Without saying a single word, he just punched the fat man straight in the face, breaking his nose right through. He kneed him in the gut, and winded to man. Unable to fight back from Xander’s heavy blows, the fight started to seem like a very one sided affair.

“touch a women will you, you mother fucking asshole” Xander screamed as he used his elbows to repeatedly strike the man in the gut. He then grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him towards the dustbin at the bus stop. Blood was spewing out of the mouth of the man as he was being dragged away. Xander then pulled him up, “say sorry you mother fucker say it” fucking apologise to her now or ill kill you right now. Listen to me asshole say sorry and ill leave you, you don’t say a thing and I will kill you. The fat man was way too incapacitated to talk. All he could feel was a numb and scary feeling through his body. Xander started to calm down, upon realising the damage he had inflicted upon the man. Just as he about to leave him on the floor, he realised something. The man had a gang tattoo. Now he knew he couldn’t just leave him. He was bound to get hit back. Though he was bigger than the average man, he couldn’t take on a whole gang of uncivilized man that would just chop him up without even speaking to him.

That fueled his anger again, he pulled him up and put him into the trash can, and started punching the life out of him. First the face, the man could barely open either of his eyes, they were both shut, sealed shut. “if I leave you like this, you will find me. Let this be a lesson to all the FUCKERS like you. Show some respect to women, mother fucker” that was all he said, as he smashed the man’s head in with his elbows blow after blow. His face was bleeding so badly that his front two teeth had already dropped out, his nose was flatter than it initially was, actually it had become a part of his face. Then he just kicked the trash can on the road, thinking he had beaten the guy in bad enough, for him to never be able to identify Xander as his assailant. Just as he thought things were over, a container truck smashed straight into the can.

Then he knew it right then, he couldn’t hear the people screaming at him for the past ten minutes. It was very much like a deaf man suddenly gaining the ability to hear. So relieving yet so scary.

Without blinking an eye lid, or thinking twice Xander pulled Lisa and ran. They ran across the corner of the block, and hailed an empty cab and got on their way home like nothing had happened. He knew now deep inside that things would never be the same ever again but he refused to let himself believe it. He kept on telling Lisa and himself we just got to change our physical appearance and well be fine that’s all we need. But he knew, that was the least of his worries. He knew, he was in deep shit now. But they were both too shocked to say anything.

“Lisa” Xander said in a slow and scared voice fuelled with concern, “you needa cut your hair short and dye it blonde or something, ill shave my head and grow a beard, lay low for awhile. We cant be seen together ok? Do you understand this is important. Don’t talk to anybody about it and we weren’t there ok? We weren’t.” he said that is a low quiet

and scared voice, not wanting the taxi driver to hear anything.

ACT 1

Origins

Chapter 1

“hahaha yeah” Xander said as he looked at his pretty girlfriend. “you do realise that fat guy is checking you out.”. “NO, hahaha!” she laughed. “ No one will, im not that pretty”. She replied. Xander smiled at his girlfriend’s disbelieve, but he knew better. Any girl with such beautiful face, sharp nose and sparkling eyes, would be checked out constantly, its not like he could help it. The both of them didn’t really think much of it. The two of them waited at the bus stop for their bus along with about 2 other people. The bus was taking forever to come, and Xander lived all the way across the country from Lisa and he dint even own a car; he knew he was going to go home late that night, how late was what he didn’t know.

Five minutes passed by, still no bus they could take almost any bus from there, but it was one of those days. The more you want it to come faster the longer it takes. “Give me a minute, I wanna get a drink” Xander said as he walked away to the nearby vending machine. Just as he opened his drink, “Oh my god!” and tears, that was all he heard. Oh that scream was all too familiar to him. In his 6-month long relationship with lisa the only other time he had ever heard her scream like that was when she thought someone was peeping into her cubicle. It only meant one thing, she was freaked out.

Xander dropped his can to the floor, and ran to her. “what’s wrong baby, what is it”. She looked up at him with those eyes so sad, and pointed at the fat tanned guy that was checking her out. “he touched me” she replied in a very soft and sad tone. One that would make any man or woman want to protect her. As passer-by’s started together, the fat young man started to go on his own way, hoping to go unnoticed, hoping he could disappear into the crowd. Xander’s eyes did not leave him for a second, even as he told Lisa to sit down and just calm her self. With fury raging in his eyes, Xander clenched his fist and was ready to release all the fury that hell could throw onto someone on the scum bag that had touched his oh – so beloved girlfriend.

See Xander was really more of the calm sort, usually letting his mouth speak more than his hands he wasn’t one to believe in violence. But he did have a lot of violent thoughts. And for once in a really long time, well thirteen to be exact Xander was going to let hell lose on the basturd who couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

As Xander stood up, he ran through the gathering crowd despite his girlfriend frantically screaming for him not to.

He just shoved through the few people in front of him, and ran so fast, that within two seconds he had destroyed all the get away plans the fat man had to come up with.

here we go

the end to the monologue enjoy!

In this country where he resided, the only power was the government and the police. The gangs had no real power, no authority. The only people that feared the gangs were school kids and people who had problems with them. Gangs in this southern part of south-east asia had no real power or any appeal to people at all. Joining a gang, didn’t mean anything to people. You had no respect, no one knew who you were, no one feared you. You wielded no power earned little money, had no proper life. It means you lived in fear. It means no one knew who you are, you wear ridiculous clothes, get a bunch of tattoos the ugliest hair duo and weird hair colours.

They wore the ugliest clothes they could find. They would adorn gave them a certain amount of confidence. They hoped it gave them street cred as well. But most people looked upon them with disgust or surprise cause of what they wore. They did nothing but attract unwanted attention, raise their voices, and only bully people they saw lonely and afraid. They were scared of the police, and people they knew they would not be able to take on. They had no real purpose. Most of them or practically all of them had no purpose at all. They were mainly street gangs that scared no one. Secondary school kids seemed interested in them.

The street gangs allowed kids to feel safe, or superior and for the unlucky few to feel insecure and get bullied. There was no real order. No real big name to control what went on the streets. The underworld was a chaos no clear leader. No order that was the main problem, no one was smart or powerful enough to bring order. The law was strict and harsh. It was hard to commit crimes, when the punishments for most of them were death sentences. So the gangsters sought legal ways of making money. Legal but not necessarily moral. Prostitution brothels were their main source of income. And protection fees paid by their members. It was like joining a club. A club which required you to pay money every month. And for paying, they knew that no one would mess with them and get away. It was not hard to become a made man. Have a couple of friends in a gang, pay your way in and your part of them.

Becoming a gangster wasn’t hard. Staying one, now that was the hard part. Most of them who became gangsters quit by the time they were eighteen or nineteen realising that there was no real commitment, and there was no real future. People didn’t see a need to be a gangster, it didn’t make you rich or famous. It just landed you in jail. The few loyal ones that stayed on, eventually ended up as alcoholics, wife beaters, for those who managed to get married. The rest of them just relied on prostitutes for sex.

But the time for change was coming. As technology advances and the country becomes more advance, so do the people. It was time for a new era of gangsters; it was time for someone new, someone unlike the old types. Someone who had a different vision and would change the way things were done. And everything would come into a new order.

Asian Family

ive been writing for abit something new i came up with

Asian Family

Prologue

What is a gangster?

Who is he?

Is he anything more than a mere man?

Or is he someone to be remembered forever?

Who wants to be associated with him?

Who even wants to be him?

Does he live in constant fear?

Or does he live without any fear?

Does he have any regard for anyone?

Or is he above it all? Does anyone even like him?

Or does he have to find that out on his own?

What does it take to become a gangster?

Or is it just something that’s stupid and ends your life?

A gangster that is what some become, others well they want to be above the law. Above you and me.

Others, they are more than a gangster. They are something above a gangster. They are the epitome of the underworld. They run the streets and the way things are. People fear them. Yet many love them.

They are more than you and me. They feel like they are above the law.

The police and the government they do not fear. For they live in their own world. They are people who have people who will die for them. They are people who will never get caught. They are people who have families with no blood ties at all. They are the heads of the families they run. And there can only be one supreme one.

They are an elite group of people. So few, as to one in every region. They are the police; they become the law and the government. They are the epitome of a mafia don. And there is only one in this cosmopolitan city. Only one. He is not here yet. But soon he will be.

And he will be the only one.

The only head.

The only father of the family