Unique

"Um hello! People there's only 6 bathrooms and there's like 120 of y'all! Stop arguing and wait in line!"

I can't believe I agreed to this, it's like babysitting babies. Most of the people that survived from the bomb were kids.

85% are children under the age of 18 and the rest are adults. Not a single state chief survived. Right now we're staying in a homeless shelter that my grandpa owns.

It's wack but it'll do.

Last night the news was bazaar, now the world knows about Janunu and her involvement with the Alpha chief murder.

It's a blessing they let her walk, the police could have taken her as leverage to tame the Royals.

I'm waiting for the remainder of the Alphas to attack, and I'm sure there won't be a lot. The Alpha numbers went down big time and so did ours. An attack won't be a good idea.

My non-emergency phone rang, "Hello?" I said.

A couple of coughs were heard on the other side, "H-how's everything going?" Grandpa's weak voice asked.

I sighed, he's getting worst by the second. "Everything is going great, we have food, water, clothes, and medicine." I said.

He hummed, "That's good, how are you holding up?" He asked.

Looking around all I see are people at their lowest, my people. Sickness, hunger, pain, depression, and loneliness ate up my people.

We've had a major loss that'll need major repairing. Hopefully things get better in the future, I don't want to be gloomy the rest of my life.

"I'm still standing, so that's a good thing." I said.

"Don't stress yourself Uni, i know this is a big job to take on at such a young age. Call me whenever you feel or think you need a break. I don't want our family problems to be the cause of your downfall." Grandpa said.

I nodded understanding his wise words. Most of my grandpa's siblings died giving their lives to this gang, having another relative of his die would just add to the streak.

"I won't, thanks for being concerned. So how about you? How are you doing?" I asked, curious of his well-being.

With him getting injured during his sickness, it made him worst. The doctors said that since his body was so focused on healing from the wound, the cancer spread more. Which now resulted in him to live up to a month.

This time it was his turn to sigh, "I feel weak and my system is failing me. But I won't go down without a fight." He said determined

I chuckled, "That last part was corny, but it better be the truth."

He started laughing but that quickly resulted in him coughing. From what I'm hearing it sounded nasty.

"Go easy on yourself, Pops, hopefully I don't get held up over here so I can come see you." I said.

"Ok, well then be safe. I love you." He said, saddened.

Smiling softly, I said it back and ended the phone call.

As I was helping the toddlers wash up for lunch, the entryway of the shelter opened and loud voices were heard.

Quickly, I went to the front to evaluate the problem that riled everyone up.

There stood Uncle Jhak, Uncle Tyrone, my mom, and Auntie Momo.

I seen a body wrapped up in a black cloth that was laid on the table. "What's this?" I asked pointing at the body.

"It's Kindra." Chopper grumble from beside me. What?!

Then Jaja and Travis push their way through the crowd, wanting to know what was going on. When their eyes laid on the body, they gave the same expression as I did.

"W-who is that?" Travis said, you can hear the fear and worry lacing in his words.

A tear dripped from Auntie Momo's eyes, she embraced my younger Auntie and Uncle in a hug. "I'm so sorry." She cried softly.

They wailed at the lost of their mother.

"We have to get our revenge on the Alphas, Janunu killing the Chief isn't enough." Gigi said in anger.

"Yeah, they killed our familes!" Jaliyah yelled.

"They took my mom"

"They took my unborn child and my wife."

"They took my cousin."

"They took our chiefs."

The people yelled with anger, ready to massacre the ones that took the lives of their loved ones.

"Shut up!" Uncle Jhak yelled angrily. For the first time he was being serious. Uncle Jhak is a playful spirit, the fact that he his yelling for control is a scary and new look on him.

The people quiet down and waited for what he had to say. Uncle Jhak looked at each and every one of us, giving us his death glare.

"It wasn't the Alphas!" He yelled.

Chopper scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Obviously it was them, who else wants us 6 feet in the ground. They want us dead just as much as we want them dead."

Auntie Momo stepped in and sent him a glare, "A damn Italian Mafia boss, that's who wants us dead." She gritted with tear stains running down her cheeks.

Everyone was struck with confusion, as was I. Why would a Mafia boss want us dead? What did we do to make him mad?

"But why? Did they kill Kindra too?" A soft voice from behind me asked.

I turned around and saw Crystal, her dad was Uncle Henry, the Chief of Texas and her mom was Auntie Christie. She also had a little brother, Viandre, sadly they all died leaving her behind.

Uncle Tyrone nodded, "The boss's men told us that he took mom because she was one of the main ones that caused the death of his wife."

I'm even more confused and if I'm just as confused as I was before, i know everyone is experiencing the same emotion.

"Whose his wife?" I asked.

They shrugged their shoulders, not knowing the answer to that question. Jaja sniffed and looked up at Auntie Momo.

"So what do we do?" She asked.

Ma kneeled down, rubbing both of her siblings' backs. She looked at them lovingly, "We mourn, tomorrow we have a funeral. Today we plan for it."

People mumble agreeing with her, I smiled sadly and went to hug Jaja and Travis. "Everything will be alright" I whispered in their ears.

~

Janunu

The first place I went to was the Royal mansions to give those scumbag family members of mine a piece of my mind.

Sadly, I couldn't since all that was left of the buildings were ashes.

I didn't get a chance to take a look at the news since I was caught up in my mission. The Alphas out did themselves this year, they wiped out everyone.

Before i wanted the William bloodline to continue on, but now I could care less. That's how hard reality hit me, i gave this gang my all just for them to spit on me.

Their deaths mean nothing to me. As long as my truly loved ones are still alive I'll be fine.

Yesterday, Momo told me to stay at the police station until she came to get me, which was supposed to be this morning. I obviously didn't listen and left without telling her.

So here I am sitting on a park bench not knowing where my siblings are.

My siblings told me I missed alot while i was gone and I'm not surprised. The Royals wasn't a gang that waits until after they mourn to go back fighting, they'll fight then mourn.

A soccer ball rolled to my feet, i picked it up and examined it.

Wait a minute what a great idea! I can use a ball to disguise a bomb! I mean it's perfect, who wouldn't suspect a bomb in a-

"Hey! Can you roll it back!" I heard a boy yell. I looked at the grassy field and saw a teenage boy looking to be about 15.

He had long blonde hair with green eyes. Even his height was taller than me. A damn shame. He also had on a soccer attire.

I stood up with a genuine smile, "Of course!" I yelled back, before throwing the ball in the air then kicking it far away from him, in a completely different direction.

"Hey!!" He yelled angrily as he approached me.

"Did you not understand anything I just said?" He asked. My hands were itching to slap him, how dare he accuse me of being stupid.

"You shouldn't have let your ball get close to me." I said calmly. He scoffed, "It's a ball, its not my fault it got to you."

I clicked my tongue, "If you aren't responsible enough to keep a ball, then you shouldn't have one at all." I sassed.

He frowned in unbelief, "I am responsible, and since I didn't get the ball far out on the other side of the field, you go get it."

I laughed, who does he think I am? His maid? "You can dream of me getting your ball. I've got people to find."

He pulled out his phone, "I'm calling my mom and she's a lawyer." he threatened. His eyes were glinting with determination.

A smile was painted on my lips, this kid wants to play.

"Call her."

He dialed his mom and she answered, "Hi honey, do you want me to come pick you up?"

He shook his head, "No mom, this lady kicked my ball and doesn't want to get it back for me."

His mom sighed and cooed, "Aww that's not good, where is she?"

He pushed the phone to me, i took it and broke it in half. I watched his face go from shock to horror to rage. He did wanted to play.

I dropped the halves on the ground, "You can tell your mom that Janunu Williams was the woman you ran into today. Learn your lesson and don't bring your ball near me." I said with a straight face before leaving him.