Black Roses - Part 1

Black Roses – Prt 1


My brand new D&C fan fiction, not relating to any D&C fan fic I have previously written. Enjoy! I will place mature warnings in any part if necessary


"I don't want this moment, To ever end, Where everything's nothing without you. I wait here forever just to see you smile, Cause it's true, I am nothing without you."

“W-w-what do you want?” A young man in his early twenties asked, scared as hell.

“You know what I want” The gang member whispered to him, not daring to make too much noise in the alley way, where he pinned the man to the dark red brick wall, in the middle of the night.

“N-n-n-no, I d-don’t” The muscular gang member took a tiny step back, where his face was clearly visible in the moon light. Peach coloured skin, jet black hair with a spiked bright green mohawk, dark yet dangerous blue eyes and piercings. Many of them over his square shaped face, including an eye brow piercing over his left brow, which polishes his tough punk and delinquent look. “Duncan, please, I have a kid” The man begged Duncan.

“Your fault for getting your girlfriend pregnant at sixteen”

“Duncan, please, don’t do this, I beg you”

“Then give me the stuff, Andrew” Duncan pinned him back to the wall, this time, he pulled out his rough black hand gun and placed it against his head. Andrew gulped hard, his right hand clenched around the black garbage bag. “Oh, and I will shoot”

Even in the dark, it was obvious Andrew was sweating bullets and after a few moments of hesitation, the young man dropped the garbage bag and its contents onto the paved alley way ground.

“Now was that so hard?” The delinquent asked, and picked up the garbage bag with one hand, while his other hand held the gun pointing at Andrew. “Is this what we asked for?”

“Fifty grand” He gulped

Duncan took a peak into the garbage bag but didn’t turn the gun away, “Remember, if you ever tell anyone about us, we will find you and kill you or your family” He threatened, “You understand?” Andrew nodded and Duncan took out the bullets of the gun before he put it away in his jean pocket. He’s seen what’s happened when you put a loaded gun into your pocket and he didn’t want to risk injury or death, “Go, and next time, it would be easier if you just listen to our damn instructions so we don’t have to hunt you down, got that?”

“Y-y-yes” He replied before he scurried out of the alley way, trembling.

The gang member took out his cell phone afterwards, punched in a number, and pressed the phone against his right ear.

“Talk” The voice on the other line demanded

“It’s Duncan. I got the stuff”

“Good. Where are you now?”

“Some alley way in a shit part of town”

“Throw the contents into the garbage dumpster behind the supermarket near your house” Duncan understood that as soon as he threw the garbage bag, containing fifty thousand dollars in cold hard Canadian cash, the wads of the yellow/brown pieces of paper marked one hundred, his boss would send another member to pick up the garbage dumpster. This isn’t his first time doing this.

“Anything else, HP?” ‘HP’ is what all the twenty members of the gang called the leader; no one knows his real name. The only facts they know about him is that he’s thirty-seven and married, but he constantly cheats on his wife with strippers, prostitutes and models, simply for a one night stand. His wife is fully aware of it; she just doesn’t dare do anything about it since he’s the leader of this deadly gang known as ‘The Darkness’.

“Not tonight, head home”

Duncan thanked him then heard a click from the other line. HP never says goodbye and after two years of being in The Darkness, he’s used to it. The delinquent pulled his black baggy hoodie over his head and completed HP’s instructions before walking back home to his lady love.


The punk reached his dark street, where the street lights and the lights coming from the inside of his small sandy coloured brick house, lightened the street. She’s still up, wow it’s two in the morning. Duncan grew a smile on his face and unlocked his front door, where he was instantly greeted with a kiss.

“Hey” He whispered after he felt satisfied with the kiss.

“Hi” The young lady whispered back.

Duncan looked at his girlfriend, while having his arms wrapped around her waist and her arms were locked around his neck. She had tan skin, beautiful shoulder length and slightly wavy chocolate brown hair with brown highlights, dark brown eyes and a skinny figure. In his eyes, this is what beauty truly is. He took her hand in his and walked her to their living room, where they sat on the love seat cuddling.

“Did you get hurt today?” She asked him.

“Nah, the guy gave in, so I’m fine, Courtney” He kissed her forehead “You don’t have to worry about me”

“I can’t stop worrying about you, I love you”

“I love you too babe, but I’m alright. Your safety comes first, and I’ll always protect you no matter what, I swear.”

“Okay” Courtney knows about her boyfriend being a gang member after finding a gun in his clothes drawer in their bedroom, a year ago. The night following the gun discovery came with a lot of questions and seeing that the delinquent couldn’t make a good enough excuse, he told her the truth. He still wonders to this very day if that would harm her safety. “Can we go to bed?” Courtney asked and put her arms around Duncan’s neck, her hands sliding deeper into his back under his shirt “I missed you today”

Duncan grinned and lifted his love off her feet where she squealed and screamed playfully, kicking her feet into the air begging to be placed back onto the ground as Duncan brought her to their bedroom upstairs.

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“Argh” Duncan complained the next morning, awaken by the doorbell. “Go away” he muttered and ignored the bell and turned around trying to sleep again. Courtney got up and went to work a few hours ago so he knew it couldn’t be her at the door. Moments passed with a silence and the doorbell rang once again, and again, and again when the tired delinquent finally decided to get up and answer the door.

“I’M COMING!!!” He yelled then threw the white down blanket over their bed and went looking for his clothes from last night. Duncan found his clothes quickly, scattered on the floor around their bed along with Courtney’s lingerie all over their bedroom. He slipped on his boxers, a pair of black baggy jeans and a simple t-shirt and headed downstairs.

The doorbell rang furiously with no patience as Duncan made his way downstairs. “I’M COMING TO THE DAMN DOOR!! HOLD ON!!” He yelled.

“This is the police” A deep voice outside the house said “Open the door”