Infinity Chronicles
Part 1
By
Scott "RaZrEsHaT" Hall

The sun had finally broken free of the blanket of clouds that threatened to darken the otherwise cheerful day. Sara was on her way home from a wonderful day of self-pampering and the parting clouds seemed somehow symbolic of the day's continuing improvements.

Her minivan turned the corner in to the housing suburb that she and Matthew had built their home in. On either side of the street she could see the children of the neighborhood beginning to reclaim their yards from the darkened sky. Bolstered by the emerging sun, children ran back and forth chasing each other and playing all manner of games. Their neighborhood was the perfect place for raising children.

After parking the van in the drive, Sara grabber her purse and turned to head into the house. Her mind still lingered on the various stores she had visited, the sales she had explored as well as the shoes she had mentally marked for future purchase. Her beautiful cropped blonde hair looked like a fancy model's after an hour at the salon. The distracting joy of a day shopping slowly faded as she approached the entrance to the house.

The door swung open in what felt like slow motion. Something had seemed out of place to Sara when she came upon the front door to her house slightly ajar, but she had no way of being prepared for what she was about to find inside her house. Nothing from her life in Kansas City, or her time married to Matthew with their children Michelle and Jonathan could have made the next moments of her life any less shocking or traumatic.

Just inside the door to their suburban dream home was a trail of blood that ran from the front door and around the corner to toward their living room. The linoleum floor was still beautiful and shiny from being cleaned earlier in the day, and the drying blood contrasted it in a sickening way.

The coat rack by the front door was also on the floor with several coats strewn on the ground. If it had not been for the blood, the scene would have been not so abnormal for a house with two pre-teen kids.

Slowly Sara stepped inside, horror driving her to see. Maybe there was a good explanation of what had happened while she was out shopping.

Matt had offered to watch the kids while Sara spent a day out having fun. The Worthins case had taken up all his time, and with it finished, he wanted to take time with the kids and give her a chance to get out for awhile. Matt had always been both hard working and a family man. It was often a struggle to balance those two qualities, and Sara admired him for trying.

Her senses reached out, searching everything around her. Nothing. The utter lack of sounds frightened her deeply. With a 6 year old girl and an 8 year old boy, there should be plenty of sounds emanating from the house. Michelle was working on getting some badges for her Girl Scout sash, and Jonathan has recently taken up Tae Kwon Doe. Both made plenty of racket working and playing, always wanting her or Matt to come see what they had done. She not so secretly loved the burdens of motherhood as well as watching her husband be a father to their children.

Slowly she stepped into the house and walked toward the corner to the living room. Carefully she avoided stepping in the blood on her once clean floor. She had made sure that the house was spotless so that she would be able to enjoy her day out without worrying about household chores or cleaning that would be needed to done. It had worked and she didn't think once about the house while she was out. Often she had thought about the kids and Matt, but more often lately she had though about her other problem. The new abilities that she had been struggling to keep under control, from taking over her life. She struggled to keep those concerns from ruining her first day out without the kids in nearly four months.

Rounding the corner to the living room, all of Sara's worst nightmares became reality.

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A hand on her shoulder brought Sara back to reality. She realized that she was sitting on the floor in the entrance to her living room and had been there for quite a while. Not far away a loud siren blared. Unsure of where she had been, she looked up and into the face of a concerned police officer.

"Ma'am, are you injured?" The concern in the officer's eyes revealed that what was going on in her house was not some sick delusion, but real. "Do you remember dialing 911 with your cell phone?"

Unable to resist the urge, Sara looked back at the scene in her living room. Matt lay face down on the carpet and the feet of the children were visible from where she sat. Quickly the officer took control.

"Don't look over there ma'am." Softly the officer turned Sara's head back to look at his face. "My name is Officer Dooly. You're safe now."

"The rest of the house is clear," another voice revealed from somewhere behind her. Sara was still not sure if she was about to wake up.

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The station house felt cold and sterile. Sara wanted to leave, but she felt like there was no where in the world to go. Even though the structure of her house was still standing, her home was gone.

"Mrs. Deworth," a friendly voice again brought Sara back to reality, "how are you doing?" Detective Miller was the officer who had busted Barry Worthins and had gotten to know Matt very well by the end of the trial. While they had been on opposite sides of the case, they seemed to respect each other's role in the legal system and a friendship had developed.

"I…I'm not sure," Sara managed to mutter, "I still can't believe this is happening." It occurred to her that the words coming out of her mouth could apply to several situations she was dealing with. Several weeks prior Sara had come to the startling realization that she was different; that she was a mutant.

To date, mutants were the stuff of poorly documented tabloid accounts or new stories about the urban legends surrounding their existence, however Sara had abilities that set her apart from other people. So far, all that had occurred to her was that she was superior to normal in most physical ways. She had yet to find anything in her household life that was beyond her ability to pick up, including their mini-van. Also, her flexibility and agility seemed far beyond normal. Her senses and reaction time as well seemed above that of any normal person she knew.

Being a mutant would have brought its own set of complications to her life. No publicly know mutant had been totally authenticated as of yet, however the stories abounded. Public opinion varied greatly, however, and much of society seemed to fear the idea of people living in society with fantastic and potentially destructive abilities right under their noses.

"Perhaps someone found out I was a mutant," she thought to herself. But it quickly passed when she realized that no anti-mutant propaganda had been found at her house. All of the anti-mutant violence going on so far had been accompanied by a massive amount of propaganda material. Often the house of a supposed mutant was the subject of the vandalism that usually acted as a build up to any sort of violence. Nothing of the sort had happened at her house.

Her house-the thought brought her back. They were really gone; she had seen the bodies with her own eyes.

"Who did this? Who killed my family? Why?" Tears came and Sara felt the detective embrace her.

"I am sorry Sara. We are going to do everything we can to bring the people responsible to justice." It was little consolation.

"Why would those drug dealers do this to us," Sara sobbed, "Matt defended them."

"We don't think it was the drug dealers Sara," Detective Miller revealed.

"What? Then who?" Sara's tears paused in mid stream.

"The crime scene doesn't make any sense, drug dealers would have stolen or broken some stuff. Whoever did this simply walked in, killed Matt and the kids, and walked out. The only thing that showed any sign of tampering was your home computer."

Sara began to cry again. They were gone and no matter what she did to figure out why, they were not coming back.

"I'm sorry Sara. I shouldn't be discussing this with you right now. There is one thing though, did Matt have any back ups of his case materials?"

"What?" The question seemed out of place.

"There is more going on here than your loss. Did you know that Barry Worthins was murdered yesterday in prison?"

"Everyone knows that, but it's no surprise. He had plenty of enemies."

"True, but so has every other member of the Riverside Kings that were in prison."

The drug gang that Barry belonged to had a virtual monopoly on the Kansas City drug trade, but from time to time a competitor would try to violently get into the market.

"So, good riddance," Sara had never been very happy with Matt working for the Public Defenders Office and defending the dregs of society.

"At first we thought it was another drug war," the detective seemed to know what Sara was thinking, "but RS Kings have been dropping dead all over the city. And we have yet to see one dead from whoever they are at war with. It is almost like some group is executing the Kings."

"Really?" Sara was surprised, but she found it hard to be concerned that someone was executing the drug dealers of the city. "So what?"

"Well, three hours ago someone broke into the houses and offices of the District Attorney and executed everyone who was involved in the prosecution of the Barry Worthins case." The shock of the last statement finally broke through cloud of her family's death.

"So you think," was all that Sara got out before a distant and short series of thuds distracted both Sara and Detective Miller.

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Detective Miller stood with his Glock 23 aimed at the door to the interrogation room. He had instructed Sara to move behind him to the room's far corner. Neither of them was sure what they had heard, but given recent events, they were not in the mood to take chances. Besides, Miller had a feeling, and trusting his instincts was something he had learned to do during his career.

Silence lingered outside the hallway until one loud blast from a handgun rang out. The sound of the handgun seemed to be just outside the interrogation room. Several low zips sounded and were followed by a thud on the floor. Detective Miller looked over to see if Sara was still alright, but his timing could not have been worse.

The door to the interrogation room flew open and two men with silenced semi-automatic pistols darted through the doorway.

Detective Miller had just finished glancing at Sara and was at a disadvantage. He spun to his firing side as he unloaded his weapon. The two darkly clad men turned and each fired off several carefully aimed rounds.

To Sara, the combat in front of her seemed to be happening in almost slow motion. She watched as Detective Miller took several rounds to his right arm, shoulder and ribs while falling to the ground. With very little thought, she grabbed the end of the interrogation room table closest to her and flipped it toward their attackers.

The heavy metal table rolled in the air once before striking one of the gunmen and mashing him into the wall of the room. Sara watched as his arm limply slid toward the floor marking him as either unconscious or dead. The other gunman turned and unleashed the remaining rounds in his weapon toward Sara.

Life seemed to speed up a little for Sara once the rounds were flying in her direction. She could feel the rounds burning through the air toward her. Not wishing to die without finding out why her family and so many other people had been killed, she pushed out and willed the holes being burned by the bullets to be closed. The air between her and the dark gunman erupted in miniature flames and the bullets never found their mark.

Panic crossed the face of the remaining gunman. Quickly he grabbed something from a pack at the small of his back. His hand flung forward and he turned to run. The small baseball size object flew halfway across the room before Sara realized that it was a grenade. Instinctively she dove toward Detective Miller and covered him with her body. Sharp and burning pain shot through her back as the explosion rang in her ears.

Feeling dizzy and disoriented, Sara looked down at Detective Miller and found that he was still breathing. She looked back toward the door; both of the gunmen were gone.

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The doctors at the hospital regarded Sara with puzzlement and disbelief while extracting the small particles of shrapnel that had stuck into her back. Along with the cuts, there were many bruises from larger pieces that had bounced off. All of the medical personal assumed that they fragments had flown threw something that slowed them down and remarked at how lucky Sara had been.

"Right, lucky," was all the she could think to respond. They did not know about her personal loss, and she tried not to hold it against them. She was just happy that they were not putting together that she had not survived out of luck, but out of being a mutant.

"Detective Miller is asking for you," one of the nurses at the emergency room informed. Sara glanced at the nurse finishing up cleaning her wounds.

"I can take you to his room after we are done here," the nurse cleaning her wounds replied to the unspoken question.

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Sara stood silently in the doorway to Detective Miller's room. The armed guards outside his room were initially reluctant to let her pass until they the detective yelled out for them to let her through. A nurse was finishing dressing the detective's wounds. Once the nurse finished, Detective Miller dismissed her and waved Sara closer.

"I know," speaking was difficult for the detective, "I know what you are."
Horror froze Sara in her tracks.

"I saw what you did…You're a …mutant." The last word was uttered so quietly that Sara wasn't 100% sure he had actually said it.

"I don't know what…"

"I know what I saw," he continued, "the table, the bullets…"

Sara buried her hands in her face and tried not to cry. On top of everything else, now the one person that she thought was going to help is going to expose her. Before a single tear could form however, Detective Miller spoke again.

"Barry Worthins."

"What about him?!" Barry Worthins was dead and his case was closed. Just one more dead drug dealer.

"His case is the key. I know it."

Sara backed up slowly. She was partially relieved that he wasn't speaking anymore about her being a mutant, but she was also unsure of what he was getting at.

"His case is the key to this," the whisper was as loud as the detective seemed capable of speaking.

"All of the people killed have been involved with that case."

Sara realized it was true. But what did that mean. She couldn't understand the connection.

"Do you think the Riverside Kings are responsible for…?"

"They are victims too." Miller cut her off.

"What?" Sara found it offensive to refer to a gang of drug dealers as victims. "Then who? What?"

"That is what you need to find out. Did you husband keep any back ups of his files on the case?"

"The Public Defender's office should," again Detective Miller cut her off.

"They were hit too."

The shear number of deaths was beginning to make Sara dizzy. What secret was so important that so many people needed to die to protect it?

"You husband's files might be the only ones left."

"I'll get them." Sara got up and walked out of the room.

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Sara pushed the door open. Although it had been less than 48 hours since she had last been to her house, it felt like more than a lifetime had gone by. Despite the fact that the structure was the same, the house seemed to be devoid of the warmth she remembered.

Ducking under the crime scene tape, she went though the front door. The floor remained stained with blood and Sara knew she was not ready to face the living room again. She immediately went to the study and turned on Matt's computer.

Matt was an avid technophile. He worked to keep a paperless office and therefore scanned every possible document into his computer. Nervously waiting for the computer to boot up. Sara watched the door to the office and listened intently for any sounds of movement. Several seconds went by and the computer came to life.

Quickly Sara paged through the folders on her deceased husband's computer. Folder after folder came up empty and quickly it became clear that Detective Miller had been right. No file that could have in any way been related to the Barry Worthins case remained on the computer. Sara felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her.

Finding yet another new level of depression, she sank back into Matt's office chair. Where else could she possibly find those files? His office had been attacked. Their home had been attacked. Home, office…Sara almost jumped out of her skin as a new possibility occurred to her. Rifling through the desk she found her first small victory; Matt's MP3 player.

Quickly Sara grabbed the cable that connected the music player to the computer and connected the two devices. She remembered how excited Matt had been to get the 40 Gigabyte wonder.

"Not only does it hold every song I could ever imagine," she remembered him beaming as he opened the box on his birthday, "but I can also put all kinds of documents on it to move back and forth to work!" She had to stop and regain her composure while the computer worked to recognize the pocket size gadget.

Double clicking on folder name "Worthins", Sara held her breath. The computer display nearly made Sara scream in victory. File after file from the Barry Worthins case sat available for use. Making a quick scan of the various text, graphic and video files; one caught Sara's attention.

Moving the cursor, Sara hesitantly double clicked on a video file of an interrogation of Barry Worthins by the police. The media program opened and began to play the video.

Barry sat on the opposite side of a familiar looking metal table. He leaned sloppily over on to the table and rested his elbows while his head hung low between his arms. Off screen a tough voice yelled at the disheveled drug peddler.

"I'll give you one more chance," an off screen man's voice boomed, "who's sending the drugs here?!"

Barry rolled his head up and looked across screen at what must have been the speaker. Sara looked a little closer. She wasn't certain, and with the quality of the video it was hard to tell, but Barry Worthins looked as if he had been beaten. His head sagged between his arms again and hung somewhat limply.

"Listen god damn it!" The voice boomed again. "Who supplies the Riverside Kings?" A frightening amount of determination echoed in the voice and Sara found herself a feeling a little sorry for the drug dealer. The speaker violently moved into view and grabbed Barry by the hair. Pulling his head up, the man screamed into the drug dealers face.

"I swear your gonna answer me or," before the crazed officer could finish his threat, another man grabbed him and pulled him back. Barry's head dropped down again and then slowly rose from between his arms.

"Windy…," he uttered.

"Who?" The booming voice returned from off camera.

"Look." Barry began to speak again, "Damn! You got to understand what you axing man. It ain't just like you goes and point a finger at him. I mean façade man, damn! Who is gonna believe when you say it." Barry began to trail off again. He was obvious exhausted from any number of reasons.

"Who Barry? Who?!"

"I don't…" Barry didn't seem to be capable of answering again.

"Wake up god damit!" The booming detective launched into view and Sara could finally make out his face. Pure anger and hatred made the face of Detective Miller barely recognizable.

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The MP3 player rode zipped up in Sara's pocket. As quietly as possible she threw some clothes in one of Matt's sports bags. As she finished, she turned to head for the door.

Suddenly the mother in her came back. She was about to leave the house for last time and she realized that she would never see this place and her family again. Battling back tears, she decided to grab something to remember her family by. She grabbed a picture of herself and Matt on a trip they had taken before the kids were born. In Michelle's room, she grabbed a small doll that her daughter had loved. Lastly she stepped into Jonathan's room. His room was still the mess it always was in the evening before she forced him to clean it up. Quickly she grabbed his Tae Kwon Doe orange belt. As she left the room however, she looked over and saw his stack of comic books.

The one on the top was weathered and wrinkled. She remembered seeing that in his hands more times that she could count, which would explain its appearance. She scooped up the book and slid it into her bag as she ran out the door.

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Sara walked away from the bank machine with as much money as she could withdraw in one day. She was not sure if it would be safe to access her bank accounts in the future. Whoever was behind the attacks may have access to her account activity and she didn't want to be tracked by her credit and bank cards. Stopping at secluded pay phone, she quickly called Detective Miller.

"It's me," she stated quietly.

"I'm glad you called. You didn't use a cell phone did you?"

"No."

"Good, because I have been thinking that who ever is behind this probably has their fingers into a lot of systems. It might be smart of you not to use things that could be used to track your movements."

"When do you want to meet?"

"I don't know if that is a good idea," Miller replied, "I would not be surprised if they made another go at me."

Sara became frightened at the idea that they would try to kill the detective again.

"If you are going to figure this out, you'll need to stay off of the radar. Whoever is behind will be looking for you."

Again Sara became concerned. She had gotten stuff from her house and prepared to move out, but she had never considered why? What was her goal? Her plan?

"I'm not sure I can do this," Sara confessed. "I'm not cut out to do this. I am just a mother and a house wife."

"No," Detective Miller responded sternly. "What you are is someone with nothing left to loose. You have abilities that no one else has. I saw them with my own eyes."

"But…"

"You need to get revenge for your family and for me and the other dead cops."

"I know….I just wasn't' prepared for this."

"Who would be?"

"Thank you," Detective Miller's support buoyed Sara's resolve.

"For what? Now look, some of my buddies told me that the last hideout that the RS Kings have that hasn't been hit is at 2300 Charleston Dr NW." he paused for a minute and Sara could hear him coughing in the background. "You need to get over there and find out what you can. Learn what set this all off. The police are more concerned with protecting themselves right now and I am sure that the Kings are the key to this. You need to find the connection before they all are killed."

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The two story house was run down and in disrepair. The kind of place that you tried not to look at because it saddened you to see a house in such a state. The walls and porch appeared at a distance to be several different colors due to paint pealing and uneven fading. The grass in the yard had grown till light brown sprouts stood knee high.

The disrepaired state of the house was clear to Sara even in the half moon light. She dressed in nave blue spandex that she would have never considered even wearing out into her yard in her previous life. But here and now, she hoped the darker colors would give her the advantage of stealth as she tried to break into the last of the Riverside Kings drug houses.

Carefully she stuffed the sports bag containing what was left of her life's belongings under a car up the street. Taking one last look around to ensure she hadn't been spotted, Sara took up a sprint up the street and toward the house. As her right foot hit the curb near the house, she jumped as hard as she could and found herself arching easily toward the second story roof. Reaching out with her hands, she cushioned her landing with nearly silence.

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"I think I heard something."

"Shut up Spider!" T-rel hated Spider when he had been smoking too much junk. But this time, Spider had something real to be paranoid about. Someone had killed off all of the other Riverside Kings, and now they were to only ones left. Pablo, W.T., Scarface and G Unit were all downstairs, but he had to be up here with Spider while he went to the bathroom.

"You still out there T-rel?" The fear in Spider's voice sickened T-rel.

"Yeah, I'm start'n to think that this nobody goes anywhere alone idea is stupid!"

A small creak from the room at the end of the hallway grabbed T-rel's attention. Slowly he walked toward the half open door leading to the room. As he moved down the hallway he reached under his shirt and pulled out his semi-automatic pistol. Quietly he leaned out and peeked through the semi-open doorway. At the far side of the small room stood a woman in dark spandex. Her back was toward him as she silently closed the window. T-rel slowly brought his weapon to bare on her unsuspecting back.

"Yo! T-Rel, where you at?" Spider's voice echoed from the bathroom door.

Sara spun as she heard the punk up the hallway yell out for his friend. Another thug stood there with his gun pointed at her. Reaching out instinctively with her hand as she did with her ability, Sara prepared to recreate the effect that saved her from being shot the at the police station.

Round after round leapt out of the punk's weapon and quickly flared in nothingness before hitting her. Sara smiled inwardly at the success of stopping someone's bullets again. Feeling confident, she moved forward behind the distraction of the flaring rounds.

The last round flared into nothingness right out of the weapons barrel. Sara noticed the young man behind the weapon staring in shock at the end of his gun. He managed to look up just in time to see Sara's fist before it connected with his face.

The young punk flew down the hallway and landed on top of another thug. The top one was out cold before he slammed into his friend. The one on the bottom did not look much better. Sara slipped down the hallway and measured the face of the still conscious drug dealer. Having a better feel for her strength levels, she knocked him out with a light punch to the jaw.

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Several loud shots rang out from the second floor, but Scarface was the only one to look up from the T.V. The other 3 were deeply involved with a computer basketball game. Hooting and laughing, Pablo, W.T. and G Unit teased each other as they competed with the game controllers in their hands.

"What was that?" Scarface questioned.

"What was what?" G Unit obviously hadn't heard it or didn't care.

"Those shots…"

A body began limply falling down the stairs. Crashing off of the walls and tumbling to a heap at the bottom of the stairs. T-rel's body laid uncomfortably on his back.

All four thugs jumped to their feet and pulled out various fire arms. Together they pointed them at the point where the stairs disappeared into the ceiling as it climbed upward. Had it been Spider that came tumbling down the stairs, they would have assumed that T-rel had thrown him, Spider was a just jackass, but there was no way that it would have happened the other way around.

The four of them together moved to where they could point their weapons all the way up the stairs. With their backs to the front door they yelled out to Spider.

"Spider, you up there?" No reply came and the four of them became more nervous. A sudden thud echoed through the ceiling and W.T. let loose with a short burst from his automatic pistol into the spot.

"What the hell are you shooting at Trash?" Scarface scolded more than questioned. "That might have been Spider for all we know."

Ashamed and embarrassed W.T. pointed his weapon down and backed up behind the other three.

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Opening the door would take too long. So Sara decided to simply burst through. A small burst of gunfire from inside the house let her know that at least one of the drug dealers was on the other side of the door and probably facing away. Quickly hitting a dead sprint, Sara bashed through the door.

Once through the door, Sara quickly identified a small white punk to her front. In front of him stood three more punks. All were looking and pointing weapons up the stair to their front and at their feet laid the dealer she had thrown down the stairs.

Not letting up on her momentum, Sara reached out with her right arm and moved left of the foursome. She was able to swing through the backs of the small white punk and one of the front three as she sprinted past. Her blow completely flipped the first dealer and knocked the second to his front. Neither one made and attempt to get up.

Stopping in the living room near the T.V. Sara turned to face the remaining two. For the first time that night true fear struck her. The Hispanic looking dealer furthest away from her pulled up his weapon; an AK-47. She had stopped the bullets of handguns so far, but this weapon was completely different. Sara managed to get her hand up just prior to rounds belching out of the assault rifle's barrel.

Sparking flames exploded in the air in front of Sara and suddenly she felt small hard impacts walk up her torso from her right thigh to her left shoulder. The force of the blows knocked her backward and she was thrown into the house's kitchen.

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"You got that bitch Scar!" G Unit declared. "But what were those fucking flames?"

"I think she was a god damn mutant!" Scarface's excitement was contagious. "I've never ganked on of those yet!"

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Sara looked down at her body and didn't find the bloody mess that she expected. The strip across her torso where the bullets had impact pulsed with pain, but no blood. Regaining her feet, she scanned the kitchen for something to use as a shield. Nothing leapt out at her as a good makeshift shield until her eyes came to rest on the refrigerator.

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Pablo looked at Scarface with renewed respect. He had always though that the big Hispanic was all talk, but without hesitation he had dropped that spandex wearing freak. If they made it through this, he decided that he was going to help Scar make a new Riverside Kings, bigger and badder so that no one would mess with them every again.

"You's one bad mother fucker Scar," G Unit looked up and smiled at his older brother.

"Don't you forget it Punta." Together they smiled and for a moment it seemed like they would make it through the insanity together.

That is when the refrigerator door hit them.

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Sara stood over the six of them. All six were seated on furniture in the living room with their hand bound behind their backs. She had managed to find some old chain and was able to bend some metal through it to create at lock. Some of them looked like they might need medical attention, but Sara found it hard to feel too bad about it. Grabbing the one she heard called "Scar", she splashed water in his face.

"Wake up!....Wake UP!"

Slowly Scarface began to shake his head back and forth. A low and painful moan emanated from his mouth. Slowly he brought his eyes up to look at Sara.

"You gonna kill us like the rest?"

Sara was taken aback by the question. She never considered that they might think she was the one responsible for the murder of all the other RS Kings.

"That is someone else."

"How do I know that?"

"You're not in a condition to make distinctions right now," The sinister tone in her voice frightened even Sara. "I just want information. Who started this massacre?"

"We ain't getting…massacred," Sara easily recognized the hollow nature of Scarface's tough guy act.

"There are only six of you left. If this is a war, you're in danger of being wiped out. Now who is doing this to you?" Scarface's head dropped slowly.

"I ain't tell you shit bitch."

"The Syndicate," a weak voice came from the couch.

"Shut up G!" Scarface managed to yell. "You try'n to get us killed?"

"They kill'n us anyhow," G Unit fired back. "Maybe she can get them back for us."

"Who is the Syndicate?" Sara broke in. "Where can I find them?"

"Only the RS Kings' bosses know," revealed G unit.

"Chicago," admitted Scarface.

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"The remaining Riverside Kings want to turn themselves into the police," Sara announced into the receiver. "You can find them at the house at 2300 Charleston Dr NW."