Severe Chapter I - Dirty Dog

[Sway]

Dirty Dog
I'm, I'm a dirty dog
I'm a dirty dog
I'm, I'm a dirty dog
Dirty Dog
I'm a dirty dog
Dirty Dog

I'm an outlaw (I'm an outlaw)
Quick on the draw (Quick on the draw)
Somethin you've never seen before (Never Seen before)
And I dare a mother<smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>er to come in my face
I got somethin chrome (I got somethin chrome)
And I got it from home (I got it from home)
And it ain't a microphone (It ain't a mic)
And I dare a mother<smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>er to come in my face
It's so real! How I feel!
Cause this society, that makes a nigga wanna kill!
I'm just straight ill! Ridin my motorcycle down the streets
While politicians - is soundin like strippers to me
They keep sayin, but I don't wanna hear it...

[Chorus]
Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Oooh baby you want me?
Well you can get this lap dance here for free

It's a raw night (It's a raw night)
Who wants to bar fight? (Who wants to bar fight?)
Well come on alright (Y'all come on)
And I dare a mother<smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>er to come in my face
Baseball bats (Baseball bats)
I got somethin for that (I got somethin for that)
It goes bla ka ka kat (You know what that is)
So I dare a mother<smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>er to come in my face
It's so real! How I feel!
Cause this society, that makes a nigga wanna kill!
I'm just straight ill! Ridin my motorcycle down the streets
While the government - they soundin like strippers to me
They keep sayin, but I don't wanna hear it...

[Chorus]

When you think of Harvey, think of a Harley
Blue denim, spiked wrists and narly
Slap-screws and tattoos that's all me
Two blondes, both arms feelin like Fonzie
You can find me drunk, whippin it might crash
Or find me chillin with crackers who like thrash
Find me in court, smokin that nice grass
Burnin the flag, all in the name of white trash
It's Harvey baby, Christ on the arm I'm gnarly baby
<smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont> with me? Not hardly baby
And you know the flow ungodly baby
So lets party baby..
Chicks nickname me prador, they get high off my <smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>
I take 'em to my home, they call it the <smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>-pit
Time for take off, they panties they drop quick
Now that's first class <smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>in, ain't that some fly <smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>?

[Chorus]
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In the green reflected room, the people of the drug-dealing gang, named Severe, sat around. Cigarette fumes went up to the ceiling, giving it a faint smokey effect to the room. The lights were down low, causing a shadow to hide Sway's dark green eyes in the dark. She sat on a chair, the cushions slightly ripped a bit everywhere, since when she had nothing to do, she just cut open the cushions to satisfy her pleasure of slicing something. She sat backwards, her chest resting against the back of the chair, her chin leaning on top. She listened to the others blurry conversation silently. Though she was the founder of this underground system, she seemed to be like the one the less in charge.

She had a sad expression on her face, most of the time, that is when she was bored, which is - most of the time. Her long black wavy hair rested on her shoulders. Her face had little asian details to it, making her some sort of exotic. Her glossy lips, her dark green eyes were useful tools when she needed to undercover to another's drug-dealer gang, mainly to kill him. All of the other gang leaders were male, oddly. She wore a white cut-up shirt, showing her belly, under her tight black jeans blazer along with a pair of leather pants. With a sigh, she sat up and ran her hand through her hair, taking out a pair of orange shades from her blazer's front pocket and put it on.

She rotated her neck as she spoke. "So ... What's happenin', guys ?"

She stood up slowly from her chair, pushing it back with her feet slowly. "I will not allow anyone coming here and toy with my clients."

Her clients. Satisfied customers that found happiness in the products she had made over the last year. A tiny little white bag, with the word Severe printed in it, in capital letters. Inside, was a little quantity of white powder, not to be taken too fast. It gave her clients a sense of power, some confidence and most importantly, more strength. Not dumb, of course she had made it so it could only last for a temporary time. So, they'd come back for more, like hungry vultures and also so that she'd make more --

"They are stealing my money, those [beep]in' [beep]holes." She muttered, angrily before kicking her chair violently across the room.

[Soraya Taveres]

"Damn straight they are."

Up until now, the most activity that had come from the blonde was little more than the occasional pop from her bubble gum. The girl had been engrossed in studying her fingernails, brooding as to how exactly she had managed to chip her right index finger. And to think, she'd undergone a painfully long and strenuous manicure just last week!

When at last it was evident that the damage to her nail was irreparable, and could not even be concealed beneath layers of varnish of any color, Soraya let out a frustrated sigh. The sound escaped more as a hiss through her clenched teeth and she kicked her legs off of the table they had been resting across, furious. Her cerulean eyes had an unnaturally aggressive - dare it be called sinister? - gleam to them, and which seemed rather unbefitting, given the woman's general appearance. Who would have thought that the blonde, blue-eyed, and exceptionally sought-after model was also part of a covert operation dealing with drugs?

Nail injuries aside, Sway's words had struck a cord. Profits were decreasing by the day, and they were no closer to locating the perpetrators than they had been two months ago. Severe was one of the most promising underground businesses around and with new customers, there also came new enemies. Their 'leader' had every right to be pissed - not that she usually acted any differently, but Soraya knew the brunette better than most. Sway had been too preoccupied with the company in recent weeks and the effects were beginning to show. She was genuinely concerned.

As Sway rose to her feet, Soraya reached up with a perfectly tanned arm to gently rest on the girl's elbow. "Come on, boo. Let's go kill some innocents... that always cheers you up," she cooed, flashing a sickeningly sweet smile that was designed to melt even the most thick-skinned of men.

[Sway]

Ah, the attractive one - Soraya.

The blonde girl there, who was staring at her nails a moment earlier, she wasn't some sort of snobby whore, though she was never embarassed to shake her <smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>. As she rested her hand on her elbow, Sway's dark green eyes fell on her. That sweet smile she always had, that seductive look in her eyes .... Then there was the agressive pissed-off look and the angry frown. Soraya Taveres wasn't an all-talk girl, which was generally what Severe would meet, if she would say something, she'd act. More often, she'd cut off a man's treasure, if she'd feel like it.

Well, Soraya = Not to mess with. It was that simple.

Sway took a deep breath and let her arms fall loose on each side of her. She didn't like showing her anger infront of the other members, who were like her family. But then again, she wasn't perfect.

"We already wasted two months on them. I will not waste another second." She scoffed.

"Someone better find out who they are, and soon ... And if I find out that it's Rath, I'm going to ... Ugh."

[Dead Sound]

"Going to what, love?"

Jake, known as Dead Sound on the streets, had just opened the door and stepped inside to catch Sway's last sentence. Taking his cigarette out of his mouth, he grinned a bit as he reached up and adjusted his sunglasses.

"Hey, Soraya," he said casually as he gave the blonde a good look over. She was the dream and desire of every man that laid eyes on her - stunning body, silky blonde hair, and sultry lips. Funny how looks can be deceiving.

Tapping the end of his ciggerate to let the ashes fall to the ground, he closed the door behind him before walking over to a ripped couch. Sway, the exotic beauty, was looking quite dangerous tonight. Well, that was a lie - she always looked like she was ready to rip someone apart.

"Did I come at a bad time?"

Since the question was rhetorical (and he would've ignored the answer given to him), Jake sat down and placed the cigarette back into his mouth. Waiting.

[Soraya Taveres]

At least Sway was attempting to calm down, and with some success. Maybe Soraya would recommend her old psychiatrist to the girl - those anger management classes actually weren't all crap.

"I remember Rath. He's kinda cute," she announced airily. That turned heads. Without looking up, Soraya began rummaging inside her handbag before continuing, "In that whole bastardly I'm-too-much-of-a-lazy-<smallfont color=#0060FF>-Censored-</smallfont>er-to-be-assed-to-make-my-own-<smallfont color=#0060FF>-Censored-</smallfont> sort of way, I mean." The tensed atmosphere relaxed a little. Better yet, she'd finally found the ideal shade of lipstick! Too bad it was always missing when she really needed it... that one she'd used to the clubhouse a few nights ago had been completely the wrong color - it was half a tone too dark!

Flipping up the mirror in her compact, she lightly painted over her lips. She was aware of Jake's eyes on her as she moved and, snapping close the clasp of her purse, she looked around at him, the smile still in place. "You didn't miss a lot, sugar. We were just discussing how life is a bitch." Soraya leaned forward to plant a glossy pink kiss on his cheek. The color smudged across his skin and, winking, she ran her finger over it teasingly. "Looks good on you."

[Sway]

Sway watched Jake go sit on the couch from the corner of her forest green eyes. The corner of her glossy lips curved up as she turned towards him, her arms crossing. She looked down on him, thinking silently for herself as Soraya did her 'thing'.

Jake, more known as Dead Sound in the dark streets of her territory.

He was unlucky enough to run into her and Soraya, in the past year, but strangely, he stuck by her side. It was hard to see what was going on in the man's mind. Behind his handsome smile and his hypnotizing eyes, there was a void of darkness. Pure black. And to Sway's advantage, a lot of girls were in love with Jake. Obviously, he was a hard player, a man-slut, the only male creature Sway would ever trust. In the past, she thought she was in love with him. She soon had her heart broken, as she caught him with other girls, flirting, touching, kissing, seducing ...

Sway bit on her lower lip.

Well, Jake was just that kind of man. She eventually forgot about it, since he was never hers to start with. He slowly regained her trust, and still today, though she doesn't feel for him, she still envies the girls that end up in his bed.

Anyways, Dead Sound = Pure evil. It wasn't something hard to understand, right ?

"Tell me you found something on our client-thieves, Jake, please."

[Dead Sound]

"For some strange reason, I never really thought of pink as my color."

Sarcasm laced his voice as he let Soraya run her fingers over the lipstick traces.

"Tell me you found something on our client-thieves, Jake, please."

He casually turned his head to glance at Sway, staring at her for a moment before replying.

"Well, there was this one girl - a brunette with this killer body - who I caught trying to find where our supplies were. Course, she didn't get too far."

Alright, so it was a lame attempt to make Sway smile, but hell! It had a sadistic ring to it, and that woman was into pain.

Jake sighed, taking the cigeratte out of his mouth and dropping it to the ground, stamping it out with the tip of his shoe. At the same time, he had taken off his sunglasses and folded them, showing the dark rings under his eyes. No matter how much fun it looked like to be in Severe, you didn't just come in to party. Believe it or not, there was responsibility, something he had learned the hard way.

"I don't know if this is important or not, but it sure as hell caught my attention. Last night I went to Ol' Smokes, a nice, clean bar. 'Course I ordered a couple drinks then left, and, seeing just how late it was, decided to take a shortcut through an alley. And then I .."

Here he reached up up and rubbed his forehead, grimacing.

"Then I saw this girl that looked familiar to Sway being beaten by these men. They were yelling at her incoherently, like the sadistic bastards they were, but there was one word that stood out - Severe. Our group. Before she could say anything, one of the guys pointed a gun towards her head and pulled the trigger. From where I was standing, it looked like a Daisy number 118 Targeteer, but dunno if that can help us in any way.

"Seems to me like someone out there is starting to get pissed and wants something more than our money. But, as I was saying, after they killed the girl the bastards took off their masks like complete idiots, and I was able to get this description: One black man, about five foot nine, had some sort of limp to his right leg. There were two white fellows with him - one with orange hair and a goatee, the other with blonde spiked hair. Does that help in any way? Because I have no idea just who the hell they are."

[Soraya Taveres]

"That's him, alright. Rath Ancabra," she said resolutely. "Wherever you find the most disgusting freaks this side of Coco District, you'll find Rath. Trust me, I know - we used to date." A pained look came over her face, her faultless skin crinkling in thought around the eyes. It wasn't an expression of hurt, or lost love... only fatigue for having had little sleep during the past few weeks due to business troubles, and partially for thinking back on Rath.

Soraya was no lover, not in the traditional sense. She would seduce and get into bed with any man necessary if it would ensure the success of the company. Affection wasn't in the job description. Her fling with Rath had lasted a considerably longer while, however: she had been a young street urchin, homeless and desperate. He came as a savior, with his promises of fame and fortune... a life of her own. All she had to do was give up her freedom and get addicted to the drugs his horde dealt with.

Now, after years of therapy, she was back in business - except this time, it was with Sway. She achieved success as a model on her own and now, both with her fashion career and their shady operation Severe, she had enough money to buy herself a new past and identity if she wanted.

If she wanted. But why bother? Nobody would ever suspect talented, beautiful Soraya Taveres of anything unlawful. The story wasn't a new one, but it was hers, and she'd come out of it on top.

Shaking her head clear, she looked up at the gathering with an air of determination. "I can lead you to him, but I don't want to get involved when it comes down to you actually meeting his bunch." Her jaws were clenched together with grim solemnity.

[Sway]

Sway frowned angrily. So it really was him. She put her hands together to crack her knuckles before grabbing her two silver guns, charging them up in her own style. She muttered curse words, insults, threats under her breath, her eyes filling up faster and faster with the fires of anger. She turned to Soraya, putting her weapons down on the straps, on each side of her leather pants. People knew it wasn't a smart thing to mess with her, but she wondered why they continued. Maybe it was to make her an even more pissed-off and stressed person than she already is, either way, she knew this was going to send her to an early grave.

"Just tell me where he is."

[Dead Sound]

"Soraya, when Rath finds out that the real Sway wasn't killed, he'll come back again - and who knows what the hell he'll do," Jake stated firmly.

And then, all the solemnity disappeared. Giving a grin, he watched as Sway took out her guns, charged them, then placed them in straps.

"You know, those things aren't safe. Sure you're ready to be playing with guns?"

His question was answered by a crude remark, making him laugh. Idly he began to turn his sunglasses around in his hands. It was obvious that Soraya didn't have a choice to reveal Rath's place.

"You know, you ladies can't go alone. You need an escort to accompany you."

Which, of course, was him.

[Soraya Taveres]

This was getting out of hand. "Hold it! There is no frelling way we can just go up to his 'hood and ask for our money back. I don't know about you guys, but I'm not suicidal." She watched for their individual reactions, waiting for Sway to calm down.

Once the situation had quieted down somewhat, she raised her voice again. "I've got contacts who can help me to track down Rath. After we know that, we need for him to find us... make it seem like we don't know nothing. We have to get him to play on our turf, and by our rules."

Sway looked about ready to charge out the door again, to which Soraya responded by placing her hand firmly on her shoulder and pressing down, forcing the brunette to sit. Had anybody else attempted the same thing, they would probably find a blaster aimed squarely between the eyes. "Jake, you come with me. And you, missy, need to learn how to keep your cool. You come now and you'll threaten not only your safety, but ours as well. Rath's men are already after you. They don't know us two are involved with Severe." She looked into Sway's eyes, awaiting some sort of confirmation.

[Sway]

Soraya was right, but Sway was just too pissed off to admit it. She crossed her arms, her anger still obvious physically and mentally. She had the same anger as a beast in cage. She clenched her fists, looking at the floor. She looked like a little girl whose mother took her toys away.

"Fine. You two go, and better come back soon."

[Soraya Taveres]

She nodded curtly and rose from her chair, glancing around to where Jake was sat.

"Let's go. (http://www.swforums.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=26237)"