November 30, 2008
"Yeah... yeah, he was."
A hell of a lot better than he was, in fact. Daniel had always been trying to get Christian to stop being involved with the Europas, and yet he still ran around with them beating up Leviathans and Zeros and selling weed on street corners. Meanwhile, when he wasn't working, Daniel would be off volunteering somewhere, at church, or doing homework.
"If anybody asks, I'm not here."
With the other boy gone, Christian sat down, leaning against the casket. Resting his head against it, he reached into his shirt and pulled out a photo he'd kept with him for much of the last year. It was of the two of them on their first date, after they'd been kicked out of a pizza place downtown. Looking at it before had always made him smile, but now it just made him think of all of the things they'd planned to do. They had been planning on graduating high school as valedictorian and salutatorian, and after that going to some school in New England, probably Northeastern (if they could afford it) or UConn. Then they'd live there, get married (something not legal in Michigan), and all the other things high school couples say they're going to do, but probably won't end up doing. But it was still nice to think about.
"Brought you this Danny, just in case you can bring stuff up there with you."
Taking one last look at the picture, he opened the lid of the casket just enough to slip it inside, without having to look at the body. That being done, he leaned back up against the casket and prayed silently, something he didn't usually do. His aunt would be there in a few minutes to pick him up, but for the time being, he was satisfied, alone in the room with Daniel.
Stammers Regional High School, Tripoli, Michigan
September 6, 2010
Christian grinned and tossed Tyson an orange one. He liked being addressed as 'sir'... it made it seem like he was actually in a position of authority, instead of just the head of a gang of teenagers. Which, coincidentally, was exactly what he was trying to accomplish. Since he took over, the Leviathans had already become more organized, and were finally starting to be an actual threat to the other gangs. But they weren't strong enough yet. To change that, he had a lot of ideas for reorganizing the gang's structure, but first he'd need to firmly establish himself as leader.
As class began, Christian went into the room and sat in a seat up front, like he always did. Since coming to Tripoli, he'd gained a reputation as a bit of a teacher's pet, an image that he didn't bother to try and avoid. After all, getting in on teachers' good sides not only benefited his chances of ever escaping from Stammers, but it also gave him some sway over them, and helped out the rest of the gang. When Christian sat, the other Leviathans in the class gravitated towards him, for the most part sitting behind him, less exposed to the teacher's view. The teacher's pet sitting up front drew the teacher's attention away from the actions of the people sitting around him, making them seem better by comparison. As everyone else started saying their names, Christian raised his hand and did the same.
"Christian LaChapelle."
With his hand up, Christian discreetly used his other hand to drop several slips of paper onto the floor, which were then picked up by the Leviathan behind him and passed around.
The party had multiple purposes, the most obvious being a chance to have some fun and maybe get drunk. Less obvious purposes included a chance to recruit new members, to trick people into thinking that that location was the new Leviathan HQ (in fact, it was just a warehouse; the Leviathan leadership met at Christian's house, while the rest met at elsewhere), to approach the Zeros with the possibility of an alliance, to gauge the strength of the other gangs, and to put one of the plans he and his lieutenants had come up with into motion. Also to get high.
Hopefully, the party would draw enough of a crowd, especially Europas. Provided that they, or anyone else for that matter, didn't try to do anything stupid, the more that showed up, the better.