full name
Dennis Jackson Lloyd
alias:
Viper.
"Dan" By his sister.
personal creed:
"It's not the bite that kills. it's the venom"
gender:
Male
age:
23 years of age
DoB: 13th May
orientation:
Straight
relationship status:
Single
family status:
Parents deceased, older brother named Benjamin and a younger sister named Lana
is the character in a gang/law enforcement agency/ citizen:
MS-13
state your industry and occupation:
Dennis works in the Human Services industry as an auto mechanic. He owns a repair shop for motorbikes and cars which he takes great pride in. But that is just a front for his true occupation. As the co-leader of the MS-13 gang alongside his brother, Benjamin.
personality:
The saying "don't judge a book by it's cover" doesn't really apply to Dennis Lloyd. He's what one might say an 'open book' - what you see is what you get. He has what most would consider a 'dangerous attitude'. In short, Dennis is bold, aggressive, defiant and most of all he's dominant. There's an aura of authority that seems to surround him. Having spent majority of his teenage years on the streets, amongst other gangs lingering the shadows and watching the filth of the world decay around him, Dennis has developed a rather hard exterior. He's cold, apathetic and the moment someone gives him a reason to, he will act like a total dick.
Although the majority of the time Dennis appears calm and collected, he is easily angered and has no remorse in killing or torturing people to get what he wants. And in the end he always gets his way. But the trait that tends to get on other's nerves is his self confidence. Dennis is very cocky and his confidence often borderlines arrogance. He tends to look down on others, at least until they have proven their worth. He's got a quick tongue to match his short temper and finds amusement in watching other's squirm. If you give him the chance he will belittle you until you are nothing but a mat beneath his feet. Like an animal he's drawn to fear, and if you show weakness he will use it against you. Hit you where it hurts the most.
Denis is the type that believes trust is something that takes years to earn yet one wrong move to break. He's stubborn and can often be described as one who doesn't forgive, and doesn't forget. If you crossed him once, and were left breathing, that black mark will be held against your name until you redeem yourself. An act that is near impossible to accomplish. Although even Dennis doubts if there is anyone who he cares deeply about beside his siblings, to those who he does consider 'close' to him Dennis is very loyal to and will go out of his way to look out for them. Even if his methods aren't always conventional - and more often than not, frowned down upon. And to the others? He has a total disregard for human life. He sees them nothing but pawns in his game and doesn't consider how his actions might affect others - only personal gain.
character image(s):
Dennis Jackson Lloyd
alias:
Viper.
"Dan" By his sister.
personal creed:
"It's not the bite that kills. it's the venom"
gender:
Male
age:
23 years of age
DoB: 13th May
orientation:
Straight
relationship status:
Single
family status:
Parents deceased, older brother named Benjamin and a younger sister named Lana
is the character in a gang/law enforcement agency/ citizen:
MS-13
state your industry and occupation:
Dennis works in the Human Services industry as an auto mechanic. He owns a repair shop for motorbikes and cars which he takes great pride in. But that is just a front for his true occupation. As the co-leader of the MS-13 gang alongside his brother, Benjamin.
personality:
The saying "don't judge a book by it's cover" doesn't really apply to Dennis Lloyd. He's what one might say an 'open book' - what you see is what you get. He has what most would consider a 'dangerous attitude'. In short, Dennis is bold, aggressive, defiant and most of all he's dominant. There's an aura of authority that seems to surround him. Having spent majority of his teenage years on the streets, amongst other gangs lingering the shadows and watching the filth of the world decay around him, Dennis has developed a rather hard exterior. He's cold, apathetic and the moment someone gives him a reason to, he will act like a total dick.
Although the majority of the time Dennis appears calm and collected, he is easily angered and has no remorse in killing or torturing people to get what he wants. And in the end he always gets his way. But the trait that tends to get on other's nerves is his self confidence. Dennis is very cocky and his confidence often borderlines arrogance. He tends to look down on others, at least until they have proven their worth. He's got a quick tongue to match his short temper and finds amusement in watching other's squirm. If you give him the chance he will belittle you until you are nothing but a mat beneath his feet. Like an animal he's drawn to fear, and if you show weakness he will use it against you. Hit you where it hurts the most.
Denis is the type that believes trust is something that takes years to earn yet one wrong move to break. He's stubborn and can often be described as one who doesn't forgive, and doesn't forget. If you crossed him once, and were left breathing, that black mark will be held against your name until you redeem yourself. An act that is near impossible to accomplish. Although even Dennis doubts if there is anyone who he cares deeply about beside his siblings, to those who he does consider 'close' to him Dennis is very loyal to and will go out of his way to look out for them. Even if his methods aren't always conventional - and more often than not, frowned down upon. And to the others? He has a total disregard for human life. He sees them nothing but pawns in his game and doesn't consider how his actions might affect others - only personal gain.
character image(s):
physical description:
Dennis, much like his sister, has a very pale complexion. He views the world through dark blue eyes and has a very strong and predominant jaw line structure and a face that easily burns itself into your memory. He stands at an average height of 183cm and despite the appearance of a casual build, he is quite toned and muscular.
Dennis has short black hair and often tends to keep one side of his head shaved shorter while the rest of his hair, especially the fringe, longer.
His body is covered in tattoos, mostly on the front of his neck, chest and arms. He has a few tattoos on his legs, and arms. The more predominant one is the famous Devil horns and the number '13' upon his back.
Aside from his tattoos, Dennis also has quite a few piercings. He has three piercings in his helix and two in his ear lobes. Dennis also has two cheek bone piercings and one in his nose.
unique skills and abilities:
Ever since he was a young lad, Dennis always had a deep interest and fascination with cars and motorbikes, or in truth - anything with an engine. He's a grease-monkey and has little to no trouble fixing, restoring or upgrading any vehicle - as long as he has the required parts. From the classic '65 Ford Mustang to your top of the notch luxury cars produced today.
As a personal hobby, Dennis has always enjoyed skateboarding. over the years he has become quite profound in the tricks of the trade and has even entered a few of the local competitions. His personal method is mixing the art of parkour and skateboarding together.
Yet his true talents however, shine where the law becomes none existent. Over his early teenage years Dennis was exposed to the dealings of his local gangs and has grown to be a skilled thief, dealer and harvester, but most importantly - killer. Despite lacking a muscular build many of the other guys have, Dennis is quick and cunning. He uses his knowledge of MMA fighting to bring a whole new game to street fighting. His personal favourite is a bare knuckle boxing move which knocks a man out with a single hit. And if you can't handle the force, it can quite often kill the man. That's where he got the nick name Viper.
strengths and weaknesses:
STRENGTHS
LONG RANGE:
Desert Eagle .50
Dennis, much like his sister, has a very pale complexion. He views the world through dark blue eyes and has a very strong and predominant jaw line structure and a face that easily burns itself into your memory. He stands at an average height of 183cm and despite the appearance of a casual build, he is quite toned and muscular.
Dennis has short black hair and often tends to keep one side of his head shaved shorter while the rest of his hair, especially the fringe, longer.
His body is covered in tattoos, mostly on the front of his neck, chest and arms. He has a few tattoos on his legs, and arms. The more predominant one is the famous Devil horns and the number '13' upon his back.
Aside from his tattoos, Dennis also has quite a few piercings. He has three piercings in his helix and two in his ear lobes. Dennis also has two cheek bone piercings and one in his nose.
unique skills and abilities:
Ever since he was a young lad, Dennis always had a deep interest and fascination with cars and motorbikes, or in truth - anything with an engine. He's a grease-monkey and has little to no trouble fixing, restoring or upgrading any vehicle - as long as he has the required parts. From the classic '65 Ford Mustang to your top of the notch luxury cars produced today.
As a personal hobby, Dennis has always enjoyed skateboarding. over the years he has become quite profound in the tricks of the trade and has even entered a few of the local competitions. His personal method is mixing the art of parkour and skateboarding together.
Yet his true talents however, shine where the law becomes none existent. Over his early teenage years Dennis was exposed to the dealings of his local gangs and has grown to be a skilled thief, dealer and harvester, but most importantly - killer. Despite lacking a muscular build many of the other guys have, Dennis is quick and cunning. He uses his knowledge of MMA fighting to bring a whole new game to street fighting. His personal favourite is a bare knuckle boxing move which knocks a man out with a single hit. And if you can't handle the force, it can quite often kill the man. That's where he got the nick name Viper.
strengths and weaknesses:
STRENGTHS
- independent
- street smart
- confident
- loyal
- good fighter
- his siblings
- his mother
- arrogance
- short temper
- recklessness
LONG RANGE:
Desert Eagle .50
SHORT RANGE:
Butterfly Knife
Butterfly Knife
And if he can get his hands on one:
Metal baseball bat
Metal baseball bat
background history:
Huh, didn't think it would be this easy to get my hand on my old police files. Those pigs are even dumber than I thought. Now.. lets see... what did they say about me
POLICE REPORT
CASE NUMBER: 2837
DATE: 18 May 2000
REPORTING OFFICER: Daniel Grey
INCIDENT: Eight year old boy crashes car into a neighbours fence
DETAILS OF THE EVENT: Young Dennis Lloyd, son of Director Lloyd, was found alone at night taking the neighbours car while he was unloading groceries and driving it into the fence.
ACTION TAKEN: Parents were fined and child was signed to therapy.
Ah yes, I remember this. My first little encounter with the cops. I remember them blaming it on a rich bastard kid that got bored of his toys. The fuckers didn't know a goddamn thing. But I did. Father was on one of his moods again, and Ben and I were watching TV too loudly while mum was in the bathroom. Of course he couldn't just fucking ask to turn the tv down. No, with him it was always a screaming match. I knew shit was getting bad when he threw the remote at us and smashed it on the wall. I ran off, I didn't want to deal with it. With him. I remember just wanting to get away. I ran out into the back yard and hopped the fence. I saw the neighbours, their car parked as he took out bags from the boot. The front door was open so I jumped in. It wasn't the first time I was in the front seat of a car, they always fascinated me. And the idiot had an automatic. So I did what I could at the ripe age and went for my escape. But it only ended with us in the fence. I think that.. that first attempt to escape...was my silverlining
POLICE REPORT
CASE NUMBER: 7603
DATE: 13 April 2002
REPORTING OFFICER: Daniel Grey
INCIDENT: Ten year old child used as a drug mule.
DETAILS OF THE EVENT: 10 year old young Mr. Dennis Lloyd was found in the back streets of Beverly Hills passing Cannabis to a known drug dealer. When encountered the boy seemed confused and claimed he was just 'passing things for a friend'.
ACTION TAKEN: Child was taken into the station and asked to identify the person who had given him the drug. The person involved was not on our database. The child was taken through a course about drugs.
I couldn't believe the fuckers actually bought the shit I was telling them. Of course I could identify the guy who gave me the weed. He's the one that's been showing me around. Whenever shit at home hit the fan I used to go to my room and hide away from everyone.. by that I mean I'd sneak out of the window and climb down the vine and walk around the streets. That's how I met him. Blade. I don't know what he saw in me, really, probably an escape route. But he took it. Took me in. Showed me what life after dark was like. I never told him who I really was, didn't think he needed to know. For months he was slowly explaining things to me.Things a 10 year old shouldn't understand, shouldn't know. I fit with him better than I ever did with Michael. He at least paid attention to me. What can I say, a kid needs that
POLICE REPORT
CASE NUMBER: 9750
DATE: 27 November 2003
REPORTING OFFICER: Daniel Grey
INCIDENT: Eleven year old child caught breaking into a store front
DETAILS OF THE EVENT: Again we found young Mr. Dennis Lloyd out on the streets after dark - this time attempting to break into a clothing store. But he set off the alarms.
ACTION TAKEN: Boy was taken to the station for questioning, signed up for another two months session of psychological evaluation and therapy. Parents were fined.
Ah, I remember this. It was a case of hitting two birds with one stone. It was my first trail to see if I can get in and out of a store. Get the goods and keep the pigs preoccupied while something heavier was happening just down the road. And I achieved it perfectly. Blade had shown me how to break into things. Cars. Houses. Stores. How to spot an alarm system, how to avoid setting it off. I got into the store, grabbed the cash I needed and got back out, putting it somewhere safe. Then it was time to put the spotlight on me. It was all to help out Blade. I knew I'd ended serving my ass on a platter with our father, but I didn't care. He didn't matter to me. Blade did. And with my baby sister around I fell between the cracks until spotlight came in the form of police sirens. Mother and our nanny were both disappointed, my father was furious. I couldn't sit on my ass for a goddamn week after he was through with me, but it was worth it. I past their trail. I was 11 and managed to get into the big boy's circle.
POLICE REPORT
CASE NUMBER: 10387
DATE: 15th June 2008
REPORTING OFFICER: Craig Taher
INCIDENT: Sixteen year old boy found smoking cannabis in a stolen vehicle.
DETAILS OF THE EVENT: 16 year old Dennis Lloyd was found in a stolen vehicle smoking cannabis, skipping school.
ACTION TAKEN: Child's history was checked. Previous records of criminal activity. Mother died 3 years ago. Murder: Beaten to death. Child was taken for a psychological evaluation. Result showed resentment towards the incident, use of drugs as a coping mechanism. No charges were placed due to circumstances. Child was taken into further therapy to help coping with the loss of his mother.
That was such a fucked period. Michael somehow walked away with it. With killing our mother. We know it was him, all of us. Even Lana knew, though I had to admit, I was surprised to see how much she understood of the situation. I was only 13 when he did it. On another one of his drunken angry nights. Her body beaten so badly she was hardly recognisable. I hated the man before but that... I just couldn't deal with the house any longer. Everything changed. Dennis, Lana, Remora. And especially our father. If he didn't play king of the castle before - he sure as fuck did then. And I just had to get away. I didn't want to be like him, didn't want to touch the poison that ran through his veins. So Blade showed me something else to take off the edge. The sweet release of weed. From her passing I was high more days than I was sober. I snuck out almost every night to get another hit. I no longer just past the drug from dealer to dealer. I became one. Spread it through our school like wild fire. Taxed a little more profit for myself than Blade new but who gives a fuck. No like he was a fucking saint. But that night I got caught was especially bad.
Dad was drunk by the time Lana and I got back from school. He tried his way with Remora but she could handle herself. The same couldn't be said for Lana though. Oh the colourful names he called her.. I don't think I'd ever seen her so terrified of herself. For once she even bought his crap. But who could blame her? She was only 10. She cried and tried to run off, but he wouldn't let her leave. It all happened so quickly I didn't even get the time to react. With one good smack across her face she was down on the ground in tears, begging for him not to be mad at her - like she did anything wrong. So I stepped in. I promised Ben I would look after her - and I'd make sure he would never lay a hand on her again. So he took it out on me instead, but I didn't give him the satisfaction of breaking. In the end he passed out on the couch before 4pm. I could still hear Lana crying in her room, asking our nanny why he was so mad, why he hated us so much. I couldn't take it. I wasn't Ben. I didn't know how to deal with her. So I went to cool off. I needed my own peace. So I stole a nice little porche and got high as a fucking kite. I didn't know the police even had me until I was talking to the psychiatrist - telling her how fucked things have been since mum died. Oh weed, you betrayed me that day!
POLICE REPORT
CASE NUMBER: 29497
DATE: 30 April 2010
REPORTING OFFICER: Detective Mark Williams, LAPD
INCIDENT: Michael Scott Lloyd found dead in a crashed car.
DETAILS OF THE EVENT: Director Michael Scott Lloyd was found dead in a crashed car on his way home. It appears to be an accident but I'm sceptical.
ACTION TAKEN: Onging investigation
Of course the cops would come knocking. Ben and I became suspects within no time, but we cleaned up after ourselves. Dad's wasn't the first body I had to dispose of and I knew how to avoid leaving a trace. They couldn't pin it on us despite how hard they tried. There was nothing they had on us. No connection to his death that they could find. Of course, Ben was clever enough to take care of the mess at home. I was out for the most night. I dropped Lana off at her friend's house so she didn't have to be alone with our father while we were out. But when I came home Ben was already back. With Michael on top of him, hands around his throat. I could tell you how it all went down but in truth it was all a blur. I just acted. No, I reacted. I wasn't going to let that piece of shit hurt my brother any more. Hurt anyone any more.We tumbled through the house but in the end I won. Being out on the streets enough made me stronger than he realised. By the time it was done his blood was over my knuckles, the prints of my fists colouring his skin. It felt so good to finally get to him. We didn't need to say anything - Benjamin and I - we already knew. We knew from the day he got to our mother, that we'd get to him. And this was it.Lana was out so it was just the three of us, for hours alone in the shed, with the worthless piece of shit bound and gagged suffering slowly as Ben had his revenge. I didn't step in, just enjoyed the show. I wanted him to suffer as much as Ben did. He had changed at university, he was stronger, darker, more sadistic than before. And I liked that. When he finally died I took care of the body, make it look like a crash, then found my alibi. It took a while for the case to finally settle. Almost four years past since we got rid of him before we could finally leave this stinking place. It held too many memories for all of us. We were finally free of him.
POLICE REPORT
CASE NUMBER: 75938
DATE: 12 April 2012
REPORTING OFFICER: Robert Hicks
INCIDENT: Drug Trafficking
DETAILS OF THE EVENT: Dennis Lloyd, a notorious member of the MS-13 gang in Hawaii had been caught selling drugs on the Big Island of Hawaii.
ACTION TAKEN: The man was arrested and taken into custody.
A lot of fucking idiots they are. Of course I got caught. I wanted to.. no.. I needed to. Things were going smoothly within the gang. Ben and I had managed to climb our way to the top of the food chain as you might expect. And after some close and careful deliberations with Benjamin, we decided that our reach needed to expend. And to do that I had to talk to one of the top dogs in the gangs on the main land. Trouble was, he had gotten himself caught and was now doing time behind bars. Permanent time. But as we've figured out, that's not necessarily a bad thing for business. The iron city came with some benefits. New friends you might say. So I got off with 6 months behind bars and a deal that was worth a lot more than that.
Huh, didn't think it would be this easy to get my hand on my old police files. Those pigs are even dumber than I thought. Now.. lets see... what did they say about me
POLICE REPORT
CASE NUMBER: 2837
DATE: 18 May 2000
REPORTING OFFICER: Daniel Grey
INCIDENT: Eight year old boy crashes car into a neighbours fence
DETAILS OF THE EVENT: Young Dennis Lloyd, son of Director Lloyd, was found alone at night taking the neighbours car while he was unloading groceries and driving it into the fence.
ACTION TAKEN: Parents were fined and child was signed to therapy.
Ah yes, I remember this. My first little encounter with the cops. I remember them blaming it on a rich bastard kid that got bored of his toys. The fuckers didn't know a goddamn thing. But I did. Father was on one of his moods again, and Ben and I were watching TV too loudly while mum was in the bathroom. Of course he couldn't just fucking ask to turn the tv down. No, with him it was always a screaming match. I knew shit was getting bad when he threw the remote at us and smashed it on the wall. I ran off, I didn't want to deal with it. With him. I remember just wanting to get away. I ran out into the back yard and hopped the fence. I saw the neighbours, their car parked as he took out bags from the boot. The front door was open so I jumped in. It wasn't the first time I was in the front seat of a car, they always fascinated me. And the idiot had an automatic. So I did what I could at the ripe age and went for my escape. But it only ended with us in the fence. I think that.. that first attempt to escape...was my silverlining
POLICE REPORT
CASE NUMBER: 7603
DATE: 13 April 2002
REPORTING OFFICER: Daniel Grey
INCIDENT: Ten year old child used as a drug mule.
DETAILS OF THE EVENT: 10 year old young Mr. Dennis Lloyd was found in the back streets of Beverly Hills passing Cannabis to a known drug dealer. When encountered the boy seemed confused and claimed he was just 'passing things for a friend'.
ACTION TAKEN: Child was taken into the station and asked to identify the person who had given him the drug. The person involved was not on our database. The child was taken through a course about drugs.
I couldn't believe the fuckers actually bought the shit I was telling them. Of course I could identify the guy who gave me the weed. He's the one that's been showing me around. Whenever shit at home hit the fan I used to go to my room and hide away from everyone.. by that I mean I'd sneak out of the window and climb down the vine and walk around the streets. That's how I met him. Blade. I don't know what he saw in me, really, probably an escape route. But he took it. Took me in. Showed me what life after dark was like. I never told him who I really was, didn't think he needed to know. For months he was slowly explaining things to me.Things a 10 year old shouldn't understand, shouldn't know. I fit with him better than I ever did with Michael. He at least paid attention to me. What can I say, a kid needs that
POLICE REPORT
CASE NUMBER: 9750
DATE: 27 November 2003
REPORTING OFFICER: Daniel Grey
INCIDENT: Eleven year old child caught breaking into a store front
DETAILS OF THE EVENT: Again we found young Mr. Dennis Lloyd out on the streets after dark - this time attempting to break into a clothing store. But he set off the alarms.
ACTION TAKEN: Boy was taken to the station for questioning, signed up for another two months session of psychological evaluation and therapy. Parents were fined.
Ah, I remember this. It was a case of hitting two birds with one stone. It was my first trail to see if I can get in and out of a store. Get the goods and keep the pigs preoccupied while something heavier was happening just down the road. And I achieved it perfectly. Blade had shown me how to break into things. Cars. Houses. Stores. How to spot an alarm system, how to avoid setting it off. I got into the store, grabbed the cash I needed and got back out, putting it somewhere safe. Then it was time to put the spotlight on me. It was all to help out Blade. I knew I'd ended serving my ass on a platter with our father, but I didn't care. He didn't matter to me. Blade did. And with my baby sister around I fell between the cracks until spotlight came in the form of police sirens. Mother and our nanny were both disappointed, my father was furious. I couldn't sit on my ass for a goddamn week after he was through with me, but it was worth it. I past their trail. I was 11 and managed to get into the big boy's circle.
POLICE REPORT
CASE NUMBER: 10387
DATE: 15th June 2008
REPORTING OFFICER: Craig Taher
INCIDENT: Sixteen year old boy found smoking cannabis in a stolen vehicle.
DETAILS OF THE EVENT: 16 year old Dennis Lloyd was found in a stolen vehicle smoking cannabis, skipping school.
ACTION TAKEN: Child's history was checked. Previous records of criminal activity. Mother died 3 years ago. Murder: Beaten to death. Child was taken for a psychological evaluation. Result showed resentment towards the incident, use of drugs as a coping mechanism. No charges were placed due to circumstances. Child was taken into further therapy to help coping with the loss of his mother.
That was such a fucked period. Michael somehow walked away with it. With killing our mother. We know it was him, all of us. Even Lana knew, though I had to admit, I was surprised to see how much she understood of the situation. I was only 13 when he did it. On another one of his drunken angry nights. Her body beaten so badly she was hardly recognisable. I hated the man before but that... I just couldn't deal with the house any longer. Everything changed. Dennis, Lana, Remora. And especially our father. If he didn't play king of the castle before - he sure as fuck did then. And I just had to get away. I didn't want to be like him, didn't want to touch the poison that ran through his veins. So Blade showed me something else to take off the edge. The sweet release of weed. From her passing I was high more days than I was sober. I snuck out almost every night to get another hit. I no longer just past the drug from dealer to dealer. I became one. Spread it through our school like wild fire. Taxed a little more profit for myself than Blade new but who gives a fuck. No like he was a fucking saint. But that night I got caught was especially bad.
Dad was drunk by the time Lana and I got back from school. He tried his way with Remora but she could handle herself. The same couldn't be said for Lana though. Oh the colourful names he called her.. I don't think I'd ever seen her so terrified of herself. For once she even bought his crap. But who could blame her? She was only 10. She cried and tried to run off, but he wouldn't let her leave. It all happened so quickly I didn't even get the time to react. With one good smack across her face she was down on the ground in tears, begging for him not to be mad at her - like she did anything wrong. So I stepped in. I promised Ben I would look after her - and I'd make sure he would never lay a hand on her again. So he took it out on me instead, but I didn't give him the satisfaction of breaking. In the end he passed out on the couch before 4pm. I could still hear Lana crying in her room, asking our nanny why he was so mad, why he hated us so much. I couldn't take it. I wasn't Ben. I didn't know how to deal with her. So I went to cool off. I needed my own peace. So I stole a nice little porche and got high as a fucking kite. I didn't know the police even had me until I was talking to the psychiatrist - telling her how fucked things have been since mum died. Oh weed, you betrayed me that day!
POLICE REPORT
CASE NUMBER: 29497
DATE: 30 April 2010
REPORTING OFFICER: Detective Mark Williams, LAPD
INCIDENT: Michael Scott Lloyd found dead in a crashed car.
DETAILS OF THE EVENT: Director Michael Scott Lloyd was found dead in a crashed car on his way home. It appears to be an accident but I'm sceptical.
ACTION TAKEN: Onging investigation
Of course the cops would come knocking. Ben and I became suspects within no time, but we cleaned up after ourselves. Dad's wasn't the first body I had to dispose of and I knew how to avoid leaving a trace. They couldn't pin it on us despite how hard they tried. There was nothing they had on us. No connection to his death that they could find. Of course, Ben was clever enough to take care of the mess at home. I was out for the most night. I dropped Lana off at her friend's house so she didn't have to be alone with our father while we were out. But when I came home Ben was already back. With Michael on top of him, hands around his throat. I could tell you how it all went down but in truth it was all a blur. I just acted. No, I reacted. I wasn't going to let that piece of shit hurt my brother any more. Hurt anyone any more.We tumbled through the house but in the end I won. Being out on the streets enough made me stronger than he realised. By the time it was done his blood was over my knuckles, the prints of my fists colouring his skin. It felt so good to finally get to him. We didn't need to say anything - Benjamin and I - we already knew. We knew from the day he got to our mother, that we'd get to him. And this was it.Lana was out so it was just the three of us, for hours alone in the shed, with the worthless piece of shit bound and gagged suffering slowly as Ben had his revenge. I didn't step in, just enjoyed the show. I wanted him to suffer as much as Ben did. He had changed at university, he was stronger, darker, more sadistic than before. And I liked that. When he finally died I took care of the body, make it look like a crash, then found my alibi. It took a while for the case to finally settle. Almost four years past since we got rid of him before we could finally leave this stinking place. It held too many memories for all of us. We were finally free of him.
POLICE REPORT
CASE NUMBER: 75938
DATE: 12 April 2012
REPORTING OFFICER: Robert Hicks
INCIDENT: Drug Trafficking
DETAILS OF THE EVENT: Dennis Lloyd, a notorious member of the MS-13 gang in Hawaii had been caught selling drugs on the Big Island of Hawaii.
ACTION TAKEN: The man was arrested and taken into custody.
A lot of fucking idiots they are. Of course I got caught. I wanted to.. no.. I needed to. Things were going smoothly within the gang. Ben and I had managed to climb our way to the top of the food chain as you might expect. And after some close and careful deliberations with Benjamin, we decided that our reach needed to expend. And to do that I had to talk to one of the top dogs in the gangs on the main land. Trouble was, he had gotten himself caught and was now doing time behind bars. Permanent time. But as we've figured out, that's not necessarily a bad thing for business. The iron city came with some benefits. New friends you might say. So I got off with 6 months behind bars and a deal that was worth a lot more than that.