The first step to Domination

The setting sun cast long shadows across the walls of the abandoned classroom claimed by *Undecided*. It was their unofficial base—a neutral ground where plans were drawn and alliances forged. The gang's five core members sat around a makeshift table: Miguel, Caleb, Adrian, Kenji, and Marco. The air was thick with anticipation, as tonight's meeting wasn't just a discussion—it was a turning point.

Miguel leaned forward, his intense gaze sweeping across his friends. "We've come far, but if we're serious about dominating Bellmare, we need to start with the first building—the low ranks. They've got the numbers, and if we get them on our side, that's our foundation."

Caleb nodded, already scribbling down notes on a crumpled piece of paper. "Numbers are important, but loyalty is better. We can't just absorb every gang without a plan. If we're not careful, this alliance could collapse before it even starts."

Adrian crossed his arms, his expression thoughtful. "We need to establish dominance first. No one's going to align themselves with us if they think we're weak. A direct challenge—it's the only way."

Kenji smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Fighting every low-rank gang head-to-head? Sounds like fun."

Marco, ever the steady presence, chimed in. "But we need to be smart about it. Show them we're not just muscle—we're organized."

Miguel raised a hand, silencing the group. "That's why we're doing this differently. We're not asking them to abandon their gangs. They can keep their names, their identities. But if they join us as members of *Undecided*, their gangs become part of our alliance. We'll lead the low ranks together."

The room fell silent for a moment as they processed his words. It was a bold strategy, one that respected the autonomy of the low-rank gangs while establishing *Undecided* as the dominant force.

"And if they refuse?" Kenji asked.

Miguel's smirk was confident. "Then we prove to them why they should say yes."

Caleb unfurled a rough map of the first building, marking the territories claimed by each gang. The low ranks were divided into several groups, each with its own leader and reputation.

1. **The Iron Fangs** 

 *Leader: Tobi Castillo* 

 Known for their aggressive tactics, *The Iron Fangs* controlled the eastern wing of the building. They were scrappy and unpredictable, their leader Tobi infamous for his temper and dirty fighting style.

2. **The Nightblades** 

 *Leader: Derek Santos* 

 Operating from the western wing, *The Nightblades* were stealthy and precise. Derek was a quiet but dangerous opponent, preferring ambushes over direct confrontations.

3. **The Scarlet Sparks** 

 *Leader: Jenny "Jinx" Romero* 

 The southern wing belonged to *The Scarlet Sparks*, a gang known for their creativity and flair. Jinx was a charismatic leader with a knack for turning even the most chaotic situations to her advantage.

4. **The Steel Rats** 

 *Leader: Nico Vargas* 

 Controlling the northern wing, *The Steel Rats* prided themselves on resilience. Nico was a towering figure whose strength and endurance made him a force to be reckoned with.

5. **The Ember Wolves** 

 *Leader: Zara Morales* 

 A smaller but tightly-knit gang, *The Ember Wolves* roamed the central corridors, claiming no fixed territory but striking wherever they pleased. Zara was cunning and ruthless, often underestimated by her peers.

Caleb tapped the map. "These are the major players. There are a few smaller gangs scattered around, but they usually align themselves with one of these groups. If we can take down the leaders—or convince them to join us—the rest will follow."

The plan was set. The next day, *Undecided* made their move, starting with *The Iron Fangs*. The eastern wing was their first battleground, its narrow hallways echoing with the sound of footsteps as Miguel and his team approached.

Tobi Castillo stood at the center of his gang, a sneer on his face as he watched the newcomers approach. "So, this is *Undecided*, huh? You think you can just waltz in here and take over?"

Miguel stepped forward, his tone calm but commanding. "We're not here to take over. We're here to bring the low ranks together. Join us, and *The Iron Fangs* keep their name, their identity. Refuse, and we settle this here."

Tobi laughed, his gang joining in. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. But you've got no idea what you're up against."

Miguel didn't wait for him to finish. He charged forward, his fist colliding with Tobi's jaw with a force that sent him staggering. The fight erupted, the two gangs clashing in a chaotic frenzy. Caleb and Kenji worked together to outmaneuver their opponents, while Adrian and Marco held the line with brute strength.

Tobi fought with desperation, but Miguel's experience and determination quickly overwhelmed him. As the dust settled, *The Iron Fangs* retreated, their leader bruised and defeated.

Miguel extended a hand to Tobi. "Your choice."

Tobi hesitated before taking it. "Alright. You've got our loyalty."

With *The Iron Fangs* now part of their alliance, *Undecided* set their sights on the other gangs. Each confrontation was a battle of wills, with Miguel, Caleb, Adrian, Kenji, and Marco proving time and time again why they were a force to be reckoned with.

By the end of the week, the low-rank building was abuzz with talk of *Undecided*. They weren't just a gang—they were a movement, uniting the low ranks under a single banner while allowing each group to maintain their individuality.

The journey was far from over. As *Undecided* strengthened its hold on the first building, new challenges awaited them, both within Bellmare and beyond. The low ranks were just the beginning, but for Miguel and his friends, it was a step toward something greater—a legacy that would redefine what it meant to be a gang at Bellmare High.