Legion.
Chapter One.
The store owner smiled as he placed the 'Protected by Legion Security Services' private security sticker on the door. He looked at a hoodie-wearing scumbag staring at him through the window. The storekeeper winked at one well-known shoplifter as they were called on the street. He smiled again, a challenge for him and his little team of 'Lyfters' to try their thievery- he wanted them to try it on. He wanted to see Legion deal with these little bastards.
Of course, Lackey saw the sign and immediately rummaged for his phone and called his lieutenant, Macy,
"We gotta meet up. O'Dell has a Legion sticker on his window, he's asking for it!" He hurried down the sidewalk, weaving his way to Macey's rundown apartment. Macey was a great little thief and under Lackey's tutorship had been making a good living, dollars enough for anything they needed and groceries to live on, taken at will from the dozen or so stores down main street. His reign was uncontested and without interference from police or the other private security firms. This 'Legion' would be no different. On reaching Macey's apartment building, his little gang of 'Lyfters' were waiting.
"O'Dell has thrown down the gauntlet, he gave me a shit-eating grin and winked at me. So, we hit him hard," Lackey looked at their faces, Macey a dirty blonde skinny girl with rings on all her fingers and one through her nose. She had black eye makeup, and dressed in her usual army surplus, her small titties unfettered with a bra poked out from the vest. Lucky, another blonde girl with her usual goth makeup chewed on the ever-present gum in her pretty black lipstick mouth. Lackey had fucked both the girls, as his usual audition process and occasionally they would join him in bed to keep their position in the gang, which suited Lackey down to the ground. The other three gang members were his muscle; Brad a former college linebacker, Jazzy a weaselly little runt with a nasty violent streak and finally the short skinhead called Zero. Zero was the new boy and Lackey wanted to blood him today.
"So, when do we do this?" Jazzy spat on the sidewalk. He wanted Lackey's top spot and fancied having Macey and Lucky suck on his cock, when he took over, but he wasn't ready yet.
"Now, O'Dell is making us look weak and he's gotta pay." That was all it took, and the gang shambled down the sidewalk, pulling hoods up, scarves slid over noses and within a few minutes reached the store. Lackey didn't need to speak to his followers they knew the drill, but he wanted O'Dell to be marked for his challenge, he nodded to Jazzy. Jazzy smiled and knew his sharp knife would have business today.
The girls tumbled into the store and made their way to the back of the store, which was surprisingly empty. The muscle threaded themselves down the other side of the middle aisle. They couldn't have predicted what would happen in the minutes that followed. Lackey and Jazzy stood in front of the counter opposite O'Dell.
"You old man. You make a big mistake. You don't frighten us with your new CCTV stocker!" Lackey spat on the countertop, "You old, man. We take what we want, and you don't do nothing!" Lackey held out his hand, "You pay a toll now, old man!"
"Yeah!" Jazzy pulled his knife.
Then all went black.
Lackey turned around and tried to see the others but couldn't The blackness was thick and heavy and he felt the icy finger of fear. His heart pounded and then suddenly, he was standing in the store but now, others were standing next to each of his gang. One stood next to him, and he looked up. The guy had to be seven feet tall!
"Hey, what the fuck!" Lackey swore. The man was pale, dressed in a black uniform and his eyes looked into him, and now Lackey felt his consciousness drain from him.
"We are Legion. You were warned." The man's voice was thin and cold and then the blackness came again to Lackey.
