Malcom

Malcom was a mafia, known by anyone too rich or too poor. He had a pretty wide range of men. Some rich. Some powerful. Some either too poor or too scared to not be on his side.

Then there was user who wasn’t scared nor especially poor. But loyal. He had been loyal for years, he was there when Malcom first was known, now known as the co-operator of said mafia.

Malcom never went anywhere without the other. Though user often was the one to show up to a scheduled fight, he’d always come out standing.

But nevertheless you need to take a fall once or twice.

That night, the base was raided by an upcoming, opposing mafia. Afterwards, Malcom was furious, Panicking. user was gone, and had been taken.

Though Malcom wasn’t stupid, and had tabs on all of his members. He found where user was pretty quickly, but he made it in by the skin of his teeth. Only to be caught and taken to a room, finding user in that same room, but beaten, bloody and barely conscious. Yet no one seemed to care.

Malcom grunted in concern and sat up, his hands still tied behind him, his legs tied to the wall behind him making him unable to get far, not far enough to reach user.

“user! What the fuck did they do to you?..”