19 Hesd Show Them Whose Stupid (1/2)
As Charlie was entering the gangs headquarters Luke had already made his way through town to the closest bar.
Unbeknownst to Luke, Cage was following quietly behind him on his bike. His long auburn locks swept into a ponytail at his name, his slender frame was rather inconspicuous amidst the rag tag muscle men in the club. In spite of his statuesque height he found it rather easy to blend in. Even if he didnt, the insignia on his jacket alone would be enough to keep the others at bay.
Meanwhile Luke managed to sneak his way in the bar with the help of a fake ID he had managed to procure. Going against his better judgement ordered himself a drink. He needed to fit in to make it easier to gain intel on the three thugs that had invaded his home so many years ago.
His eyes swept the room while vivid memories of the night his father died danced before his eyes. If they were hear he would see them. If not, he would continue to look. He had time. It had already been over a year since that night. He was nothing if not patient.
Amidst the chatter and chaos of the room snippets of conversation began to make their way to his ears. They were talking about Hunters gang, the Foot Soldiers, and from the sound of it they were mocking him. His fingers curled around the glass as he fought to remain calm.
”Hey, did you hear. Some kid tried to get into Hunter's Crew. Is he stupid?”
”Yeah seems some people think they will take anyone”
”I heard he took a pretty good beating. Serves him right”
Luke had been biting his tongue the whole time. He had tried counting back, breathing techniques and everything he could think of to calm down. The problem was he was still irritated from his confrontation with Hunter.
Taking a long drink from his glass he downed it. Mistake number two for the evening. Then, pushing his chair from the table, he made his way to the mouthy drunkards two tables down. ”I'll show them who the stupid one is” he thought.
Tapping one of them on the shoulder, Luke cracked his neck as he glared down at them. He rolled his shoulders one after another trying to relieve some tension as he smirked and chimed in:
”So, some kid thought they were tough enough to join the Foot Soldiers huh?”
The men looked up at him, all three of them simultaneously, and laughed. Who was this kid, he couldn't be more than 5 foot tall and looked like the wind would knock him over. The older of the three looked over at him ”What's it to you? Writing a book?” he sneered.
Luke just shrugged and grinned. ”Nothing. I just imagine that kid couldn't be that tough is all” He laughed. He cocked his head to the side as though thinking of something. ”I also heard though, that the first guy who fought ended up dead. And the only reason he was beat is because he challenged the boss?” He tapped his chin lightly pretending to be though.
They took the bait.
”What do you know?” Thug A remarked, spitting at Lukes shoes. This was their first mistake.
”Yeah it's not like a puny little runt like you would have made it anyway” chimed in Thug B.
This was their second.
Luke was debating whether or not he would let them get to three when the last one at the table spoke up, his glass hitting the table abruptly as he stood.
”Look kid. You obviously are just blowing sh*t out of your ass. Why don't you leave now before you get hurt.”
If had just been the other two and he wasn't already so agitated Luke may have let them off. Unfortunately for them, he had some energy to burn. He had been pushed to his limit already with Hunter and domineering assh*le way and he was tired of being looked down on.
Lifting the other man's glass he downed the whiskey in it with a smirk. Thug A was about to swing at him when all of a sudden Luke dodged, glass in hand, and sent Thug B flying across after having smashed the glass into his face. In the meantime, Thug A and Thug C, who seemed to be the leader of the pack, stepped forward.