "Shard speaking." she says instantly.

"J-jordan, please help. We're on the h-highway next to the meetup point," Malik stammered, almost sure that he was close to crying. It hurt to see someone he cared about, possibly dead under the wreckage. After all, he had always been quite sensitive…not a trait that he enjoyed. "Please come quickly." He hung up, speeding towards the wreckage and ignoring the other motorcyclists.