The Hellfire's: The Rise, The Glory and The Fall of Lucifer.

[Luther828]

This is my new fan fic. It is about my fictional gang, The Hellfire's. But more specifically about their troubled leader, Lucifer.
I'm doing it in Three Books: The Rise, The Glory and The Fall
This is Book 1
Hope you enjoy it and all comments are welcome, positive or negative.

BOOK 1: THE RISE

Chapter 1: Danger on the Streets

The streets of Hell’s Kitchen reeked with the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Blood stained roads glistened in the moonlight. The cold, windy air swept Matt’s long, black, curly hair from his face. He and his older brother, Luther, were going to their local grocery shop to buy milk and bread for the next morning. They laughed together at an insulting joke Luther said about the fat, bald shop owner. He gave the young boys a dirty look as they entered his shop; assuming they were no good. “ I’m watching you boys,” whispered the shopkeeper, " I know your type, thieving, violent scumbags”. The boys ignored the old babbling fool and carried on looking for the groceries they needed. Luther grabbed the milk and Matt grabbed the bread. As they approached the counter, Matt counted the money they brought. They had $2.50. He then looked at the sticky labels that were stuck onto the groceries. It came to $3. Realising they didn’t have the sufficient money needed for the items, he tried to get Luther’s attention. It didn’t work. His elder brother placed the items in front of the large man; waiting impatiently as he struggled moving himself towards the ancient till. His chubby sausage fingers prodded hardly on the slightly broken keys; another task that took the old man a while.
“ $3 please,”
“ Matt, give me the money,” ordered Luther.
“ Uh…Luth-“
“ Before Christmas, Matt,” He checked that he had counted the money right. Unfortunately, he had.
“Um…Luther, we ain’t got enough money,”
“ But we’ve gotta get this stuff, man, Mum’s counting on us,”
“ We’ll just go back and get some more money,”
“ You know we can’t do that, we’ll be out on the streets after twelve. You know who comes out after twelve?”
“ Josiah’s Army,”
“ Exactly,” The two frightened boys looked at each other, then looked at the groceries, then the shopkeeper. Luther grabbed the groceries and sprinted out the shop. Matt took one look at the shopkeeper’s angry expression and followed his brother. The shopkeeper tried to get up, but just couldn’t. His weight was keeping him down.

Luther looked round the corner from which they had come, trying to see if the shopkeeper was chasing them. After establishing that he and his brother had got away, he turned in the direction of their house. The brother’s started to walk in a fast pace, paranoid about the danger that could lie ahead. After five minutes, it seemed as though the boys had enough time to get home. But, suddenly, as they were about to turn into their road, they heard that terrifying sound.. The shouts of angry men, the shrieks of scared women and the shattering of glass. The boys waited till the army marched past to go. When the path was clear, they sprinted round the corner, not expecting what horrific sight, which would haunt them forever.

Chapter 2: Perished Parents

Matt felt a large lump in his throat. His family’s home was alight with flames. They danced around him, taunting and taunting. Tears welled up in his eyes. He was young, but he knew that when a fire this big happened, people would perish. And those people were his parents.

Large arms wrapped around him. “ There, there. Come on, let’s get you in the warm,” He didn’t even bother to look up to where the comforting voice was coming from. It was their neighbour, Doreen. She was a lovely old woman that had always had a soft side for the boys. Ever since they moved in five years ago, she had been looking out for them, making sure they didn’t get into any gangs or violence. “ I’ve called the fire brigade and they are on their way,” she added.
“ Did you see who did it?” asked Matt
“ Who’d ya think, Matt? It was Josiah’s Army. Who else goes around setting fire to people’s houses?” Luther said.
“ But why?”
“ Your father told them to stop making noise as everybody was trying to get to sleep. They didn’t react very well,” explained Doreen.
“ Are they definitely dead?” questioned Matt again.
“ I should think so. If they survived, then they are two very special people,” said Doreen. Matt thought of why that gang would ruin his life just because they enjoy killing people. And for a moment, his grievance was pushed inside, replaced by the feeling of anger and the feeling of revenge.

[The Jewish Juggernaut]

I like it 
The Hellfires are going to be a focal point of my next story in the comp (I hope that is still okay)
And you have just given me a new weapon- Arsson or as I'll put it- Purification by Fire
HAHAHAHAHA
SALAM brother- and once again I like it 8)

[Luther828]

Chapter 3: Matt’s Descent into Darkness

Matt sat on their neighbour’s couch, thinking about why God had done this to him. He hadn’t done anything wrong. Even if he had, it was for a good reason.   He punished himself for even thinking wrongly about God. His parents had always brought him up to respect God’s laws, and to never question God’s motives. But, he couldn’t help himself from doing so. “Why had God taken two great people from this Earth?” “Why had he punished him for no good reason?“Matt had many questions to ask of this mighty God, but none were ever answered. “How many nights had he kept himself up for five extra minutes to pray?” “To pray for this mighty God?” “No”, he thought. He couldn’t question God. “Never again,” But once more he found himself diving deeper into his mind, asking more and more questions. 

He started to find himself resenting God. “How could someone so great make someone so miserable?” The more and more he thought about it, more and more of what he thought were realities came to him. “ God made that fire. God killed my parents,”

Luther walked into the room and sat by his brother. He sensed something was wrong just by his body language. “Hey, Matt. You ok?” he asked
“No,”
“ I’m sad too, man, but you can’t let it get to you. I’m sure mum and dad are in a better place,”
“ Hah! Better place? God ain’t what you think he is Luther. I hate to say it but mum and dad were wrong. He took their lives…for no reason,”
“ Shut up! There is a God! What did mum and dad tell you? To never question God’s motives. So that’s what you’re gonna do!”
“ No, Luther! I’m not gonna follow something that isn’t right! God had no motives!”
“ Get out!”
“ Fine, I will!” Matt stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

After walking for half-an-hour in no particular direction, the thought that he made the wrong choice dawned on him. An hour had passed and he still hadn’t found anywhere to stay. He tried friends’ houses, he tried to persuade any shopkeepers to let him in their houses' and he even tried to sneak into motels.

It was now twelve ‘o’ clock. Matt hadn’t found anywhere decent to stay and Josiah’s Army were coming out to cause trouble. He panicked. If he didn’t get to somewhere fast, he was in danger.

There was a very old, torn mattress lying in a back alley. It was extremely dirty, and when Matt approached it, he gagged. But, even though it had many flaws, Matt felt himself being attracted to sleeping there. He threw himself onto it. Many broken springs dug into his back, making him yelp. It was not a perfect place for many to sleep, but to Matt, it was just right. And he didn’t know why.

Matt stared at his parents inside the ring of fire. God stood at the side, laughing. The fire was getting closer to them. Closer and closer. They called for him to help, but every time he tried to get near, the fire would throw him back. Satan appeared from nowhere and stood at the other end, gesturing for Matt to come over to him. His parents shook their heads, telling him not to go. But, still he did. Satan embraced him and turned the fire on God instead. His parents were saved.

Chapter 4: Lucifer Comes Out to Play

Matt woke up with a startle. He looked around him, thinking that his parents and Satan were still there. But they weren’t, it was a dream. It was the middle of the night and the stench of urine and vomit was heavier than ever. In a dark corner of the alleyway, a drunken man was urinating. He was humming along to Led Zeppelin’s Immigrant Song; very badly. There was a wad of cash in his trousers back pocket, ready to be taken. Matt saw an opportunity and took it. He crept up to the man, trying not to make a sound. While zipping up his flies, the man turned round to see if anybody was watching him vandalize the alley wall. Matt quickly crouched down and chopped the back of the man’s legs. He stumbled over, catching himself in his flies. Matt knew that the man was hurt enough for him to steal the money, but he found himself wanting to hurt him more. His boot came crashing down on the man’s head, breaking a nose. The man’s head was smashed and smashed on the concrete floor, blood spewing out. All Matt’s aggression towards Josiah’s Army came at that moment. His mouth started frothing, his pupils became smaller and he had a large, twisted smile on his face.

Matt had the exact same dream every day for the next week; and it always had the same outcome. The colourful fire entranced Matt. The way it twirled and danced, the way it crackled and hissed.  He also admired the relationship Satan had with it. The way he could use it as a weapon, the way he used it to kill the person that ruined his life.

During the day, Matt would use the money he stole to buy books on Satan. He was so eager to learn more.  After spending $50 on 10 books, and reading them all, Matt knew everything he needed to know about Satan and how to worship him.

He didn’t really like his name, Matthew, it was too biblical. In his books, it said Satan was also known as Lucifer. It was suitable, it was mean and it was completely opposite from his last one.

Lucifer was his new name, and getting revenge on Josiah’s Army was his game.

[Luther828]

This is a short chapter but is quite an important part of the story.

Chapter 5: Crazy

TEN YEARS LATER

Lucifer sat on the crystal white floor, rocking. The four walls that surrounded him were closing in.. “God killed them. He is the enemy. Satan tried to help. He is the ally,” The four walls were moving in closer, trapping him. “ They…they work for him. Josiah and his Army. Fire…fire was their weapon,” He rocked faster. His chanting became slurred mumbles.  “ Fire. Fire. Fire! Fire! Fire! FIRE!! FIRE!! FI-“ A door opened and men in white coats came rushing in. They smothered him, trying to calm him down. But he wouldn’t stop, the sight of his house that dreadful day ten years ago filled his delicate mind. “ FIRE!!! FIRE!!! FIRE!!!”
“ Come on Matt, calm down!” shouted one of the men.
“ FIRE!!! FIRE!!! FIRE!!! FIRE!!!”
“ Please! Come on, we can help you if you just please co-operate!”
“ God killed them! God killed them! God killed them!” Lucifer’s sight began to blur, his knees buckled and his mind went black. The men lifted him onto his small bed and covered him with his quilt.

This was routine for Lucifer, every day he had outbursts like that. He could not escape from his grief. It was like a monster that had taken control of him. A monster that had possessed his soul. Tomorrow was visiting day, and Luther was coming to help save him from that monster.

[ajax the warrior]

Great fan fic mate im really enjoying it good work cant wait for the next chapter.

[Luther828]

Chapter 6: Breakout

Luther and 5 of The Rogues stormed through the corridors of the local mental hospital, looking for room 666.  He hadn’t seen his brother since the day they had the argument about God ten years ago. His views had now changed and God wasn’t a part of his life anymore, nor was Satan or any other thing that people worshipped. The doctor’s were the ones who told him about the state of his brother. Apparently, he was the only one that could help.

Lucifer heard his brother’s recognizable voice and smiled. His request had been answered. “ Luther, I’ve been expecting you,” Lucifer said, exactly at the time the men barged into the room.
“ Lucifer. Nice to see you again,”
“ How’s the revenge quest going?”
“ Not too well; they’re too strong,”
“ I guess you’ve come for my help then,”
“ No, I’ve come to help you,”
“ Be honest!”
“ Well, I partly came for my help. But, I mostly came to help you,” The doctor stood at the side of the two men, astonished,
“ How…How…How did you get him to speak to you?” he asked
“ Cause he’s the only one I trust,” Lucifer answered, without taking his eyes off of Luther.
“ Get out, all of you. I wanna talk to my bro alone,” Luther told his gang and the doctor. They didn’t argue and shuffled out the room obediently.


“ Come to your senses, man. I know you’re upset with God, but I’m cool with that now. I don’t even care if you’re a worshipper of Satan!”
“ Ya’ promise?”
“Of course. Do you remember what you vowed to do all those years ago, Matt. Huh? You vowed to get revenge for our parents, who we both loved so much. Now, sitting in this small room, mumbling about how much you hate God, is not gonna get you that revenge you want so badly. You have to get off you’re a*s and fight for it. That’s what I’ve done, and look what I’ve achieved. Ya’ see those men out there; they’re all under my control, in my gang. They are willing to risk their lives for my cause. But they’re not all of ‘em; there’s over 50.  That’s still not enough. I can get you men, I can get you weapons and I can help you learn to fight. So, please Lucifer. Help me avenge our beloved parents, or die trying,” Luther’s eyes began to fill with tears. He hadn’t ever said anything that emotional. Lucifer looked down at himself in his straight jacket and thought about what his brother had said to him.
“ Alright, I’ll do it. But I’m getting the men. I know the best place,”
“ Good. Now let’s get you out of here,”

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Chapter 7: Ready and Willing to Fight

The elevator of Lucifer’s Satan Worship Group’s church coughed into action. It made a very loud noise as it fell down and down into the dark, cramped hall. 50 large men awaited their arrival. Luther was used to scary situations but even this frightened him. The walls were decorated with graphic paintings of Hell, God being killed and the Devil standing in triumph. But one particular caught his eye. The people in the painting were very close to Luther’s heart. His parents. It showed them being killed by God and the Devil trying to help, the sort of images that Luther knew were in his brother’s mind. Lucifer had painted them.

“ My fellow worshipper’s of Satan join me. Join my brother and me in our quest to avenge my parents, whom our enemy, God, killed. Josiah is the assassin, the assassin who works for him. And he will be punished. Punished by us, punished by Satan!” Lucifer said. Luther, hearing these words, felt fear for his brother.  Fear of what his brother is becoming. He was also astonished, astonished that his brother, without schooling, could talk so well.
“ My siblings, I know you are strong. I know you are able to fight. And I know that you are willing to fight for this great cause. So, if you are with me, shout!”
“We are with you!”
“ Show me you are with me!”
“ We are with you!”
“ We are with you!”
“We are with you!”
“ Come my siblings. Follow me to destiny!”

Lucifer led the men out of the old abandoned cinema that was their church. Luther followed behind them, completely astounded at the speech that his brother had just made. Lucifer told them to go home then meet him back at their Church in two days, while he and Luther got everything else sorted out

Chapter 8: The Hellfire's Rise From the Ashes

Lucifer had no trouble in choosing a name for his gang. From the moment the idea of a gang came up, The Hellfire’s was in his mind. He looked at the drawings on their table, the skull and flames as the patch and the un-finished one of their colours. It pleased him to see his imagination come to life.

After finishing them, Lucifer gave the drawings to Luther, who was going to take them to the local gang patch and cloth maker. Beau Twinkle was a former prostitute. She was 60 years old with died bleach blonde hair, smudged make-up, revealing clothes and a cigarette in her mouth. The Rogues colours had been made by her, and so had every other gang’s colours in Manhattan.

“ Beau!”
“ Luther? Oh my God! Hey, baby, how are ya’?”
“ Not bad, not bad,”
“ What d’ya need doing, dollface? Ya’ joined another gang?”
“ Nah, it’s for my brother. He’s getting himself a gang,”
“ Already? You said he’s only 20. That’s a bit young!”
“ He’s ready, trust me,”
“ Well, I shouldn’t be butting in anyway. Give me the design and I’ll make something beautiful,” Luther passed over Lucifer’s drawings. There was two different outfits, one for him and the other for all his soldiers.
“ Oh, how many do you need?”
“ 50 of the second design, 1 of the first,”
“ That’s gonna cost ya’”
“ Even for me? Come on Beau, you can do mine for free,”
“ Alright… but just this once. Come over and give your Auntie Beau a big kiss!” Luther bent over hesitantly and tried to give Beau a little peck on the cheek. But she grabbed his head and stuffed her old, bitter tasting tongue down his throat, making him gag.

TWO DAYS LATER

The 50 Hellfire soldiers were standing around, drinking, as Lucifer walked in wearing his new Hellfire’s colours. His uniform consisted of long black, baggy trousers with a flame design running down the side, black boots with a flame design on them, a long sleeved black shirt with flames on the sleeves, a black belt with flames on and a skull buckle, a black headband with flames on it, dog-tags with the patch, name and rank and finally, his Hellfire’s sleeveless black leather jacket that had the patch on the back and flames running along the bottom. This uniform really showed his obsession with fire. An obsession that has haunted him since his parents died.

Luther then gave everyone else their own uniforms; which were a bit different. They could wear any shirt, trousers, belt or boots they wanted but had to wear the jacket and dog tags. They also wore a flame bandana instead of headband.

Lucifer then picked out his two lieutenants. They were his two best friends and the two that he knew were very heavy, Jimmy and Luke. These names were not what Lucifer wanted, so he changed them, to Inferno and Blaze.

“ Men, we are nearly complete. All we need now is artillery and transport. Once we are ready, we will attack Josiah and his Army alongside our brother’s, The Rogues. We will win! We will fulfill our destiny! We will defeat God! And we will avenge my parents!!!”

[Luther828]

Chapter 9: Getting the Goods

The Hellfire’s stood in the shadows surrounding the entrance of the camouflaged weapon shop. Lucifer stood at the front of the army with Inferno and Blaze, getting ready to ambush. They were without Luther, as they wanted to test themselves as a gang.

A young Japanese junkie named Kamikaze Alan, by the local gang members, ran the weapon shop. He lives with his parents who had come to New York in the 60’s, illegally. The garage at the end of their house was the setting for the shop, and was a very good disguise.

Luther had told Lucifer the secret knock that was known to Alan’s trusted customers. Lucifer counted backwards from five, then knocked. “Da,do,da,da…do,da,”
“ Who is there?” Lucifer then told Alan Luther’s secret nickname.
“ Crazy Horse,”
“ You may enter,” The metal door that had a Josiah’s Army burner on it started to open up from the bottom so The Hellfire’s put up their guards and got ready. The door fully opened and there stood skinny Kamikaze Alan, totally out of his head.
“ Wah? You no Luther! Oh s**t!” Alan grabbed on of his knives and swung it at Lucifer. He dodged out the way then punched Alan on the nose. He lifted his knee up to Alan’s ribs and kicked him, making Alan kneel on the floor. Lucifer then elbowed the poor man on the neck, knocking him out.

He told each of his men to grab 1 knife, 1 switchblade and  2 sets of brass knuckles, one for each hand, for themselves and lots of other weapons for the use of the whole gang. He then grabbed the same weapons himself. “ Men, we are now armed. I don’t want you to lose any of your weapons. If you do, you will have to buy another one with your own money. Now, we get transport. I want us to be unique. I don’t want to travel by train; I want to travel by motorbike. And that’s what we’re going to do. There is a Harley Davidson dealer near our Church. We’re gonna steal 50 of em, then get our artist, Steve, to do a little bit of work on em. Are you ready to do that?”
“ Yeah!”
“Alrighty then. Steve, lay a little something over that Josiah’s Army burner will ya’? Then you can go on over to the Church, we can handle this on our own,”
“ Uh… Boss, I don’t know what any of our tags are,”
“ For now just write Hellfire’s over it. That’ll be our snuff,”
“ Alright Boss. See ya’ later,” Lucifer walked off into the distance, signaling for his men to follow.

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Chapter 10: First Encounter with the Pigs

Lucifer pressed his face against the glass of the Harley Davidson retailer, eyeing up the beautiful bikes that lay in the dark showroom. One in particular caught his eye; the FLHRC Road King Classic. With its leather wrapped saddlebags, its tooled leather seat, the laced wheels, wider tyres with white walls, detachable windshield and the air adjustable rear suspension, this bike was the pinnacle. And it could be his. He knew that this was going to be difficult and he knew that somehow, they were going to get involved with the cops.  Luckily, there were more bikes outside the store. This meant that every man was going to get a bike, and that it was going to be a bit easier.

Every man was able to get their selves a bike; except Lucifer. The FLHRC Road King Classic was highly defended. When he looked around and saw that every man had mounted himself onto a bike, his common sense came flooding back to him. “You can’t just drive away. What about keys? What about fuel?” He decided to send his biker expert, Hubert, in to get the keys while he went to get fuel from the gas station. His men had to hand over $10 dollars of their money each, coming to a total of $490 dollars. This was enough to pay for the fuel.
“ What d’ya want me to get for you again, boss?” asked Hubert, in his very low and gravelly voice.
“ The keys to everyone’s bikes and get me the Road King Classic,”
“ Uh…What about Steve? He ain’t got a bike,”
“ I knew there was 50 of you monkeys before,”
“ So….”
“ Forget about him, he’s small. Tiny, you can give him a ride,”
“ Wha…” mumbled Tiny
“ Don’t worry ya big idiot,”
“ One more little thing, Boss..”
“ What now, Hubert!”
“ How’d we get in?”
“ Good question,” Lucifer thought for a minute, “ I’m not sure,”
“ What are we gonna do then?”
“ Make something up!”
“ Lucifer? Lucifer? Lucifer?” Hubert’s voice trailed off as Lucifer sprinted to the gas station.

Getting away from his gang gave Lucifer a little time to think. He realized that he had become more like Luther after reuniting with him and his fellow Satan’s churchgoers. The way he spoke to his friends, ordering them about, it just didn’t feel like him. He always loved his friends, and spoke to them as equals. But now, as the feeling of revenge is getting stronger and stronger, he dismissed his friendship.

The whining police sirens were a common sound in this area. If they were quiet, you are safe. If they were loud, you aren’t safe. It meant that crime was near. That is something his father told him all those years ago.

The sirens were getting louder and louder. This meant trouble. Two thoughts came to his head: “Josiah’s Army” and “Hellfire’s in trouble”. He backed himself up against the wall as the cop car passed. The little cart holding the fuel beakers, which he had found in an old skip, dropped on the floor making a loud noise. He threw the beakers out of the cart and hid them in a bush, putting the cart next to it. Not bothering to make sure if the beakers were shut properly, Lucifer sprinted after the cop car. He tripped over his scrawny legs when trying to turn quickly round a sharp bend. A sharp pain entered his now swollen knee. This was not going to stop him. He dusted himself down and kept on following the twirling, colourful lights, a little more slowly this time. When the lights twirled no more, he realized the cop car had come to a stop. He sprinted as fast as he could down the dangerous, crooked, pavement. And, when he finally reached his destination, his second of his two thoughts was happening. “Hellfire’s in trouble,’

Hubert had set off the alarm; just what Lucifer had expected. 5 cops piled out of the car. “ Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! You think that….1….2….3…..4…..5 of you can take on 50 of Satan’s heaviest followers? What have the pigs come to these days…they’ll employ anyway that can use a nightstick,” Lucifer said.
“ Oh don’t worry, slimeball, they’ll be more of us coming. This city’s cracking down on gangs. You ain’t gonna get away with it no more!” replied a cop. Lucifer grabbed his newly equipped bowie knife and signalled for his men to get theirs. Blaze and Inferno stood at either side of Lucifer, giving the cops extremely dirty looks.  The 5 policemen stumbled backwards, not expecting a normal street gang to have this sort of artillery. The Hellfire’s approached them menacingly. With their knives sharp and their souls evil, this group of men were very, very intimidating. The cops went white and tried to get back in their car. Twirling lights and moaning sirens meant that re-enforcements had arrived. How many? They did not know.

The van that came speeding down the road towards the men was a very large one. Fear crept into Lucifer; maybe the pigs really were cracking down on gangs. 
The Hellfire’s froze. And when they saw 10-armed policemen rush out the vehicle, their hearts skipped a beat. You may think this is weird for gang members, but in true fact The Hellfire’s were not very experienced at all in combat. Luicfer screamed and charged at the policeman that was standing in front of the group. The policeman raised his nightstick and tried to whack it round Lucifer’s head. Lucifer swerved to the right, barely missing the black blur as it flew past him. His brass knuckles connected with the fat copper’s chubby cheek. The pig (literally) fell at the floor from the power of the blow, holding his cheek. Lucifer felt the same anger that he felt the day he killed that poor drunk man that was urinating in the corner of that alleyway ten years ago.  His mouth frothed and his eyes thinned. The knife he was holding plunged into the poor man’s chest. Again and again and again. His eyes glazed over and his heart stopped beating. Dead. Lucifer dipped the blade into his victim’s blood, licked it then wiped it into his long, black curly hair (which has not changed in ten years). His liking of violence was now becoming a killing addiction. The Hellfire’s then followed their leader into battle, viciously, brutally attacking the cops.

Fighting was not Hubert’s favourite thing. . He went to see if there was anything interesting in the dull street that surrounded the fighting men. On the other side of the large police van he found a very petit woman, cowering behind a wheel. “ Hey, guys, look what I’ve found. A b***h!” Nobody listened to him. Well, thinking about it, nobody ever did. This was the first time the thought actually pleased him. He grabbed her navy blue skirt and lifted it up. “ Come on baby, I’m not that bad,”
“ Get off me,” But Hubert wouldn’t stop.
“ Give me some! I’m desperate!” The woman fumbled desperately in her pockets, trying to find her pepper spray. Realising that he wasn’t going to get what he wanted, Hubert curled his fat hand into a fist. “ No, you don’t big boy,” said Lucifer, grabbing Hubert round the shoulders.
“ Come on, Lucifer. I really need some,”
“ No! Now go down the road and get the gas. It’s in the rose bush. You’ll find it,”
“ Ahhhhh s**t! I’m never gonna get any,” He walked off kicking the floor, mumbling curses under his stinky breath.

Lucifer looked this pretty girl in the face, feeling something towards her. She was very attractive. Long blonde hair, a pretty face, and big breasts. Just his type.
“ D’ya wanna come back to my flat?” he asked. And the lady, knowing that she wasn’t going to get away, replied, “ Yes,”

“ Gentlemen! We now have all that we need for our gang. When we get back, these beautiful bikes will be done-up the Hellfire way. And so will our new hangout….the church. After that, we concentrate on our fighting abilities and wasting Josiah’s Army!!!!”

I'm sorry if my knowledge of Harley Davidson bikes is wrong. I just looked on a website and that is what it told me. Not very good with me bikes.
And i'm sorry that this and chapter 9 have not been as good. I wanted to describe the gang coming 2gether but I'm not very good at writing stuff like that.

Also, can people please comment. Good or bad, both matter. I've been workin hard on this.
Thnx

[danny06]

thats good luther828 im likin it

[Luther828]

Thank you for the nice comment and at least commenting at all
THe next chapters will be up soon.

[Luther828]

Chapter 11: Lucifer Falls for a Pig

Lucifer stood at the bottom of the stairs to his block of flats flat, waving goodbye to the lady named Star. Last night, Lucifer had fallen for someone that he definitely shouldn’t have fallen for. A pig.

Everything about her mesmerized him. The way she walked and the way she talked. But, sadly, he knew that he would probably never see her again. She was a cop and he was a gang member. It just didn’t go.

A scout from Josiah’s Army stood in the alleyway that ran down the side of the tall building. He saw the tear that rolled from Lucifer’s cheek and knew that he has found a way that his gang could hurt The Hellfire’s.

He was given a job by Josiah to keep an eye on their rival gang’s every development. Josiah was scared….very scared. That is why it was so important that he got this right; the future of Josiah’s Army depended on it.

Chapter 12: Josiah's Plan

Josiah sat in a rather large black chair, surrounded by 4 big, muscley men. “ Scout, do you have any information?” he asked.
“ Yes I do,” replied The Scout. An awkward silence fell.
“…..Well…..”
“ Oh, right. They’re fully together now, but I’m not impressed,” The Scout was trying to make his boss feel more confident about this current threat. But however much he tried; his boss was still scared.
“ Good. Do you have any ideas?” The time had come for The Scout to show off his master plan. He was finally going to get the praise that he deserved.
“ Well, it seems that their leader, Lucifer, has fallen for a certain lady. If we can get to her… we get to him,” More silence, making The Scout feel extremely uncomfortable. Finally, one of the men spoke. “ Hey, boss, I got an idea,”
“ Yes…”
“ We could kidnap the lady and keep her as hostage,”
“ Great idea! I’ll make sure you get a bigger cut out of the next load of drug money that comes our way,”
“ Thanks, boss!” The Scout’s jaw dropped. That idea was exactly what he said!
“ Scout, where do we find her?” Josiah asked again.
“ I followed her back to her house. It’s just down the road,”
“ Excellent, excellent. The Hellfire’s are going to be ash by the end of the week! Ha ha ha ha ha !!!!” The 4 men and the scout looked at each other with confused looks on their faces.  After a while, they decided to laugh with their leader, knowing it was probably the best thing to do.

[warrior9721]

Awesome Fan fiction story, man. Keep up the terrirfic work! If ur gonna' be in the next fan fic comp, i can't wait to read ur storries! 

[Luther828]

Chapter 13: Star Kidnapped

Star lent against a street lamp, smoking. She wiped her eyes, trying to get off the smudged black make-up that surrounded them. The Police had sacked her. Apparently for ‘not helping other members of the police force in dangerous situations.’ That wasn’t the actual cause. Her boss hated her and had wanted a reason to sack her for ages; and this was that reason. “ What am I going to do now?” she thought, “ I don’t know how to do anything else except this. Maybe I should have taken that guys offer to stay with him. Gang-members have money and can get money easily. Shelter, food. I could’a got all o’ that if I had just give him something nice every night.” She took her last puff of her fag and stumped it on the floor, getting ready to go home and get some sleep.

Two thick, hairy arms wrapped around her neck. A muddy black glove covered her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe. He wouldn’t let go. Everything went blurry. The flickering light from the street-lamp disappeared and her mind went blank.

She woke to a small room filled with sweaty, macho men. Every one of them oozing with testosterone. Her hearing hadn’t fully come back yet but she could make out a few words. “ What’r we gonna do with her boss?”
“ Leave her and wait for the love-sick puppy to come and be her knight in shining armour,”
“ How’d ya’ know that he’s gonna even bother to rescue her? They only spent one night together,”
“ The Scout knows. And I trust that man with my life,”
“ How’d you know if we can beat ‘em. From what I’ve heard they look good,”
“ But from what I’ve heard they’re p*****s. And if I say that they’re p*****s…they’re pussies. Got it?”
“ Yes, Josiah,”
“ Good…now let’s leave this w***e alone and go get our man,”

When she heard the door close and the men shuffle out, Star found the bravery to open her eyes. Many thoughts rushed through her head. "Who were the men?" "Who's their man?" "What have I got to do with it?" And most importantly, "What the f**k is going on?"

[warrior9721]

Dude, You've taken this story a long way, It's absolutly terrific. Your hardwork is paying off, this kind of stuff your writing should be in a book or magizene!  Awesome job!!!!!!!