#c:eth

Turning around quickly, he held his hands up immediately, instinctively. “Nobody else has to die, mate.” Noah’s voice came out like a whisper. In truth - he was scared shitless. He had no idea what to say or do in this situation, and he almost believed no matter what he said or did he’d only end up in a grave, leaving his sisters behind. Clearing his throat, he nodded to the boy making the most sense. Arguing with his inner conscious over the pure fact that he should speak, he took in a breath and cleared his throat.  “What he said. You can take my phone, dude. It’s right there.” He spoke, pointing carefully to his phone laying face flat on the concrete. “I’ll give you my wallet, too, and my car. I.. Just need to get home to my family.” The male reasons, eyes shifting between the pair before a rather attractive girl made her appearance. He couldn’t help but to wonder why - or how she was involved in all of this. He nodded a bit at her words, mostly because she did seem like she was the one in charge despite the anger issue one branding a gun around. Chewing his lips, eyes looked back over to the male - Andrew, he had learned - and an eyebrow just slightly rose. “You don’t have to shoot me, mate. In fact - let’s just all go home and forget about tonight, eh?”

Andrew could only let out a sinister laugh as everyone around him pleaded for him to stop. It made him angry that Dixie was standing up for a stranger which in return led him to backhanding her; something that had happened a few times previous and was nothing new to the both of them. “Ethan, shut the fuck up and grab the rope to tie his hands together,” he spat as his gaze was still intensely focused on the witness while the gun was pointed straight at him. “I wouldn’t move if I were you. I don’t want your wallet, phone, or car because those things don’t guarantee that you won’t say anything to anyone, but I know something that will,” Andrew threatened with the smirk still plastered across his features as various ideas of what he could do to the male began to surface within his mind. “Dixie, don’t you fucking dare say anything to your father. This can be our dirty little secret, and if I find out that you did tell him, well then it won’t be pretty for you or this one here,” he stated as he shot her a glare before focusing his attention back to the male. “You won’t be going home tonight, so I hope you told your family that you loved them before you left,” Andrew replied. “What’s your name?” he asked.

Ethan swallowed thickly as he knew that this entire thing was a bad idea, and he didn’t want to cause anymore damage than what they had already done with murdering someone. He scrambled to grab the rope that was laying on the ground and walked over to the male slowly in order to tie up his hands as instructed by Andrew. Ethan hated everything about this and didn’t want the scared male to think that he had anything to do with this because he didn’t. He knew that being in a gang came with surprises, but he never thought it would turn out to be like this and silently cursed himself for taking this life path. His fingers shook violently as he grabbed both of the male’s hands and began to tie them together. “I’m really sorry. Dixie and I will try and get you out of this predicament, I promise,” Ethan stated under a whisper for only the victim to hear, so he wouldn’t be reprimanded for it by the one in charge. Once he was finished with tying his hands together, he scurried away and over to Dixie who was still holding her face from the slap that she had endured moments prior.

If a time machine was invented, and he had his hands on one he’d definitely be implementing it in this moment. He hadn’t meant to be in the spot - the wrong spot - at the time. If it wasn’t for the fact he needed something from the store, he probably wouldn’t be caught dead at this end of town. Taking in a shaky, nerve wracking breath he slowly backed up. “Oh my god,” He uttered, instantly dropping his phone against the concrete and listening as it smashed against the ground. He took careful steps back, turning his long frame to head back towards his car quickly in hopes the men hadn’t seen him - though there was a stinging feeling tingling down his spine that said otherwise. He could still hear the violent scream. The soul crunching shot that left the world to fall silent. “Shit, shit shit..” Asher muttered, barely taking two steps forward to his car. It was right there, not five feet away but he felt frozen solid. Beginning to think of something to say - though not much could get him out of this situation - he made the mistake of looking back at the scene and almost gagging on his own spit. The guy was dead, and so it seemed he would be too if his feet hadn’t began to move.

Andrew enjoyed nights like these where violence ensued and other gang members had the chance to finally taste what being in a gang felt like. He could have chosen to let the pitiful man live since he told them what they were needing to finish out the task at hand for their leader; however, he didn’t trust people which is why he found it best to put a bullet through his head instead. His attention was torn from the lifeless body when he heard a sound coming from behind him and immediately turned around to find a witness to the crime that they had just committed. A devious smirk danced upon his features as it seemed like tonight was his night to have some fun and didn’t feel like ending the festivities so soon. “It would be in your best interest to stay right there and not move,” the male demanded as he began to slowly make his way over to the other male while his brown hues eyed him up and down. Andrew didn’t recognize him from any of their enemy prospects, but he wouldn’t put it past anyone to have an inside informant that would ruin their entire operation. If it was just a mere citizen, then they were just shit out of luck on them being at the wrong place at the wrong time. “What’s your name?” he questioned as his hand still held the gun and wasn’t afraid to use it once again.

Ethan was new to this whole gang environment, and he was starting to question why he was even a part of it in the first place; however, it was too late to back out now. He was still in shock from watching someone die that he hadn’t heard anyone in the near vicinity of where it took place, but it seemed that an unfortunate soul had witnessed everything and now Andrew was going to jump on that opportunity to either scare the shit out of the person from not confessing anything that he just witnessed to potentially putting him in the same predicament as the rival gang member that laid upon the cold ground. His green hues watched as Andrew approached the stranger and felt his heart beginning to beat rapidly against his chest. It was enough seeing one life being taken much less the possibility of it being two. “Andrew, I think we should just let him go,” Ethan suggested but was quickly shot down by a sinister look from the one in charge which made his stomach churn in fear.