Ballad of Lost Tim

In another part of the U.S, just outside D.C, lies Marcer City. Where a young boy, Tim, is going to have his life changed forever.

Tim wandered through his large house just minding his own business. Tim was the eight year old son of two very successful CEO's and lived with his parents in a large mansion. He had everything his heart desired. Every Toy, Video Game, Food, anything he wanted. Tim was a lucky kid. However, unlike how most kids would act, he was not spoiled. In fact he was truly thankful for all he had.

On this day Tim passed by the front door of his house and noticed several bikers outside. They were members of the Riders gang and their leader Red Rider was out front.
"Dad!" Tim shouted "There are some creepy people outside!" Tim was a little frightened.
"What do you mean Tim?" His father came down the stairs and was just about to leave for work.
"Look." Tim pointed out the door.
Tim’s father, Jack, looked outside and saw the gang.
"Tim I want you to go to the back of the house and find your mother. Stay with her too, understand?"
"Yes Dad." Tim said walking away In to the house.

"Red! What is up my man!" Jack walked outside and said confidently.
"Don't give me that s#%$& Jack! You know why we here."
Jack's voice became less funny. "Listen, I don't have your money yet."
"s#%$&! Look at your fancy house and your successful job! How in the living f#%$& do you not have our f#%$& money!"
"Look, money just a little tight right now. Give me another week and I'll have your money."
"We gave you the damn shipment three months ago! We are done f#%$& waiting."
"Yeah, f#%$& you!" Some other Riders began to say.
"Listen just give me a week and I can..."
"f#%$& you!" Red shouted "Black and Blue so 'em we mean business!"
Black Rider and Blue Rider stuffed rags into bottles of gasoline and lit tem on fire, effectively creating a Molotov c#%$&.
"No, No what the f#%$& you doin with that s#%$& Red!" Jack shouted.
"I'll show you b$%&#!"
Black and Blue threw the c#%$& into the window of the house, starting a fire.
"Do you have our f#%$& money or not!"
Jack stood and stared at the house, "I don't have your money." He said calmly.
Black and Blue threw two more Molotov’s into the house. The fire began to spread and grow more intense.
"Do you have our Money!" Red shouted.
"No." Jack said about to cry.
"f#%$& you than." Red answered, he c#%$& a Desert Eagle handgun and fired at the back of Jacks head. The bullet hit right in the center and killed Jack.

Tim was in the living room which had a door to the backyard of the house. Tim’s mom, Martha, came running into the room.
"Mom, what's going on?"
"Nothing, but we are leaving. Get your shoes and go through the back door. Now!"
"Okay."
Tim and Martha began to run across the backyard to the street, Tim looked back and could see smoke rising out of the house.
"Mom what's going on?" Tim asked as they approached the street.
"Nothing just-"
She was interrupted by the Riders.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa where you two goin?"
"We are going to-" Martha began to answer.
"Your coming with us!" The Rider shouted.
"Fine." Martha said, attempting to stay strong, "Lets go Tim."
Martha began to pull Tim towards the bike but the Rider stopped her. "The boy stats here."
"I’m not leaving him."
The Rider revealed a gun and held it to Tim’s face, "The boy stays here, you come with us."
Not wanting to risk Tim’s life Martha said "Alright."
She kissed and hugged Tim goodbye. "I love you Tim."
"I love you too mom."
"Get in the f#%$& bike!" The rider shouted.
"Alright!" Martha said, she climbed in and the riders drove off.
And with that, Tim was alone.

The Ballad of Lost Tim: Chapter 1
Till I Collapse

Tim was devastated. In almost seconds his near perfect life was devastated and destroyed, right before his eyes. He turned and saw his home, burning to the ground. No, it wasn't his home. It was the place he used to call home. Now it was just a large house that was on fire. He was only eight years old, and he now had nothing.

Down the street Tim could see a van. The van belonged to a group called The Damned. They had no holes or families. It was just them and the open world. Inside the van Marcus, one of the members, was rapping to a CD.
"See them sparks in the sky, got this whole b$%&# lookin like the fourth of July!"
"Marcus you stink at rapping Puerto Rican b$%&#!" LJ, the groups leader and Driver.
"At least I try Mr. Jamaican Bob Marley singer."
"Hey my man, now don't go and start dissing Bob Marley. Besides I never sing his songs. And you have heard me rap."
"Do it now."
"Alright I will."
LJ turned the CD back on but Michael, the last of the three, got up and turned it off.
"Can you two shut the f#%$& up and let me sleep." He said, angrily.
"Man Michael, if you gonna get all drunk and high one night and then b$%&# at us the whole day, you might as well get out of the van."
"Maybe I will than!"
"Fine."
Something along the side of the road caught LJ's attention.
"Yo who's that?" LJ said pointing to the child standing by te side of the road.
"Looks like that kid, what's his name... Tim." Marcus said after getting a look at the kid.
"Ya, I think it is." LJ said, he began to pull over the car.
"Whoa what are you doin?" Michael said.
"Just gonna make sure the kids okay."
"Why?"
"I made a promise to him a long time ago, I'll tell you later."
LJ pulled over, got out of the van, and walked over to Tim.
"Yo Tim, my man, how is it going?"
Tim didn't say a word, LJ bent down to Tim’s eye level,
"Tim what's wrong?" He asked.
Tim pointed to the house that was on fire.
"That’s your house isn't it?" LJ asked.
Tim shook his head yes.
"Who did this?" LJ said, slightly angry.
Tim looked up, and stared right into LJ's eyes. "The Riders did it."
LJ hated the Riders, they were the ones who had gotten Michael hooked on Drugs and had shot him, causing Michael to walk with a limp. This was when He and LJ were best friends, in eighth grade.
"Where are your parents man?" LJ asked.
"Gone."
"Oh." LJ said "I see..."
"But they took her." 
"Who?"
"Her!"
"What?"
"We have to get her back!"
Tim tabbed onto LJ and hugged him. LJ looked back at the van. He knew Marcus and Michael wouldn't be happy if he brought Tim along for the ride. But he couldn't let Tim just wander the streets. He wasn't going to let Tim end up like Michael.
"Tim come on!" LJ said, Tim looked up.
"Where are we going?"
"To the van, we are getting out of here."

The Ballad of Lost Tim: Chapter 2
Welcome to Marcer City

Tim sat with his back against the van. He held onto his knees and was curled up into a ball, refusing to speak.
"Yo LJ," Michael whispered "Why you making us bring this kid with us to Marcer City."
"I made an important promise to him a long time ago."
"Yeah but were getting the shipment, he could easily rat us out."
"He would never do that. I trust him."
Michael took a puff of his weed "You better hope your right."

After a few hours of driving, Tim finally spoke "Where are we going?" He asked.
"Marcer city, near D.C." LJ said.
"What are you doing there?"
"We've got a deal goin on there."
"What deal?"
"Here!" Michael said throwing his weed at Tim "Have some 420. It's f#%$& good for you!"
LJ punched Michael, hard in the shoulder "What the f#%$& you think your doing! Tim, I wouldn't try that if I were you."
LJ and Michael turned back and faced the road. Tim looked at the weed on the floor of the car, and then at Marcus and saw he was sleeping.
"f#%$& it." Tim said quietly. 

After another half hour they arrived in Marcer city. Michael climbed into the back and slapped Marcus awake. "Hey Sleeping Beauty! Get the f#%$& up!"
Marcus got up slowly. "A*****e... I'm getting up you... you... f#%$& it I'm up."
"Hey Marcus!" LJ said "Open the Compartment!"
"Now!"
"No after we get pumped full of bullets. Yes now!"
"Alright, Alright"
Marcus pushed some boxes and bags out of the center of the floor and too the sides. He then lifted up the floor to reveal a compartment. Te compartment had a P90 sub-machine gun, a Desert Eagle .50 AE, A .44 Magnum Revolver, Two G18's, one G22, two double barrel shotguns, a supply of Molotov’s, and three switchblades.
Tim spoke after seeing this, "Wow for a small gang you have an impressive armory."
"You think that's impressive!" LJ said "Just wait till next week! Were getting a shipment of smuggled weapons. The most notable, an AK-47 and a Thumper grenade launcher."
"Awesome."

The van pulled over near the docks and the four of them stepped out. "Here we are!" LJ said "Lets kick some a*s my man!"

Author's Note

This has heavy censoring that I will remove later