[center] [h2] [color=0072bc]Luther Miller [/color] [/h2] [/center]


A heavy sigh escaped Luther as he rounded his streets corner and rubbed his freshly bruised cheek. He mumbled a few silent curses of annoyance as he thought back to the lucky shot a certain sneaky thug had gotten in a little while ago. If he wasn't finishing off his friend Luther would have seen it coming, but sadly he suffered for his lack of awareness. As he thought on his mistake a small smirk came to his face as few groans came from around the corner he had just came around. It didn't matter much now anyway, the issue had been resolved. With a chuckle he buried his hands into his jackets pockets and continued his walk home. He let his eyes travel along the familiar scene of his neighborhood. The apartment buildings that lined the street were somewhat covered in graffiti of several different images. Some funny, some beautiful and some just upsetting. A small frown came to Luther's face as he spotted a few of the buildings with a couple of tagged symbols on them, these were buildings owned by the local gangs. As he passed these buildings he would always see groups of four or five thugs guarding the entrance all the while giving him a challenging and dirty looks. Luther ignored them and just continued on. 

The gang activity has grown in the past three years and is slowly spreading towards his home. Luther wanted to do something about it, but his brother keeps telling him to stay out of it and let the authority's take care of them. His frown deepened at the situation and sighed. Sooner or later they would have to deal with this, it just annoyed him that Ken wouldn't let him deal wit it now. Before he could continue his walk though he was stopped by a strange sight from the corner of his eyes. He glanced up and raised an eyebrow as he saw a strange girl land in front of him and walk towards him calmly. As she approached him a few of the thugs guarding a tagged building hooted and hollered wishes and praises of her looks. Luther rolled his eyes before looking down at a letter she had handed him. "It's urgent," she whispered before taking a step back and disappearing in a bright flash. 

Luther just stared at the spot where she use to be with slight confusion before shaking his head clear and looking at the letter that smelled of flowers. He was about to open it before the blare of sirens filled the streets. He looked back and saw a squad car stop behind him. Soon an officer stepped out and looked to Luther with a blank look and held up a pair of cuffs. Luther rolled his eyes and stuffed the letter into his pockets before raising his hands up. "Hey Frank," Luther mumbled as the officer named Frank approached him and placed him under arrest.

"Another brawl Luther? Fourth one this week, Ken is gonna have a fit," he chuckled as he lead Luther to the squad car and put him into the back. Luther rolled his eyes and laid back in the seat as he glanced at the passenger seat to see another darker skinned officer slightly smirking. 

"Really did a number on those guys," the officer named Peters chuckled. Luther shrugged and sat silently as Frank began to drive off towards Luther's street.

A little while later they reached Luther's apartment building and the first thing to be seen was Ken wearing an unamused frown on his face as he waited for Luther. Peter let Luther out from the back, un-cuffed him and patted him on the back with a chuckle. "One of these days you're gonna get hauled off to jail. Try and stay out of trouble buddy," he said before glancing over to Ken. "He's all yours," he said before returning to his squad car. As they left Luther looked Ken with a blank look and shrugged. 

"It was just a small disagreement," he mumbled before walking pass Ken and back to their apartment. Ken sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before following him. 

"A small disagreement that put two of them in the hospital," Ken complained. Soon the two brothers entered their apartment and Luther leaned against the kitchens counter top with crossed arms as he looked to Ken who sat down at the kitchen table. There was a moment of silence before Ken sighed. "Luther, you can't keep doing this. Sooner or later your goona either end up in jail, or dead in the streets," Luther rolled his eyes.

"It's not like I start the fights, these pricks keep getting worse and worse. They're either picking a fight with the weak, or causing some other type of chaos. I mean the other day Sarah's kid nearly died from drug over dose and where do you think he got it?" he asked as he jabbed his thumb behind him. "That new freaking gang on the south side of the neighborhood. We can't just let these guys move in," he finished with a frown. Ken sighed deeply and nodded. 

"I understand that, but it's not our place to get involved. We aren't the cops, we let them do their jobs. End of story," he said before rising from his seat. "Look, I love you and I will always be their to back you up, but you have to stop this before you end up dead. Just do this for me, alright?" he pleaded with a worried look. Luther sighed and hanged his head low. 

"I can't promise anything," he mumbled. Ken sighed and nodded his head with a smirk.

"Well that's a better answer than last time," he chuckled before grabbing his coat. "Alright well I'm heading to work, I won't be back till tomorrow morning so just fix yourself something to eat, alright?" he said before grabbing his keys and leaving the apartment. Luther gave a slight wave goodbye before heading to the living room and plopping down onto the couch. He groaned as he stretched his limbs and sighed as he turned on the TV. As his mind began to drift of into the TV he remembered the strange girl and the letter in his pocket. Most would make that event the top thing on their list, but Luther honestly almost forgot about it. Luther dug out the letter, opened it and began to read. As he read the letter he began to see the importance of it all, but also felt confused as to why he was chosen. Sure he could fight a little, but was he really able to do anything about this? His fingers trembled as he debated if he should tear the paper, but both excitement and hesitation duked it out within his head. Should he leave to become stronger, or stay here and keep out of it? With how things are getting in his community he feels the urge to stay, but if he were to leave then this threat in the letter could potentially cause even more chaos. 

After half an hour of debating he finally found his answer and grabbed a piece of paper. He wrote down a letter to his brother and took a deep breath before tearing the paper.