O'Riley: "Red."
Crip nods.
Shank: "Crip says he's your old gang leader. Didn't know you ever had an old gang boss."
O'Riley: "Yes..me and Crip left and started the Reapers because of Red, our old gang leader. He was..cruel."

Crip: "What're we gonna do? He's zeroing in on us.."
O'Riley: "Calm down, we don't know anything. He could just be testing the waters. Trying to take over and be a bigger gang. We don't know he's targeting us specifically."

Crip swallows. He was nervous. Really nervous. Red was the reason he was crippled. Red terrifies him.

Prophet: "Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. If you're afraid Crip, stay alert."

Crip nods. Maybe Prophet was right. He should just stay aware of his surroundings."

O'Riley: "Alright, I need to think. Leave me be. If you've nothing else to do, feel free to go out. I've nothing else planned."

Crip took those last words and ran with them. He needed some coffee after this.
So he leaves, heading straight for his favorite coffee shop.

As he walks down the street he nears the buildings, and there's almost nobody out right now. The streets are empty, minus a few cars coming and going.
He feels strange. Almost like he's getting sick to his stomach. Somethings..wrong.

Suddenly he's jerked into an alleyway and thrown to the ground. He looks up quickly, seeing none other than his old gang leader Red. He's grinning like crazy, but those eyes are so calm.

Red: "Well if it isn't my lucky day."

Crip: "Red-"

Red: "Heard you was snooping around today. Word travels fast, especially when you've got an informant."

Crip: "What do you want?!"
He was being sure to be very loud, in hopes someone would hear and come save him.

Red: "To finish what I should've done a long time ago." He steps closer, getting down onto his knees and straddling the smaller male.
Crip: "W-wait!"
Red: "You were supposed to be dead that day..but O'Riley had a soft spot for you. He fucked you too, remember. He was apart of that gang bang."
Crip: "No-"
Red: "He was one of us and he's just as bad as me. So he came back for your sorry ass, so what? It was just so he could use you even longer. You fucking know that!"
Crip: "Please-"
Red balls his fist up and punches Crip right in the nose.
Red: "Oh shut the fuck up! You think I wanna hear you beg?"

Crip looks back up, having moved when punched. His nose was starting to bleed a lot. He felt so sick.
Red gets quiet, then starts hitting the smaller male even more, busting his lip, and hitting him in his already black eye. Over and over, he punches Crip, until Crips scrawny little arms fall limp, exhausted from trying to fight back.

Red: "You're good for one last thing."
Red then starts to strip Crips bottoms off, and then he fumbles through his pocket, putting out something wrapped in aluminum. He unravels it, and gets some sort of pill out. Before Crip can think to scream Red pushes the pill inside and starts fingering him harshly.

Suddenly Crip realizes he's being drugged. Just like the drugs his mother used to give those old men back then."
He tries to scream, but nothing comes out. He's too busy breathing, that he can't even catch his breath.

Red: "Go ahead~"
Crip tries again, this time letting out a rather pathetic cry for help. He opens his eyes, suddenly widening them. There's a shadow behind Red, reeling back with what looks like a...is that a police baton?

The figure swings hard, hitting Red right on the head and knocking him out cold.
Crip quickly moves away from Reds body, scooting all the way against the brick wall.

"Are you ok?"

Crip looks up as the shadow figure steps into the light.

It's doctor Helk.