Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
Submitted by Aaron G. Wolfe
“Why... why are you here?” He managed to choke out.
Continue the story using the prompt as the first line
Writings
Firsthand Beef
Disclaimer
So this is going to be the first chapter of a little drama idea that I had about a server I play in 5m. GTA role play. All the characters are going to be based off other players and my own characters will be added in as well. Hope you enjoy this. The disclaimer was really to let everyone know that I do not own the rights to the SOA MC and it is purely for fun fan/fiction and rp content that our city MC is named after that. So please leave a comment below and let me know what you think.
“Why….. Why are you here?” His thick Indian accent made him sound twice as nervous about the four of us entering the little convenience store at the highways edge.
“You don’t look to happy to see us” Bones said with a cocky looking grin, grabbing his leather cut with his trademark bone tattooed knuckles.
“Surprised is all…. Your a day early” He coughed up, quickly turning around toward the back room as the two prospects watched the entrance.
This site was a great pick between the northern city that the SON’s ran without much interference. It was the city to the south that had already started to come with problems. Rival gangs, to many cops, not the best place to settle in.
Bones flashed his cuts many badges. “Man of Mayhem, Unholy Ones, Original, Vice President “ Of course he also wore the reaper with pride.
His raggedy looking dark brown hair shifting as he steeped to the counter. I stood only a step or two behind him, eyeing up a woman the prospects had let pass into the store. Not like I would have stopped her either.
Tight fitting jeans cut in many lines up the outside of her thick calf’s, leading to her off purple colored hair and black and purple eyeshadow. Eyes a combination of light blue and grey swirls. And her low cut shirt clearly running over with the bustling light skin of her big boobs. I nodded to them and she quickly moved to the cooler doors, Bones turned and watched her as well.
“Miss please. I don’t think you want to be in here” The Indian guy stared at the woman as she grabbed a drink or two from the first cooler and headed to the next.
“Sorry I needed to stop quick. I’ll be out of everybody’s way in a sec” She called back clearly missing the elephant in the room.
“You can stay in my way all you want” One of the prospects called back watching her bending over at the end of the isle to grab a small bag of chips.
“Watch it prospect.” Bones glared at him as the woman moved between me and Bone’s. Stopping for a second as she looked me over.
“Your all part of that northern MC. I heard about you, a friend of a friend of mine says you all know how to party” She laughed a bit and tossed the stuff on the counter. “How much?”
“It’s on me. Have a great day” I tossed a hundred on the counter as I watched the surprised look on her face.
“You don’t have too…” She started to say but stopped as the Indian guy started to bag her stuff.
“It’s my pleasure “ I gave her a quick smile as I watched her head back towards the prospects.
“Sorry guys I’m in a hurry” She said pushing past the prospects who both looked back at me for confirmation that she could pass.
“So where we’re we?” Bones said flashing the gun holster hanging on his left side under the cut.
“I have the money right here. I and my family want no trouble “ He tossed Bones a brown paper bag in a thick rectangular shape.
I of course had moved past bones, watching the girl hop in her white suv as two brown and white Sheriff police cars rolled up.
Stopping in front of our line of bikes.
“You called the heat?” Bones asked the Indian guy, reaching into his cut.
“They probably want Coffee and Doughnuts. Let’s roll” I said tucking away the package as we exited the store. The cops looking at our bikes.
“You guys normally stay up north. What brings you boys down here?” The officer a few shades darker then myself tipped his light brown cowboy hat forward and let his brown eyes peak from behind dark shades.
“Y’all got some nice women out here” I said taking one more look at the SUV girl as she pulled off.
“Most of them also got all they teeth down here. I haven’t had the pleasure yet. I’m Head Sheriff Eli Knox, this is who we call Officer Blue” He pointed to the lighter skinned guy at his right.
“Heard the old Sheriff quit” Bones added in a cocky chuckle.
“Yeah we’ll. It’s nice to meet you.” I said heading over towards the bikes as everyone else followed.
“Just don’t shit out here. We will get along just fine” He smiled, nodded and moved into the store.
“Who he think he is” Bones reached again and I quickly turned the bike over.
“Just a little cock swinging from the new sheriff. Let’s not get them more worked up” I said starting to pull off onto the highway.
“JJ we got all the packs” Bones shouted opening the club house front door.
The prospects and I followed behind. As I saw Jj standing by the bar with Fathead I waved a bit and circled past their manly embrace.
“Why don’t you lot wash the bikes” Jj told the prospects as I moved back towards the couches and the female hang around dancing on the pole.
Courtney Love was a mid thirties woman who had run into some problems and Jj helped her out. She danced nearly every night. Everyone threw her a bone once in a while but Bones was her favorite. I’d never been more then friendly with her.
“Hey Young Rocker!” She teased as I watched her twirl around the pole for a second before she stopped.
“Hey Love” I replied with as much nice I could muster.
“So I heard you didn’t give Katie a call?” She sat down hiding her nearly naked body behind a black Son’s robe.
“Your niece is way to young” I shot back with a laugh.
“So she thinks your hot”
“What’s she like 17?” I asked subconsciously thinking about that woman in the store earlier.
“She’ll be 18 in a month”
“Way to young. That’s just drama.”
“We’ll suit yourself “ She sauntered over to Bones who quickly gripped her up and tossed her onto the bar.
“Yuck” I mouthed, moving out to the garage.
Of course the two prospects were already hard at work spaying down all the bikes.
I watched for a while before my flip phone started to ring. Which made both the prospects turn. I ignored them and read the caller I’d. “Kay Sis”.
“What’s up?” I answer the phone, trying not to sound annoyed.
“We’ll that’s a crappy way to greet your younger sister. How’s up north treating you?” Her voice as usual was happy go lucky and bubbly.
“Same as always. What do you want?” He sighed, losing the battle against his annoyance.
“So I heard you had a run in with one of my classmates?”
“There’s no way that girls trying to be a cop!” I groaned.
“Yurps, Ellie seemed to have quite much to say about the dreaded biker” Kay laughed obnoxiously. “I didn’t spill the beans that your my older brother but I figured I’d let you know.”
“Her names Ellie”
“Yeah it’s a nickname for Elizabeth.”
“She is ….” She coughs a bit.
“Sexy as fuck. Yeah I know” Kay yawned loudly. “Everyone wants to bone her in our class. But bets are she’s gay. “
“So why you telling me this?” I continued to walk down the alley as two more members road past on their bikes.
“Cuz she’s going to be going to Serenity tonight and I figured you’d want to come”
“That’s downtown?”
“No shit Sherlock!”
“Can’t to much heat in the city.”
“Yeah if she jumps your bones there will be mad heat down here. By bro.”
As the phone clicked I watched Looney and Jasper enter the clubhouse, tossing the prospects their keys. Either way it was gonna be a long as night. Downtown was the Chophouse Mafia’s territory.
Don’t close your eyes
“Why... why are you here?” He managed to choke out. As the shadowy figure started slithering towards him, the room began to fill with incessant humming sounds.
He closed his eyes and kept thinking that he was imagining it all. But as he reopened his eyes, he was startled to find the glowing red eyes just five feet away from where he stood. At that moment, he was frozen with horror. “Move you idiot.” He whispered under his breath as he locked eyes with the figure. He closed his eyes once more in fear of finding out what the figure looked like.
He opened his eyes and found himself back in his room. “Phew! It was just a dream.” He thought. Just as he took a sigh a relief he heard a menacing laugh, followed by the sight of the walls of his room melting. The boy screamed in horror.
The scream became distant by the second and then there was only silence.
The dangerous veauty
She was a beauty, with a heart of stone I got addicted to her, and then she just disappeared. But here she is again, with no mercy for me. It’s like I’m her prisoner, never to be free of her. I chock on my words around, still has the same affect. This beauty is a danger, that everyone should run from. She’s not someone you want to screw over. Run... run while you can, because if she sees you, you’ll never be free
Lost time.
“Why... why are you here?” He managed to choke out. A bony hand merely pointed back at him, the face unseen and silent. “Me? But... but I’m not ready!” The hooded figure merely nodded, his grip tightening on his weapon. Sam looked at him in horror. It had finally caught up with him, his life. Now he was going out in a blaze of unglory, and he realised just how little he had truly tried in life. What he could have done instead, a million memories flashing through his head. He opened his mouth to scream but the fear had stopped all sound. The hooded figure swiped his weapon and Sam suddenly felt light, as all pressure had been wiped from his body. He looked back at Death as he floated, his soul suddenly disappearing from the world.
Weighted silence
“Why... why are you here?” He managed to choke out. The words dragged from the lips of a man finally dropping his facade, hanging in the stale air: naked and vulnerable. The monologue of bitter hatred fleeted away. Instead in that moment I saw him for what he was: a dying man. All I could do was hold his paper-thin hand in mine. “Because I forgive you.” The phrase coming from my own lips was foreign, but they carried unexpected truth. He dropped his head back onto the worn pillow and just looked at me. His gray eyes used to bring me so much fear and now looking into them all I saw was hurt. Silence covered us like a blanket. Nothing and everything was being said in the rhythm of our breaths. Until his rhythm ceased to exist while my hand was in his. I never got to say my monologue, but I gave my step-dad what he was unable to give me: comfort and love.