Title: Gangs of Shortland Street
Characters: Chris Warner, Rachael McKenna, Vasa Leve, Bella Cooper, Zac Smith, Phoenix Warner
Word-Count: 1010

As I take my daily stroll down the hall ways of what used to be the famous 'Shortland street Hospital' I take note of the darkness that the Hospital had now become. Each patient room draped with long velvet curtains blocking the outside from peeping in. Each hospital plain looking chair had now been replaced with comfortable couches. At the front desk where Bella use to sit and greet people, now had been occupied by an even more attractive Bella, dressed in a tight mini leather skirt and top which deemed revealing to the outside world.

"Pimp-daddy Chris" with her wide innocent smile directed to me. She ran from the front -pink decorated- desk to greet me with a royal kiss. Although her greeting is one of my favorite part of the day, I have to show her who has control. Me. In one swift move, I slap her with the back of my right hand, and demand "Bitch. Get me Ray-Chay on line one. I got a bone to pick with that loose women." With no hesitation, or complaint, she did what she was told. A piece died in side every time she looked away in pain. But that was the business I asked for. She hands me the phone and I snatch it off her, giving her a dirty look.

"Ray-Chay, my dear ex-wife. How is my brother Zac treating you" I know exactly what is happening on the other side of this call. At this particular moment, Zac has Ray-Chay with a gun to her head, demanding that she and her gang leave the drug trade in Auckland to me and my kingdom of a Brothel.

"Chris... two words. SCREW YOU!" chucking a spit. My guess, directly into Zac's face. A smile creeps onto my face when I hear a thud. My guess, Zac punching the face of Ray-Chay. Yess!

"Ok. Ok. Ok. what do you want exactly eah?" her new choice of vocabulary created a different, dirtiness to the old clean, mature and problem-free Rachael McKenna.

"Well, the almighty gang lord, Ray-Chay has finally given up" I say sarcastically.

"Hurry up bustard!"

"I want you to give me back Phoenix and Harry and move your drug trade down south. I own Auckland!" the taste of these words finally coming out to the person who knew me inside and out and used it to her advantage almost made me feel victorious until she cut me off

"One question ma'Bro. Why you send me over Zac all alone? huh boy?" my guess was that these words were dancing through a grin she  had on while looking directly at poor Zac. 

"Chris" a  male voice, familiar. Zac? F---en BUSTARD!

"So I see. Alcoholic and Rapist played me at my own game. So what is your gain from this?" the frustration was hidden ever so well in my tone. I began pacing the entrance, scratching my head trying so hard not to sound annoyed. 

"Chris, since..." I hung up on Zac before he was able to complete his sentence. I turned over to Bella and demanded "Ring Vasa Leve. NOW! tell her to look for Roimata. Bring her and her baby here! Now!" 

Frustrated, I hurried across the street to my number one drug dealer Murray, who sold at his bar. Before taking a seat in the same ol' looking bar, Vasa appears dressed in black. BAD-ASS

"Sir, your package is in your office." As I analysed Vasa, the death of Ula changed her dramatically. She's become the most feared women in my brothel and in these streets. BAD-ASS

From outside my office, I hear little cries being hushed by a female voice. I enter to find exactly what I asked for. "Vasa. You have done it again." I hand her her pay cheque and in an instant she disappears. I stood at the door and stared at my new leverage. Yessss!

"What do you want from me and my baby? Please. Don't hurt us." She pleaded.

I could not help but let out a forced chuckle. "Roimata, I am not like anyone here. I know, that child you hold is Zac's. Not T.K's"

A phone-call breaks the intensity between Roimata and I. 

"Chris, if you hurt them. I. WILL. KILL. YOU." I grab Roimata's hair causing her to scream in fright and in agony. Laughing into the phone ending it immediately.

I sit from a distance and watch Roimata as food is being placed in front of her, she doesn't move, she just coos and settles her kid. Zac bursts into the office room, with a gun in the air. His child and Roimata hide in fear, but this doesn't bother me. I expected it all. Accompanying Zac were four other men from Ray-Chay's gang also holding different sized guns in both hands. One of the men looked very familiar "Phoenix?" My worst fears were now being confronted. How could that bitch! I had not seen my son in almost three years due to this battle that had been brewing between Ray-Chay and I. Staring at Phoenix, I order Roimata and her child to move to the next room, and to close the door behind her. Shit is about to get real.
As soon as the door was shut tight, I lunged quickly towards Zac punching him in the face. Causing him to fall to ground, before he could do anything I grabbed his gun and shot him in the forehead. Turning on my back I release three bullets in the direction of there legs, they fall to the ground. My last set of bullets pierced their temples, killing them instantly. I turned towards a scared Phoenix,
"Phoenix. Put the gun down."
"Put your one down first eah"
"Ok." I place the gun down and push it towards him, with my hands in view so he knew I was not a threat. I was fooled. Again. Phoenix raised his gun, pressing the trigger, a bullet came my way, hitting my shoulder.
Hit-list: Phoenix. Ray-Chay


Links:
1. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4696769/1/Hold-On
2. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5681148/1/Forever-Lost
3. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4867366/1/Troubled-Times
4. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4992545/1/Playing-With-Fire