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Fall Of The Father, Rise Of The Son Part 1

AN: Well we are at the chapter everyone was waiting for. Hope you enjoy it, and sorry for the wait. I'll will update irregularly. And here we go!



Detroit, Michigan 1994
October 29th 8:27 PM
One Day Until Devil's Night


Saint knocked on the door to his father's office/boardroom/bedroom, something strange had been going on with his ring.

"Enter." Came his father's voice from inside the room. Saint walked on inside and looked around.

The room hadn't changed much in the last few months. It was still dark and cold just the way his dad and mom liked it. There was a new addition however and that was the form of a bound and gagged crying teenage girl. She was attractive with long brown hair, blue eyes, and body to die for, which she probably would. There were tears on her face and it was obvious she had been sobbing.

She was currently looking hopefully at Saint. Saint mentally shrugged, it couldn't hurt to play a little could it? Saint painted a shocked and horrified expression on his face, modifying his body language appropriately.

"Oh my God!", Saint said, his voice sounding surprised, as he rushed over to the bed and began to fake trying to untie her. The girl's muffled screams prompted Xander to remove her gag.

"You have to get out of here!" The previously gagged girl told him urgently.

"Not until I've got you free!" Xander told her, hiding his smirk, as he continued to fake untying her.

"NO! You don't understand there's a sicko around here!" She tried to warn him.

"What a coincidence. There's one right here too." This time Saint didn't try to hide the darkness in his voice, as he caressed her breast. The girl realized what was going on, judging by the hopeless sob she let out. Saint smiled to himself, nothing felt quite like breaking someone. The feeling differed from person to person.

"Enough Saint." Top Dollar called as he walked confidently down the stairs. "Business first, then pleasure. Now what is it you wanted to talk with me about."

"The Ring Of Deidre has been warming up lately. More and more often, actually. But it's stayed warm for the last hour." Saint told his father, slightly disappointed that he hadn't got to play with the girl a little more.

"Interesting." Lavelle said thoughtfully as he walked over to the window and gazed out at the city. "What's the longest it's stayed warm before tonight?"

"Fifteen minutes." Replied Saint as he watched his father patiently.

"Hm. Well I don't know what to tell you Saint, except that it might be close to activating." His father shrugged. "Now you might want to leave, your mother and I have plans."

"I've noticed." Xander smirked as he left.


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Detroit, Michigan 1994
October 30th 2:12 AM
Devil's Night


"So your telling me that Tin-Tin and Fun Boy are fucking dead and we don't know who the hell killed them!" Saint roared at his father. Top Dollar calmly stood up and back handed his son, sending him to the floor, then he crouched down next to his son and grabbed Saint's chin, forcing Xander to look up at him.

"Your my son and I love you, but if you EVER talk like that to me again, then I will have you skinned. Do you understand me?" Top Dollar said harshly. Saint, unable to do anything else, nodded in agreement. "Good."

"Now as I was saying, Gideon's Pawn Shop was burned down, and I think it was connected, so Grange's is getting Gideon and bringing him here. I will question him." Seeing Xander open his mouth, Top Dollar continued. "And no you can not attend."

"Why not?" Asked Xander as he got off the floor, rubbing his jaw.

"Because you're too emotional right now. You have got to get control of yourself and your emotions. Remember the lessons of power I taught you? Apply them. If you can not control yourself, then you can not control other's." Lavelle told his son.

"Now go and calm down. I'll call for you if I learn anything."

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Detroit, Michigan 1994
October 30th 7:45 AM
Devil's Night


The annual Devil's Night meeting was starting and Xander was following his parents, Skank, and Grange, who was dragging Skank. They all assumed their usual positions, with the exception of Grange and Saint. Grange stood to Top Dollar's right and Saint stood to Myca's left as she stood to Top Dollar's left.

"Boys." Top Dollar greeted. "It seems our friend T-Bird won't be joining us this evening on account of a slight case of death." Top Dollar told the gathered gangsters who laughed at his joke.

"Wanna sit him down?" Top Dollar told Grange who nodded. Skank moaned in pain as he was slammed down in the seat T-Bird usually sat in at these meetings.

"Well, well, well, Devil's Night is upon us again. So we throw a little party, start a bunch of fires, make a little profit." Top Dollar said smrking.

"I like the pretty lights." Myca said dreamily. The gangsters laughed, and judging by the look on his mom's face, Xander was willing to bet she didn't like it at all.

"The problem is, it's all been done before," Top Dollar continued. "You see what I'm saying?"

"That's no reason to quit." Kai Makamoto, leader of The Burning Blossom Gang, spoke up.

"Wrong." Top Dollar disagreed. "Best reason to quit, the only reason to quit."

Top Dollar stood up to look at every gangster at the table. " A man has an idea." He said as he began to walk around the table.

"The idea attracts others, like-minded." He continued.

"The idea expands, the idea becomes an institution. What was the idea?" He asked, though it was obvious he didn't want an answer.

"You see that's what has been bothering me boys. 'Cause I'll tell ya when I used to think about the idea itself, it would put a big ol' smile on my face." Top Dollar stop walking and leaned over the table.

"You see, gentlemen, Greed is for amateurs. Disorder, Chaos, Anarchy. Now that's fun!" Top Dollar said hypnotically.

"What about Devil's Night?" Questioned Tony Duran.

"What about it?" Top Dollar repeated. "I stared the first fires in this Goddamn city. Before I knew it, every charleton or shit heel was imitating me."

"Do you know what they have now? Devil's Night greeting cards. Isn't that precious." He sneered at the thought.

"Yeah." Top Dollar sighed. "The idea has become the institution boys. Time to move along."

"You don't want me to do 'light my fire' time for the whole city?" Asked Johnny B.

"Nnnnoooo." Top Dollar drawled. "No, I want you to set a fire so goddamn big, the gods will notice us again, that's what I'm saying. I want all you boys to be able to look me straight in the eye one more time and say: ARE WE HAVING FUN OR WHAT?!?!"

"Hey you!" He pointed at Skank. "What's your name?"

Skank looked terrified, "Huh? Un, wha, Skank."

"Skank! You don't feel that!?!?" Asked Top Dollar wildly.

"I feel like a little bitty worm on a big fuckin' hook." Skunk stuttered looking terrified. The whole room laughed at Skank who looked like he just pissed himself.

"I feel like a little worm on a big fucking hook." Top Dollar repeated laughing. "Well boy, your momma must be damned proud of you."

Then a crow cawed as it landed on the boardroom table, making everyone stop laughing as they looked at it. Everyone, but Skank who yelled in fright when he saw it.

"How the hell did that thing get in here?" Top Dollar asked to nobody.

"Gentlemen!" A voice greeted suddenly as it's owner stepped out of the shadows, and walked confidently toward the table. As soon as the stranger spoke, every crook stood up from the table and pointed their impressive collection of firearms at him.

As soon as Saint saw him the ring started burning hotter than it ever had before, he grabbed it from it's place on the necklace he wore around his neck. It cooled back to a more manageable temperature as quickly as it had heated up. He looked from the ring to look at the man who was now sitting Indian style on top of the table.

He looked be of average height and had a thin build. He was wearing a black spandex shirt that had been taped up several times with black electrical tape and black leather pants with brass buttons. His hair was wavy, black, and shoulder length. He wore white make up with black slashes above and below the eyes with a thin, black, evil smile painted on his lips. Xander's first thought when he saw Eric Draven was, 'That son of a bitch stole my hair style!'

"So you're him, huh?... The Avenger, The Killer of Killers. Nice outfit, not sure about the face though." Top Dollar said to Draven.

"I just want him." The Crow said as he pointed at Skank, who was being restrained by Grange.

"Well you can't have him." Lavelle said smugly.

"Well, I see you've made your decision." Draven said as he stood up and stretched out his arms. "Now let's see you enforce it."

"Aw, this is already boring the shit out of me. Kill him!" Ordered Top Dollar.

What happened next could only be described as a massacre. Gunshots tore through the air and nailed the late Eric Draven. Hundreds of bullets hit The Crow until fell backward off the table.

"Oooh. That had to hurt." Laughed Top Dollar and the other gangsters.

One of the bodyguards walked over to inspect the body and after looking everywhere announced, "He's gone!"

Right after the bodyguard said those words, a shot gun blast nailed him right in the head. Everything went to hell after that gangsters were being shot left and right. Saint distantly heard his father calling him as Grange tried to get to him.

Saint's attention was completely on Draven now, though. This man had killed T-Bird. This man had killed Tin-Tin. This man had killed Fun Boy. This man had threatened his family. This man was going to die.

Saint pulled out the small dagger he had hidden in his boot and walked up to the painted man. When Eric saw the thirteen year old he hesitated and that was when Saint made his move. Moving like lightning, Saint slashed Draven across the throat. As the blood gushed out spaying Xander across his chest and face, Saint realized he must of hit an artery. Smirking triumphantly Saint turned his head up to look Draven in the eyes, when the blood stopped gushing.

Saint saw it in slow motion as a katana, one of his father's he noted dimly, swung and cut him across the thoat. Saint turned and stumbled toward Grange as Eric turned back to fighting the gangsters. Grange caught Xander in his arms as the boy started to fall. As the lights dimmed Xander heard his father saying something about a hospital.

Through all of this nobody noticed the ring on Saint's chest, coated with the blood from Eric Draven, start to glow.



END OF CHAPTER


AN: I know you hate me for the cliff hanger. But I couldn't resist. Read and Review.