Graffiti wars

Chapter one

Dante's perspective:

My name is Dante Fray a distant member of the of the Bellston family. I am 17 years old and I work with a large mafia group, our main goal is to get rid of both families. This society does not deserve such awful leaders, this Is the only way can there can be peace, I am only trying to fix everything that has been ruined.

my group is called s***h 77 and we are currently attempting to infiltrate one of the main banks of the Redsmoke, with the money we will buy weapons from the Bellston's. it's not just any random weapon it's know as a billion blast blade, it is know as the largest and most powerful sword in existence, a 5 foot long sword of which contains a small machine g*n in the centre. it is the perfect weapon for all types of fighters as it is light, sharp, strong and good for long distance battles. This is a problem though as it may be the thing that leads to the victory of the Bellston's far sooner than expected, so if we have it in our position we have a lot mor time to stop the war and fix society.

All of a sudden a pale boy around my age and size appeared. I felt I have seen him before a few years ago. I remember he was vandalizing

on the highway, such a dangerous stunk and the art was not even that good. Right now he looks lost so I went up to him in attempting to get rid of him.

"What da heck are you doing here this isn't some place where regular people can just walk into uninvited." I stated. "Do you have any idea about who we are and how long it took for us to get in here."

I rolled up my sleeve to show my incredibly bruised arm as a way of saying he is not welcome but he didn't at all seem interested in what I had to say.

"yo do you happen to know where the Redsmoke estate is I have to talk to them it's quite important" he said whilst scratch his head in curiosity about what we are doing. "it's like really big with a massive pool of water surrounding it I forgot what those are called."

I ignored the last bit but as soon as I heard he had something to do with them I instantly brought my first out in attempting to land a blow but he doged it with ease. He seemed confused about it but came to the conclusion that I was not here to negotiate. out of nowhere he landed the same blow as I but it connected this time.

he smiled and laughed was he trying to mock me I thought to my self, I drew my knife and launched a chain of attacks of which he evaded every single one of them then returned them back to me but not with a knife but a dry paint brush.

Was this some sort of joke to him I mean not only was he mimicking me but with a harmless item. I continued my attack but it was no use he was just to fast. we jumped on to the roof of the building so that we would keep clear of the the money in a vault we were trying to get into but it didn't make a difference I still couldn't touch him but he still choose not to hurt me but soon he managed to get me to the edge of the building. as I clinged on to the side I began to salk, he smiled and laughed historically at me like was weak.

Rays perspective:

"That was a good fight," I told him as I pulled him back up. He looked like I had just taken all his dreams morals and dignity away from him. he told himself he was the strongest in existence but couldn't even beat some random guy with a paint brush. His name was Dante and was the leader of a group trying to end the feud between the families. he shared the same goal as me but choose to do it a more violent way.

he told me he did not wish to do this anymore as in the past year they have not achieved anything and have only made everything worse.

he called back all his men and told them to forget about this and there is no point any more. they where quite confusing but denied him in the end as they where doing this on there own accord.

he left the group soon after so I told him he could join me but declined it as he does not wish to have anything to do with this anymore. He stated that he was interested in what I just did and wanted me to show him how my way of fighting.

"I myself once was an artist myself but never thought to use it as a way of beating a foe"

"it is not a way of harming anyone but instead a way of destroying someone's beliefs If it may cause more harm than good"

"I commend you"

he left with the slightest bit of dignity and honour, I felt bad for him but there is no time to get distracted I still have something I need to do.

Aww no I forgot to ask where the estate is.

it's too late now I'm already halfway across the country I'm probably no where near it now.

Suddenly a short kid with grey hair and a white hood ran past me almost knocking me over. He was holding a can of paint as he ran into an alley way.

To be continued...