My Werewolf System - chapter-3-the-underdogs
Over the summer holidays, it had been an eventful time for Gary. It was
not just because he had chosen to dye his hair and get a new look, but
because he had come to the decision to join a gang. Something that he had
kept hidden from his friend, his mother and even sister didn’t know
“Had you been late I was thinking of chopping one of your toes off, so
you didn’t forget,” the man sitting down told him.
It was only five-thirty, so the night club had a few hours before it
would officially open. However, the club itself was actually just a
front, run and used by the gang known as the Underdogs. The smoking man,
who was talking to Gary, was the leader of the Underdogs, Damion Hawk.
The gang members mostly wore suits, making them look like the average
businessman or someone who worked for the secret service. This included
their leader, although even a student could tell he wasn’t a
businessman. He had this crazy look about him which was just too wild for
someone who was supposed to sit inside a cubicle all day. He had a black
mohawk for his hair and a round earring on his right ear.
Yet the most prominent feature about the man were his eyes. They were the
eyes of a madman. Usually, Gary was fearless for someone his age. If he
wasn’t, he would have never gathered the courage to join a gang in the
first place… But these people scared him.
Gary gulped a little, not saying a word. The palms of his hands were
starting to sweat a little.
“Hey, I’m just kidding,” Damion laughed, “Why don’t you head to
the back while the grownups do a bit of talking? I’ll get someone to
fetch you when we need you.”
While walking, Gary was shaking a little. It was hard to tell whether
Damion had actually been joking about this sort of punishment. There had
been times when he had been forced to witness the leader actually cut off
one of his own men’s limbs.
Before joining this gang Gary had decided to do some research into gangs.
Unfortunately, he had only ended up reading a few comics and manga books
here and there, and to be honest, this had led him to the conclusion that
it wouldn’t be too much trouble. Even the odd internet searches and
movies had romanticised gangs.
Alas, being in a real gang had turned out to be nothing like in those
comics and manga books. The members of Underdogs did anything to make a
profit. They didn’t shy away from selling drugs, killing, stealing, or
extorting others. There were many times when Gary had wished to just
leave, but there were two things keeping him there.
One of them was the fear of leaving the place. Would they even let him?
After everything he had seen and heard? It was a question he didn’t
dare to ask out loud.
‘Come on, Gary, you can do this! Just think of the money, man, come
And that was the second reason.
Pushing the door open, Gary entered the back of the night club where
there was a large staff room. Inside were other teens that were not too
far apart in age to him, sitting on a sofa. He sat down beside them, but
not a single one of them spoke a word.
Gary had seen them a few times before, but from what he could tell none
of them went to his school. While looking at them, he wondered what their
reasons could be for being here. Not why they were there today, he knew
that, but why they had decided to join a gang. Most people his age only
joined out of necessity
The world was a tough place to live in at the moment. The economy had
been greatly affected ever since the introduction of autonomous
machinery. It had created new jobs, but at the same time gotten rid of
many old jobs. Gary’s own family had suffered the aftermath.
His old mother had lost her job as a factory worker sorting out parts,
but she wasn’t the only one. Mass unemployment had ruined many families.
The government’s solution to all of this had been to offer retraining
in the new skills and departments that the world now required, such as
cybersecurity, programming, engineering, mechanics and so on. But it had
proven to be too hard for her to go through any type of training with the
little time she had. Ever since, she had been stuck doing odd jobs.
All of this had created a tiering system within the towns and cities,
making the divide between the rich and poor even more evident. Tier-5
being the lowest, while Tier-1 would be the highest. These tiers were
based on how high their GDP per month was. The quality of life, the
technology, the medical care, all of these things were better the more
cash a town or city generated.
However, there was one sector that had started to boom because of this,
and that was organised crime. It was highly profitable for them, as they
catered and fed on the truly desperate, who were clinging onto anything
that lived in the tier fives, while also serving the very top in the
Gangs would exist in all of the tiered cities, and would often work
together as the middlemen.
The Underdogs were one such group. They weren’t a huge gang, due to
Gary coming from a small town in the first place, but they were widely
known and feared in the town. He was aware of the bad things they had
committed, but he had chosen to ignore it.
Their town was a Tier-3, so the quality of life was okay, but they had to
make sacrifices to stay here. Forced to live in a small rundown place,
with little room. Still, they were barely hanging on, and both children
knew that despite their mother’s best attempts at hiding it from them.
Gary had seen the bills that would come in the mail. If this carried on,
then it would just be a matter of time until they would have to move to a
lower-tier city. The education would be worse and crime rates would be
He wasn’t going to let this happen. Their life had already turned to
crap as it was and he didn’t want it to deteriorate. No, he wanted a
better future for his mother and his little sister… even if he had to
pay the price for it.
He was the older sibling, the only man of the house, and he wished to
return the favour to his mother, who had been looking after them even
when times had been tough. He did not wish to run like that man!
While waiting in the staff room, the double doors suddenly opened again.
When Gary saw who it was, his eyes started to light up with excitement.
“Hey kiddo, you’re here again,” the man greeted him with a smirk on
“Kirk, I just saw your fight this morning! Congratulations,” Gary
said, jumping up from the sofa.
The man who had entered the room was the same one from the video that he
had been watching earlier today with Tom and their classmates. The winner
of the Altered fight.
Most Altered worked for some type of organisation and Kirk was no
different. He worked for the Underdogs as well. They were his sponsor or
at least they owned the corporation which Kirk was part of. Gary didn’t
know much of the details of how the relationships between them came to
be. Still, he couldn’t imagine how much money the Underdogs must have
put into Kirk for him to become the Altered semi-superstar he was today.
“When the Frog man jumped up like that, and you used your raw power to
smash him to the ground, it all seemed too easy for you,” Gary
continued to speak excitedly.
“It might have looked easy, but most of the things I did today, I only
managed because I was an Altered. Don’t go around trying to do things
like that yourself, otherwise, you will just end up hurting yourself.”
Kirk cautioned his overeager fanboy.
“I know,” Gary replied, a little depressed as he thought about how
different his life would be if he could be an Altered himself.
Seeing the strange look on his face and noticing something else about
Gary, a light bulb lit up above Kirk’s head.
“I know, you should have some time before you have to do your thing,
right? Come with me,” Kirk ordered. “And don’t worry, if Damion
calls for you I’ll say you were with me.”
Gary didn’t know what was going on, but trusted Kirk and decided to
follow him. Ever since he had joined the gang, everyone had seemed a bit
scary to him, rough around the edges, all but Kirk. With the Altered,
everything just seemed to click.
The good thing was, Kirk was also treated as quite the valuable asset to
the group, so he could get away with things the others couldn’t. If
Kirk said he wouldn’t get in trouble, then he should be safe.
The two of them left the staff room and went over to one of the empty
clubrooms. It was quite a large club with three different rooms that
would often play three different music types. Right now, they were in
what was known as the cheese room. It would usually play one’s
favourite hits from the time Gary’s mother would have been his age.
Still, during the day, it looked completely different. The lights were
on, so there were no fancy coloured lights, and the disco ball above
looked less than special.
“What are we doing here?” Gary asked. “You’re not going to ask me
to dance with you or something like that, are you?”
Kirk started to laugh, Gary seemed to have a talent for making him laugh.
“No, you idiot. I’m going to teach you how to fight.”
“How to fight? Why would I need to learn that?”
Kirk pointed to his own nose, and that’s when Gary realised. His nose
was still broken from the rugby practice.
‘Huh, wait, I think he has the wrong idea? Does he think I’m getting
bullied or something?’
“No, wait this is -”
“You don’t have to explain yourself. I’m sure the other guy looks
even worse. Anyway, it will be good to just show you a few basic things.
With the line of work you’re doing, who knows when it will come in
handy.” Kirk interrupted him.
Gary didn’t say anything else. He decided it would be stupid if he did
try to clear up this missunderstanding. Besides, since one of his idols
had offered to give him a personal lesson, he would be silly to try to
get out of it.
It started off with Kirk showing him the first basic punch, a jab in
boxing. Punching the air, he demonstrated it a few times. A few major
points that Gary took from this, was that Kirk’s right hand was always
covering the side of his face, even when throwing out the punch.
The left foot would twist slightly while throwing the punch outward, at
the same time, his hip would move in as well. Rather than a push, the
punch was more of a snap.
It was now Gary’s turn to try these things, and he repeated all the
steps in his head. He punched a few times, and it looked good and felt
“It looks like I have a talent for this. Maybe I should join a boxing
club instead, what do you think?” Gary asked, but turning his head, he
could see the look of disappointment on Kirk’s face.
“Sorry,” Kirk said, rubbing the back of his head. “Your punch is
good, the movements are perfect, and you did everything right…”
Garry had a feeling a huge “but” was coming.
“But… your punch is so slow. Is that as fast and hard as you can
go?” Kirk asked.
Gary would have loved to tell him it wasn’t, but unfortunately that
would be a lie. He had been trying his hardest without holding back.
Things always seemed to end up this way for him. He understood the
theory, understood how things worked, yet, for some reason it was
impossible to perform the way he pictured it in his head.
The doors to the cheese room opened and interrupted their training
session. One of the men in suits walked in. “There you are, the boss
has been looking for you.”
When Gary returned to the first club room, he saw Daimon still sitting
down on the sofa. Opposite him were five kids, including Gary, all
standing up straight and waiting for orders. Out on the table were five
metal briefcases locked with a unique combination.
“Time for you guys to get to work,” Damion said.
This was Garry’s job in the organisation. He worked as a transporter,
and tonight his job would be to deliver whatever was in these suitcases.
While Damion was busily explaining the job details, something had caught
Gary’s eyes. It was just for a brief moment, so he was unsure if his
eyes might have played a trick on him, but he felt he had seen something
‘Did that briefcase just move?’
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