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Pete couldn't believe what he saw. He and his 11 friends were standing in silence in the large, open park as the sunlight kissed the clouds in random splashes of pink and blue. His best friend, Jay, stood rigid beside him, weilding a burning gaze toward five figures heading steadily toward them.
   Each and everyone of the Trinity gang had their own theories as to why Jude had been sneaking around and acting so strange lately. His stick thin body was usually buzzing in paranoia about something or other, but lately, something big was causing his persona to twitch without ceasing. As the large, tired gang slouched in a huddled mass, they spotted who was coming. Every muscle tightened, and fists clenched into iron as Jude smiled wickedly, surrounded by the most feared gang in all of New York.
   Four burly members of the Golgotha gang approached, Jude strutting in front of them, chin stuck high in the air, and arms tighly folded across his chest. His lips curled around his bleached teeth in a sickly smirk, and a gleam of greed clouded his eyes.
   "Jay, my man," he purred coolly. "Long time no see, huh?" Jude sprung forward, a little too quickly, and put his arm around Jay, who shrugged the gesture off in disgust. At this greeting by Jude, the largest of the four Golgotha members hesitantly reached for his sidearm, hidden beneath the bulk of his gray trenchcoat.
   "Do what you've come for, traitor," Jay whispered almost mournfully. Pete couldn't stand it any longer. He reached to his side for his pistol and expertly aimed a warning shot at the towering Golgotha who had been reaching for his gun, clipping the skin off the adolescent's ear. The rival reeled back in surprise, whipping his palm to the side of his head.
   "Stop!" Jay jumped in front of Pete's weapon, spreading his arms apart. "Using guns isn't gonna solve our problem! We're not gonna blow each other's brains out, y'hear?" Pete lowered his gun immediately in obedience, as did the rest of the Trinity members who also whipped out their weapons after Pete's shot. Even the snarling Golgothas seemed to calm themselves at the leader's words.
   Pete, and everyone in the Trinity gang always intently followed and listened to Jay, except for Jude, of course. Jay represented everything that Pete and the others could ever hope to be, and more. Jay guided them as a leader, and also comforted them as a friend.
   "Now, finish the treachery you started, Jude," Jay hissed, glaring at the four Golgothas, who, in turn, grinned wickedly back at him. They all knew he would prove to be an easy defeat. Jude had told them so during his lengthy description of the sinister plan.
   Benjamin, the Golgotha nursing his wounded ear, thundered in his booming voice, "Hand him over, Jude, or you don't get the dough."
   "Ah, s-sure, Benny," Jude whimpered, finally letting his true, cowardly disposition show thruogh. Jude, regaining his fake courage after the threatening Golgotha ceased speech, sauntered toward Jay like a tiger coming upon easy prey, and grabbed him firmly by the shoulder. He shoved Jay along the short distance through the lush grass, back to where the Golgothas stood menacingly. Jay, the Trinities' best and most fearless leader, went without the slightest hint of retaliation, excluding the angered, and somehow melancholy glare he aimed at Jude.
   Pete marched forward and stiffhanded Jude out of the way, desperately wishing to understand what was happening, and desireing a few rushed words with Jay.
   "Jay, what are you doing? Why are you leaving us?" Pete cried, in fear and frustration, confusion wavering in his voice.
   "This must be done, Pete," Jay whispered sadly. The leader's words were so hushed, Pete had to strain to listen to him.
   "If I don't go, the whole Trinity gang will be massacred. In sacrificing myself, it will save all of you. Trust me, Pete," Deep down in the depths of the defeated friend's heart, he understood that Jay knew exactly what he was doing. Jay always knew what he was doing. Yet that thought still couldn't quench the feellings of fear and hurt Pete felt inside.
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I'm gonna have to write the rest of it later (it's 11:00pm!!)
sorry to leave you guys hanigin'!
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Okey dokey, here's the rest of it:

   "Move it!" Ben bellowed, shoving Pete to the muddy ground. He grasped Jay harshly by the arm and dragged him away as a seperate Golgotha pushed 300 dollars into Jude's grimy, outstretched hand. Jimmy, another Trinity member, stepped out of the mass of the defeated and hopeless group. He too honored Jay as a loyal friend.
   "How could you?" Jimmy spat at Jude. His tone was frantic and helpless despite his calm, collected stature. "They're gonna kill him, you know."
   "What? Y-you think they really would do that?" Jude asked, honest fear showing through his aqua eyes.
   "What else did you think they would do to Jay after you sold him off to them?!" Pete screamed at Jude. Then, in a fit of merciless rage, Pete swung his clenched fist back and jammed it straight into Jude's square jaw. At that, Pete turned his back on Jude and stomped away in anger and frustration. The rest of the Trinity gang followed suit, and left Jude all alone in the Park. No one came back to comfort him. No one wanted to comfort a traitor.
   Jude sat dumbly in the wet grass, cupping his bloody mouth with a trembling hand. He clutched the earth as if to steady himself and gather his haunting thoughts. Tears clouded his eyes as he watched his friends get further and further away. He was branded a traitor, and he knew it well, yet it was then, watching his friends leave that he truly felt anguish for what he'd done to Jay. He noticed a glint of metal lying in the tall grass. It was a weapon that someone had dropped to the ground, with one bullet left.
   Pete gasped as he heard the gunshot echo throughout the park. He and his friends whipped around to see Jude's body fall limply into the dirt. The three hundred treacherous dollers circled around him on the breeze. The gang membeers turned away quickly, huddled on the grass together, and cried.

Description
Pete couldn't believe what he saw. He and his 11 friends were standing in silence in the large, open park as the sunlight kissed the clouds in random splashes of pink and blue. His best friend, Jay, stood rigid beside him, weilding a burning gaze toward five figures heading steadily toward them.
   Each and everyone of the Trinity gang had their own theories as to why Jude had been sneaking around and acting so strange lately. His stick thin body was usually buzzing in paranoia about something or other, but lately, something big was causing his persona to twitch without ceasing. As the large, tired gang slouched in a huddled mass, they spotted who was coming. Every muscle tightened, and fists clenched into iron as Jude smiled wickedly, surrounded by the most feared gang in all of New York.
   Four burly members of the Golgotha gang approached, Jude strutting in front of them, chin stuck high in the air, and arms tighly folded across his chest. His lips curled around his bleached teeth in a sickly smirk, and a gleam of greed clouded his eyes.
   "Jay, my man," he purred coolly. "Long time no see, huh?" Jude sprung forward, a little too quickly, and put his arm around Jay, who shrugged the gesture off in disgust. At this greeting by Jude, the largest of the four Golgotha members hesitantly reached for his sidearm, hidden beneath the bulk of his gray trenchcoat.
   "Do what you've come for, traitor," Jay whispered almost mournfully. Pete couldn't stand it any longer. He reached to his side for his pistol and expertly aimed a warning shot at the towering Golgotha who had been reaching for his gun, clipping the skin off the adolescent's ear. The rival reeled back in surprise, whipping his palm to the side of his head.
   "Stop!" Jay jumped in front of Pete's weapon, spreading his arms apart. "Using guns isn't gonna solve our problem! We're not gonna blow each other's brains out, y'hear?" Pete lowered his gun immediately in obedience, as did the rest of the Trinity members who also whipped out their weapons after Pete's shot. Even the snarling Golgothas seemed to calm themselves at the leader's words.
   Pete, and everyone in the Trinity gang always intently followed and listened to Jay, except for Jude, of course. Jay represented everything that Pete and the others could ever hope to be, and more. Jay guided them as a leader, and also comforted them as a friend.
   "Now, finish the treachery you started, Jude," Jay hissed, glaring at the four Golgothas, who, in turn, grinned wickedly back at him. They all knew he would prove to be an easy defeat. Jude had told them so during his lengthy description of the sinister plan.
   Benjamin, the Golgotha nursing his wounded ear, thundered in his booming voice, "Hand him over, Jude, or you don't get the dough."
   "Ah, s-sure, Benny," Jude whimpered, finally letting his true, cowardly disposition show thruogh. Jude, regaining his fake courage after the threatening Golgotha ceased speech, sauntered toward Jay like a tiger coming upon easy prey, and grabbed him firmly by the shoulder. He shoved Jay along the short distance through the lush grass, back to where the Golgothas stood menacingly. Jay, the Trinities' best and most fearless leader, went without the slightest hint of retaliation, excluding the angered, and somehow melancholy glare he aimed at Jude.
   Pete marched forward and stiffhanded Jude out of the way, desperately wishing to understand what was happening, and desireing a few rushed words with Jay.
   "Jay, what are you doing? Why are you leaving us?" Pete cried, in fear and frustration, confusion wavering in his voice.
   "This must be done, Pete," Jay whispered sadly. The leader's words were so hushed, Pete had to strain to listen to him.
   "If I don't go, the whole Trinity gang will be massacred. In sacrificing myself, it will save all of you. Trust me, Pete," Deep down in the depths of the defeated friend's heart, he understood that Jay knew exactly what he was doing. Jay always knew what he was doing. Yet that thought still couldn't quench the feellings of fear and hurt Pete felt inside.
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I'm gonna have to write the rest of it later (it's 11:00pm!!)
sorry to leave you guys hanigin'!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Okey dokey, here's the rest of it:

   "Move it!" Ben bellowed, shoving Pete to the muddy ground. He grasped Jay harshly by the arm and dragged him away as a seperate Golgotha pushed 300 dollars into Jude's grimy, outstretched hand. Jimmy, another Trinity member, stepped out of the mass of the defeated and hopeless group. He too honored Jay as a loyal friend.
   "How could you?" Jimmy spat at Jude. His tone was frantic and helpless despite his calm, collected stature. "They're gonna kill him, you know."
   "What? Y-you think they really would do that?" Jude asked, honest fear showing through his aqua eyes.
   "What else did you think they would do to Jay after you sold him off to them?!" Pete screamed at Jude. Then, in a fit of merciless rage, Pete swung his clenched fist back and jammed it straight into Jude's square jaw. At that, Pete turned his back on Jude and stomped away in anger and frustration. The rest of the Trinity gang followed suit, and left Jude all alone in the Park. No one came back to comfort him. No one wanted to comfort a traitor.
   Jude sat dumbly in the wet grass, cupping his bloody mouth with a trembling hand. He clutched the earth as if to steady himself and gather his haunting thoughts. Tears clouded his eyes as he watched his friends get further and further away. He was branded a traitor, and he knew it well, yet it was then, watching his friends leave that he truly felt anguish for what he'd done to Jay. He noticed a glint of metal lying in the tall grass. It was a weapon that someone had dropped to the ground, with one bullet left.
   Pete gasped as he heard the gunshot echo throughout the park. He and his friends whipped around to see Jude's body fall limply into the dirt. The three hundred treacherous dollers circled around him on the breeze. The gang membeers turned away quickly, huddled on the grass together, and cried.