4. Hell on the Streets (1/2)

daisuke seemed like a

nice guy, pretty decent for a clown. i started to wonder if being a

part of the gang was something he was forced into doing. surely none

of that was really any of my buisness. to pass more time, i wandered

throughout the rest of the city. rarely did i have this opportunity.

kiwi always warned me about something bad happening to me because of

the raised crime level. the crime level in the city was always

terrible, though i stated the difference between me and all the other

dumb

oads that get themselves into situations; is that i'm smart. i

know how to get myself out of situations, and i'm much more

experienced in staying away from the conspicuous type. then again,

the clowms are the closest thing i have to actual friends. maybe i'm

the dumbass here.

it was probably an hour

or so before something else had happened. the police had come by and

took care of the woman who had been attacked. they nearly dragged her

away in the station wagon(humor) because she could barely move. why

didn't they call an ambulance? the city just returned to normal, not

affected by the common crime. the sun was still high in the sky, and

at this time of the year the sun set much later than normally. it was

as regular as the two-hundred degree heat.

past that hour or so, i

wandered into a part of the city that i had rarely seen before. to be

honest, i almost got lost past the alleyways. chasing a few strays

down the alleys, i came across a wide, mini-main street. this street

was most empty, with a random car littered on the sidewalk every few

dozen feet. there was shouting, and a group of people with their

bikes surrounding two people. i sighed, thinking it was a fight that

i shouldn't get myself involved in. i had almost scampered away from

the scene, until i heard a familiar voice cry out for help. my mind

sparked, trying to remember where i had exactly heard the voice

before. hearing the cry one more time, it finally came to me. it was

that biker i had seen earlier, daisuke. remembering what he had told

me about the clown's plans, they would be attacking the capsules. i

turned quickly and hid behind the corner of a large building, looking

out to see if it was really him. the group of people surrounding them

wore regular clothes. they didn't look very suspicious. there was one

person that was a part of them, and i recognized him immediately. it

was kaneda, the leader of the capsules. where these the capsules

during the day? the one man that had a hold of his victim seemed to

be into a blind rage. his wild hair was recognizable, and as he

screamed, a faint memory of the voice came back as well. tetsuo? that

kid that crashed in front of chentilly's? then there was a girl

behind him, crying. she only wore pants, and had one of the dark

jackets hanging over her. her shirt was torn off, and she was beaten

to hell as well. what the fuck happened here?

the time that i looked

over to them, tetsuo had beaten the man he held into a bloody pulp.

there was another man unconcious on the ground. i couldn't tell which

one was daisuke. tetsuo punched the man in the side of the face, by

then i heard a crack, even from the distance i was. it made me

shudder. then there was more screaming from tetsuo. kaneda was asking

him repeatedly what was happening to him. tetsuo drooped over, his

hands clutching onto his hair and scalp, he was screaming as loud as

his voice would let him. the others slowly followed him, forgetting

about the two boys that were nearly dead on the ground. tetsuo

wandered around for a few feet, unaware of where he was going, and

then he leaned onto a wall of a building, toppling over into the

sidewalk, his limbs shaking and he curled into the fetal position,

whimpering. a strange vehicle, one that belonged to the crc,

slumbered along and a few men, probably doctors, came out and

surrounded tetsuo.

while the distraction

was there for the taking, i quickly slipped by, trying to look like a

random person trying to get somewhere, and sadly i had to cross this

street to get there. though my resturant outfit could only make them

think suspiciously of me, or help with the hoax of me not caring.

everyone was turned towards the large truck-like machine, while a

helicopter flew in over head. i started to fear that since it was a

police helicopter, they would take everyone that was in the scene of

the crime. then i ran towards the two people on the ground. the first