Author: leppalo PM
Jesse Durst is obsessed with "The Condemned" and their crimes against a corrupt government. So much, that he decides to revive it by creating "The Anarchists" and to challenge the new Governor through violent means. Rated T for Language and ViolenceRated: Fiction T - English - Crime/Suspense - Chapters: 5 - Words: 7,857 - Updated: 01-15-13 - Published: 10-12-11 - id: 2960443
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It was like the day of the incident with one exception. It was sunny, but still as gloomy. Michelle was on her knees, bawling her eyes out over her father's grave. She thought that maybe if she cried enough, the water will make her father grow out of the ground and blossom in front of her. She held a necklace in her hand that read "Dadd" on it. Never had having the chance or motivation to finish it, she layed her necklace on beside her father's grave. Gina could only watch as her daughter broke her heart into pieces.
"Lawrence... why?" she thought to herself.
The night couldn't have come any faster for them. It was as if the days sped up to try to make their lives a little easier. It didn't work. Gina was tucking her daughter into her bed. Neither of them knew how they were gonna sleep that night, but they thought they should try anyway.
"You are my sunshine," Gina started to sing.
"My only sunshine," Michelle sang. They were both singing now.
"You make me happy, when the skies are grey
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away."
Gina kissed her forehead and pulled the blankets up for her.
"Mommy?" Michelle asked.
Michelle started to tear up. Gina knew what question she was going to ask and she didn't like it.
"Why did Lawrence shoot daddy? Isn't he our friend?" As much as she anticipated it, she still had to think of a proper response to tell her. After all, Lawrence WAS her friend. Was...
"Friends wouldn't do that, darling," she said. There was a fire glowing in her eyes, yet she still was tearing up. "Lawrence is not our friend anymore..."
"But he said he was sorry." Gina couldn't think of an answer this time. "Why do you think he did that?"
"I don't know, Michelle."
"If it was anything I did, I want to tell him I'm sorry-"
"No... hush now, you didn't do anything wrong. This isn't your fault."
"But... if I hadn't come into the room..."
"No no no... it was never your fault." Michelle looked at her mommy. Neither of them did anything but cry. Michelle cried until her body couldn't take it anymore. She passed out on her bed gently.
Gina sat at the kitchen table alone. Her green tea failed to soothe her of her worries. She was tired, but her pondering thoughts kept her awake.
"Lawrence, why did you take my sunshine away?"
The doorbell rang. A nervous chill ran down her nerves, and she knew she was ready to defend herself. She kept a shotgun beside her front door, ever since that day. The same one Adam failed to fire. Gina took hold of the gun with both of her hands and peeked through the peephole. There were 3 men at her doorstep, two of them were teens and one of them was an older male in his 40's. They looked unarmed through the peephole, but that didn't stop her from holding the shotgun. She kept the chain lock on but unlocked the double lock. Gina opened the door partially.
"May we come in? We'd like to have a moment with you."
"Who are you?" The trio looked at one another, not knowing how to respond.
"It's about your husband," said Ralph. Gina hesitated to let them in, still paranoid from the attack.
"If there's anything that needs to be discussed, it can be done right here," she said.
"Not exactly. We have confidential information that can become a problem if anyone other than us heard it," said the Boss. Gina was a little puzzled.
"So are you the police?"
"Then who are you?"
They had no choice but to come up with an answer now.
"We are the REAL police, in a sense," said Jesse. Gina was still puzzled by their answer, but she didn't feel like making them wait. But she didn't feel like letting her guard down either.
"Hold on." She unlocked the chain and the double locks and backed away from the door about 10 feet and aimed the shotgun right at the doorway.
"You can come in now," she said louder, without yelling. Didn't feel like waking her daughter up. Ralph opened the door and was the first one to go through the door and see the gun.
"Whoa!," he said, backing up and nearly tripping on Jesse's foot. "Take it easy." The trio froze. They all put their hands in the air.
"Alright, go sit down at the kitchen table," Gina said, as she pointed to the room to her left with her gun. There was a long, rectangular, tannish-brown-oak colored table with 6 equally colored chairs. "And don't try anything funny with me. I know how to use this thing even though I don't look like I can."
"Okay, we understand," the Boss said. He sat down at the side of the table closest to Gina without a problem or even a worry. With his calm attitude, it were as if the gun weren't even there and that he was putting his hands up out of respect. Ralph went to sit down beside the Boss until...
"Sit across from him," said Gina. He froze for a few seconds and then complied to her command. Jesse was just now getting into the door as he shut the door behind him. "Don't lock the door," Gina said. Jesse complied with his hands in the air. He got to the border of the kitchen and entrance.
"Do you wanna search us," he said, not realizing he was getting too close to Gina.
"Back up!" she said.
"Okay! Sheesh..." He went to the table and sat at the end of it. Gina walked slowly towards the opposite end of the table, never letting the trio leaving sight of the shotgun. She sat down gracefully and rested her elbows on the table, still aiming at the group.
"All of you, put your palms on top of the table and keep them there." They did so.
"Alright, what do you want? And keep it quiet," she said, careful to not mention that she has a daughter upstairs.
"We are sorry to hear about your husband, Miss Boxer," said the Boss.
"Call me Gina. And while you're at it, tell me the REAL reason why you're here."
"Well, you see Gina, we need some help, and we think that you could be very beneficial to us."
"What kind of help?"
"Help that can bring justice to your husband's murderer." Gina was paying more attention.
"How do you plan on doing that?"
"I can't go into details, but I will say that this plan is much more than just a plan or an idea. Everything is already in place and will be in effect once you join. You're the last person that we need for this to work out."
"And why am I so important?" The Boss didn't want to go into any details, but with a gun asking him the questions, it's hard not to. He couldn't afford to make her angry because he couldn't afford to lose his potentially greatest ally.
"You're familiar with the man Nestor Calloway?"
"Of course. I've been following his ass for the past 3 years. I'm just waiting for my opportunity to put him behind bars."
"Well, now's you're moment. We are going to put a stop to his dirty work. We know all about his swindling and his inside bank jobs, and we aren't going to take it anymore. Ever since Beineix got assassinated, he has become the biggest threat to Balbrook. We cannot afford to let him reign over us any longer."
"What do you expect me to do about it? I've been chasing him for years, and I could never get him arrested."
"Yeah, through legal judicial means. That's where we come into place. We are an underground organization that has had some... sucessful acts in the past." Gina suddenly realized who they were.
"Are you... the Condemned?"
"No," Jesse said. "We're the Anarchists."
"Formerly, the Condemned," said Ralph. Gina didn't quite like the new name, since she abides to the judicial system, but she liked the idea of bringing justice to those that the law can't touch.
"I thought you guys died off with Charbanic."
"Justice is never dead, my dear," said the Boss. Gina took a moment to recollect her thoughts. She had a lot of questions to pick out of her brain tree.
"And what does this have to do about my husband? Are you saying that he's responsible for my husband's death?"
"We can't say for sure, but knowing you're history with him, it's most likely possible." Those words fueled her anger like charcoal to a freight train. He was a damn fool to think that he could get away with something like that. Nothing will get in her way of killing Calloway now... nothing except her daughter. If she were to get caught by the police, there would be much more punishment than usual. Calloway practically owns most of the police force, and who knows what they'll do to her if Calloway gave the orders to do so. What would Michelle think if she knew her mommy was arrested? What would she do if she died? Who would she have left?Gina set her priorities and said...
"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can do that."
"You do realize that if you don't do this, not only will all of our plans be laid to waste, but you may also never be able to catch Calloway again?"
"I do, but I do not accept." The Boss sighed.
"Well, thank you for your time. We'd appreciate it if you didn't mention this meeting to anyone. We know it's out of our hands now, but we'd really aprpeciate it." They began to walk out. The gun was practically invisible to them now. Jesse turned around to face Gina again. He was never one to give up an argument so easily.
"About Lawrence..." he said. That was enough to get Gina's eyes to open wide. "I heard he was a dear friend of yours, and we are sorry about what he did." The Boss glared at Jesse. They weren't supposed to mention him and he knew it. But he figured that an angry customer will do anything to get what they want, even if it meant joining the Anarchists. Gina didn't say a word however.
"If there's anything we can do to help you, now's the time to mention it." Still silent. He knew that pissing her off through Lawrence would be the best way or worst way to get her to join. But he figured that he'd take a chance, all or nothing. In the meantime, Gina's thoughts ran wild.
"Why did lawrence shoot Daddy?"
"Why Lawrence... Why did you take my sunshine away?"
"Lawrence is not our friend anymore..."
With that last thought, Gina's mind was made up.
"Wait!" she said loudly. The trio came back into the kitchen. Gina thought carefully before stating her decision.
"I'm in," The trio smiled at one another.
"Welcome to the club," the Boss said holding out his hand. She set the shotgun down and shook it.
"But under one condition..." They wiped their grins off their mouths.
"My daughter must not know I'm in on this." The Boss shook their arms strongly. A deal was a deal, and the Boss was not one to break promises.
"Deal." Once they let go, they quickly introduced each other's names.
"Meet us at the abandoned bar called "The Rabbit's Hole" tomorrow at 11am. There we will discuss our plans." And with that the trio left. Gina locked the door again and pondered. Doubt had clouded her mind, but she knew it was just a distraction.