Like I said before, I needed some things before I could fight the Inferno Dragons. One of them was a disguise. I decided to start off with the hardest item first.
In order to get gang “uniforms”, you generally have to be within the gang. This means going through the rituals and possibly either humiliating yourself or putting yourself in harm’s way. It’s especially….challenging for females. For probably obvious reasons, I didn’t want to bother with any of that crap. However, this meant I needed to do a covert operation much like the one I did before. I didn’t have a new bat yet, but I had to wait until next paycheck in order to buy one. I figured that Parkour and Street Gymnastics would surely help me get the disguise.
Well, it was a lot more complicated than that. Blame the Blood Princes.
I was surveying the area via rooftops when I noticed that burning smell once more. Instinctively I followed the smell, hoping to save some unfortunate civilians caught in a fire. Another building fire blazed out of control, but this one felt different. A bad feeling washed over me as my eyes gazed into the flames. Something was not right about this place. However, I had to act right then and there if I wanted to help anyone. So I ignored the feeling and climbed into the building via a window. I burnt my hands in the process. I helped some little kids exit the building safely out to where the authorities and their parents were. When it appeared the building was vacated, I lightly smiled and turned towards the open window.
Suddenly something clubbed me upside the head. I blacked out.
When I woke up, I was surrounded by the Blood Princes. My hands were cuffed against a pole. I lightly struggled against my restraints to no avail. I had no weapon; even if I did bring a bat, it probably would’ve been confiscated.
I was in shit creek without a paddle.
The leader of the Blood Princes walked over with a sharp knife in his hand and a makeshift crown on his head. He had the hands of a fighter and the eyes of a scorned man. My breathing became erratic as I glared at him with my black eyes. He chuckled at me before he punched me across the face.
“So this is the Panda Bitch everyone’s been rambling about. Don’t look so tough without your bat, eh?”
The sleazeball coped a feel as he observed my physical build.
“Skinny….paler than a ghost….how the fuck did a runt like you beat my thugs?”
“This runt has a brain.”
“And a name.”
“A name I’m not gonna give ya.”
“Even when threatened with death?”
“You won’t gain shit by killing me.”
He growled under his breath. “Clever bitch.” The knife thrust into my shoulder. A sharp pain ran through my body as the blood leaked from it. I didn’t even flinch, and the boss didn’t like that very much. This was probably the kind of guy that liked to hear his victims scream. I wasn’t giving him the satisfaction of seeing me in visible pain. I noticed my body felt bruised and battered. They were probably beating on me while I was unconscious.
“So little lamb, are you gonna tell me what I wanna know?”
“Sorry, I don’t date gangsters.”
That earned me another punch across the face and a kick to the gut. Still I sat on the ground as I stared at my captor.
“You were hired by the Inferno Dragons. Why?”
Wait what? That part confused me. I raised an eyebrow at the leader. My confusion only infuriated him further.
“You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout bitch! What are you planning?!”
“I think you got the wrong information, because I ain’t planning shit. Well, that’s not quite accurate. It’s more like I’m not doing shit for those Infernal Dragons.”
“Don’t bullshit me!”
“I’m not. I don’t fight for gangs; I fight for the people.”
“You know, the ones you terrorize with your crimes. Civilians.”
Mumbling occurred among the gangsters. The Blood Princes were discussing the authenticity of my statement. For some reason, they were convinced that I was working for the Inferno Dragons. I sighed impatiently as I spoke once more.
“Look, I’m a vigilante, not a mercenary. I myself am trying to take down the Inferno Dragons. Now I don’t know what the fuck they’ve done to you or what the fuck they’re planning, but they are destroying people’s homes and injuring dozens of civilians. If I don’t do something to stop this, then who the fuck will? You? You guys are more likely to cause more bullshit with an all-out war.”
It was true. Gang wars only escalated the problem; they didn’t stop it. All eyes were on the leader as he was forced to give a response. His response would determine my fate. If he thought I was lying, I would probably be subject to more torture or possibly death. If he thought I was telling the truth, there was a chance that I could make it out of this encounter alive. My heart pounded furiously as I awaited his verdict. His hazel eyes gazed intensely into mine. Neither of us broke eye contact; we didn’t even blink. After a long silence, he put the knife away and answered.
“A’ight, so you’re not bullshitting us. However, I don’t trust you either.”
“Good, ’cause it might be your head next if you decide to hurt innocent people just like what these pyromaniacs are doing.”
“Normally I wouldn’t give a fuck about what some other assholes are doing, but they’ve been in our turf. They’ve also been in other gangs’ turf. They’re burning everything to the ground.”
“So they’ve been targeting your turf?”
“Yeah. These fuckers destroyed our base, killed several of our members, and they burned down my apartment. We heard word that you were around for all of the fires, so we th–“
“So you came to the conclusion that I was some kind of mercenary for the Inferno Dragons that could be bought off or stopped. If any of you had actually been there, then you would’ve known that I was in those buildings saving people’s lives.”
Another moment of silence happened. This moment was then broken by the leader’s laughter.
“Let Wonder Woman here go. Let her keep thinking she can save the world with a pipe.”
“Oh my bad, a bat.” His words oozed with sarcasm as the cuffs were removed. “Mark my words though: if you cross paths with us again, you’re going to regret it.”
“If you grope my breasts again, you’re going to regret it.”
“You don’t even have a rack.”
“I do, and I don’t appreciate creeps like you touching it.”
I bolted away before he could open his mouth. I had a feeling if I heard the response, I would’ve probably pounced on him. The Blood Princes were not my concern, but it was interesting to know that the Inferno Dragons were making enemies out of everyone. Just what do they hope to accomplish?