Travis stood toe to toe with Zig Zag and said "Because you need me."
The Crips surrounding them burst into laughter. "You serious? Why da fuck would we need you?" chuckled Zig Zag.
"Well", smiled Travis "right now I'm the only thing protecting you."
The Crips laughed even harder. "Look around you cracker! This yo' whole crew and we know it. This right herr," Zig Zag pointed to his various men taking sights upon the Dragons, "this is just a lil bit of the Crips a'ight. So you ain't makin' no god damn sense."
Travis kept a sinister smile as he spoke. "Because this war you starting is gonna get you all killed. The Aryan leader is dead, Zulu killed him. That means the Aryans are gonna lay everything they have down on the Zulu." Travis put a hand on his gun and laughed at the Crips who cocked their sights at him. "Now I know 'people' like you like to stick together," Travis raised his fist in the black power symbol, "Black pride and all that." The surrounding Crips showed faces of disgust and Zig Zag in particular looked like he wanted to rip out The Dragon's heart. "But you should know something," continued Travis, "The Wolves give the Aryans their meth. But they've been lacing it with steroids so they'd get all antsy and take it out on someone. The Wolves want you and the Zulu to take out the Aryans, then when your weak they're gonna team up with the Wardens to do some 'ethnic cleansing.'"
The Crips were angry to say the least. Zig Zag took control of the talking and shouting among his men. "You really think we gonna listen to a small time racist mu'fucker like you? What proof you got!"
"I'm glad you asked. Boys." With Travis's words the Dragons dropped the dead warden onto the floor. "We heard this litte ***** talking to one of the Wolves, one of the high rankers too. His boss sent him, the leader of this shithole, or at least he thinks he is. We waited till they were done and he was alone before I could fuck him up." Zig Zag scoffed. Travis was getting angry and impatient now. "Look ****** if you don't believe me how about we just fight right here!"
"D' FUCK YOU JUST SAY TO ME!" They were face to face now.
"You heard me ******!" The Dragons stepped back and readied their guns.
Zig Zag stepped back. "A'ight. Tell you what. Me and you. One on one. You win, we join those skinhead fucks. I win, y'all die here."
"Sounds good to me coon." Zig Zag led Travis into an open area. Travis snidely took the meth out of his pocket and snorted it. He'd never taken any drugs before. It gave him an even greater sense of bravado. His vision seemed blurred, yet oddly focused. His hearing was numbed and felt like he was partly submerged in water. Either it was because it was his first time or something was put into that meth. He turned to face Zig Zag from across the room. It was a large circular area that was surrounded by the Crips, all brandishing melee weapons; meanwhile those with guns remained up top, constantly aiming down at the 'ring'.
Travis twitched and sniffed. "Sumthing wrong with you cracka!" yelled Zig Zag.
"Just eager to fuck up a darky!" replied Travis.
With that Zig Zag charge at Travis. In return The Dragon let out a fierce battlecry and rallied towards the Crip leader at equal speed. They met in the middle, Zig Zag going in for a big boot to the face, Travis for a take down. Travis managed to duck under his leg and grab the other one from under him, bringing him down awkwardly onto the floor. Travis began laying fist after fist into his spine, but Zig Zag, seemingly unaffected turned and elbowed Travis hard in the face, sending him careening to the side. However Travis was back up in an instant. His head hurt but it was more like he was aware of the pain rather than actually feeling it. He acknowledged it, but wasn't waned off by it. He charge at Zig Zag again at full force, jumping up and kneeing the man in the jaw, sending at least 3 or 4 teeth flying out of his mouth. Zig Zag smiled and spat blood onto The Dragon's chest before punching him there. Usually Travis would be winded, but the meth was working wonders. Travis kept laying blows into Zig Zag's head while he struggle to defend himself. Eventually the larger man managed to push Travis back, getting up to his feet and booting him in the chest before laying his own barrage of fists into his face. Travis, to his shock remained unfazed, ignoring the fact that his face was bleeding and he had two black eyes. The two men stood there trading fists, each one stronger than the last. In the very moment Zig Zag showed a hint of slowing down Travis sent a sharp fist right into his neck, staggering the man. Quickly Travis jumped up and hit him in the neck again, and again and again. Zig Zag was on the floor gasping for breath and Travis finished him with a strong, mighty boot to the side of the head.
Zig Zag lay on the floor coughing up blood, and within seconds a load of Crips rushed Travis, bringing the Dragon to the floor and beating him with fists and clubs. Again, Travis knew this was painful, but the pain hadn't kicked in yet. However, before Travis was beaten to death the Crips were being thrown off of Travis by Zig Zag. He looked down at Travis who quickly got up to his feet, not acknowledging the possible damage to his body.
"We good cracka. Go tell those Nazi punks we're in." Zig Zag spat at Travis's feet and they left to find Sticks.
