The White Jaguars

"How'd you get in here anyways? Didn't have time to ask last night." White eyes threw me out of my thoughts.

"I killed my mother. Nothing bad there I mean, but my sister won't get over it and got me arrested." I rolled my eyes and took my hands out of my pocket, they were starting to get warm.

"Why'd you kill her man, family is precious." Jake commented making me more uncomfortable.

I shrugged and sipped some water, then I reversed the question.

"Why'd you guys end up here? You seem like good people." My comment made White eyes laugh while Sam finished eating and surprisingly responded.

"You know Lucas and I, we made this plan to rob the international bank, but someone in the team ratted us out. Fucking snitch." He cursed while Lucas nodded.

A low voice caught me off guard, it was Diego. "Suicide I guess? I mean how is that a crime?"

"Any kind of killing is a crime. I got arrested for stealing a Bugatti, worth it though." Jake laughed.

"What about you White Eyes?"

"Mmm? Oh me." He pointed his finger at his chest. "Come closer I'll tell you, but you'll have to take it to your grave." His white eyes glowed like a snow storm in the middle of winter. I was starting to admire his peculiar personality.

"Sir I promise not to tell the god below, although he probably knows." I laughed while leaning closer to his face.

"The person that did this," he pointed at his eyes, "well I crucified him and sold his organs in the black market." He told it like a joke, but his expression told me he was serious.

"Ah." I nodded. "Ok, don't mess with the blind man, got it. Should I warn my beloved god?" I scuffed almost amused with his actions.

"Nah, he knows about that too." He laughed again.

I turned around and noticed those same guys that were talking to me just before I entered Dr. Peterson's office.

"So if it isn't our new friend, huh? Already on the bad side of this place. Did you brainwash him with your innocent face White Eyes?" The tall man who'd wanted me to introduce myself to, spoke.

"Kyle. Get out of my territory." White Eyes stood and the other followed. This must be The Red Horns, I thought. Soon the two gangs were sternly looking at each other as if they were going to start a war, at first I stood up to the side, but Diego pushed me to his side without a notice.

"Alright, alright, calm the fuck down. What territory? I will soon own all of this. Why don't you join us before it's too late?" Kyle declared. He was way above White Eyes and he seemed to have a strong heavy body; his hairstyle odd with bitterness. His black hair was pushed back and his forehead was shown bigger than it originally was. He also had a beard that fell to his neck, he always brushed it with his left hand when he glanced at me.

"Over my dead body, you old sweaty bastard!" fumed White Eyes.

"You're gonna regret this," was all that came out of Kyle's mouth before he walked away with his people.

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Days passed, and though Dr. Peterson sent a guard to force me to go to his office, I refused everytime; the guards wouldn't touch me because I was part of a dangerous gang now; The White Jaguars, which I then realized we controlled much more than The Red Horns.

Jake talked the most during eating hours, he told me all kinds of stories from his family, and his friends, and taught me a lot about cars and bikes. Lucas and Sam also engaged in our conversations and seemed a little more comfortable with me around, while the other three never talked again. Still, I was very interested in talking to Diego but White Eyes always made sure I stayed away from him, while the boy seemed to enjoy playing with his cards; don't bother Diego he mentioned many times.

The Red Horns didn't bother us for the following week though I wanted some action in this boring place. The silence forced me to think of my sister and brothers and at night the moon reflected my mom's fearsome eyes.

The next day, Dr. Peterson went to see me himself. He entered the cell and approached me since White Eyes wasn't with me.

"Mathias, we need to talk. I know you're avoiding me, but I'm the only chance of getting you out of here." His raspy voice sounded familiar now.

"Enough! Just leave me alone. I'm fine here." I looked sternly at him.

"You've been sentenced to death."

The old man's words seemed to linger in his mouth as he, himself, tried to comprehend them. He then sat comfortably on the bunk and continued talking, not waiting for my response. "They aren't legal here, but you've become much of a threat to the entire country. I'm not supposed to tell you, hell I'm not supposed to know, but I really want to help you. You're just another victim here, you deserve a chance to live."

"Well.." It was hard to breathe so I tried again but nothing came out, I could feel my body heating up and my head like it was spinning. Dr. Peterson didn't seem to notice my struggle because he continued talking, though I could no longer understand. There was a cold sensation on my chest, where my bruise laid; something inside my stomach started moving, giving the same sensation of another rat inside me. I took a step behind as I tried to control my breathing, though it didn't seem to work. I closed my eyes, hoping to make me feel better.

When I opened them again, Dr. Peterson was gone, the room remained the same but he was nowhere to be seen. I turned around and what my eyes captured agitated my breathing again. There stood my mother with a look of pity on her dark eyes. "Why won't you die already, aren't you done tormenting me!" I shouted, and with rage I grabbed a knife that I held onto all the time, and stabbed her over and over again. Before I realized she was in the floor, blood carried down outside.

Almost immediately, White Eyes rushed through the door with Jake.

"Oh shit, it's Dr. Peterson!" He jumped when he saw my bloody hands.

I dropped the knife in confusion.

"Huh?"