Bam! .Bam! ..Bam! ...Bam! A large thunderous amount of banging could be heard in a small room within the four story dark apartment complex. Most people had grown use to it for the many years it had been happening, even the people who dared to call the cops would quickly learn from the cops themselves that they could do nothing to the man who is causing that savagery.

In the dimly lit room, the man had a pattern for the repetition of his strikes, he would hit the punching bag at perfectly timed intervals from a quarter of a second to a half a second interval to three quarters to a full second which was then repeated for a full half an hour. Muscles stretching and contracting displaying his insane body that would make any MMA fighter jealous due to the muscles developed at the perfect locations allowing for power and elasticity. His most shocking feature was not the 20 pound weights on each of his limbs or his well-toned body but what laid on his back, the mythical crystal dragon.

With wings outstretched to nearly the edge of his shoulders the crystal dragon looked as if it wanted to soar into the sky. Yet the face of the dragon glared as if was daring the beholder to look into its eyes. A quick light outage and the dragon disappears as if it never existed.

After the loud explosions would end at 5:30 on the dot the man would put an additional 20 pounds of weight on each of the limbs and wear baggy clothing and a hoodie and exit the house. Any neighbor who would glance at him during his morning run would feel the sadness that would surround the man and feel pity for him even those who would curse at him for the insufferable noise he caused earlier.

Few would ask the older residents of what brought about the deep despair that could be seen in the young man. They would reply he wasn't always this sad in fact he was the sunny scrawny and happy go lucky kid of this quaint area who would always make whoever his company was happy. In fact he lived with his grandmother and mother, his father passed away when he was much younger due to circumstances. His mother was a divine cook that probably came from the heavens herself with those amazing white macadamian cookies, man what I would give to taste one of those again said one of the story tellers with a hint of drool while recounting the story. In fact his family were owners of a small bakery near a car manufacturing factory in which thousands of lucky workers would be able to buy the heavenly baked goods. Some of the faster understanding people asked what the point of this story was and why couldn't they in fact go try out the food. The reply was the store was no more and that was because of the attention they attracted from the gangs.

The older residents then remind the people what type of area they live in Detroit, Farmington Hills. Especially the time during the mid-2000s, in the beginning business for them was exceptionally good and they in fact had protection from one of the gangs. Now listeners you might think that gangs are bad but almost all of them in the beginning were created to protect something however many have gone astray (example of a good gang: Scooby Doo, jokes aside Guardian Angels is a well-known one, along with many gangs created solely for the protection of ethnicities such as African American from violent groups)(example of a good gang going rouge or to the dark side: Many of the Mexican cartels were formed from Special Operation members, Crips are another great example and the last example are reformed prison members who gain power and have a relapse)(example of violent purposed gangs: most prison groups were formed solely to control the inside of prisons, they are extremely powerful after the privatization of prisons and there are millions of people in jail in the USA considering there are almost 370 million Americans, in the 1820s there were many gangs created in NYC to control regions by force for certain ethnicities for example the Irish gang was extremely powerful that it would control the owners of factories and last but not least are the new immigrants after WW2 from the oriental part of Asia which brought in organized drug crime syndicates such as the triad and the yakuza.) Now as the story tellers would mention this, the listeners would again ask what's the point of knowing this information and they would say you have to know the gangs if you want to live here in one piece so you don't disrespect the wrong people.

These people live in Farmington Hills one of the most run down dangerous parts of Detroit, the reason why people choose to live here despite knowing that there is no active police station in the near vicinity is due to the protection of a certain gang. Once the listeners were reminded of this simple fact they immediately realized that the man must definitely be part of this gang and a high ranking member if the police wouldn't dare do anything. The elders then mentioned that in fact he was the head of the gang and that like all of the people still living in this ghost town of a suburb he has a reason why.

Many of the new residents were intrigued of their protector and how such a young man could become such a strong figure that he had sectioned off an entire area. (The more powerful a gang is the more area is under their power or it could be concentrated into smaller areas like the gangs of metropolitan cities.) The reason why most of the people lived in this apartment area was that it was protected from the strongest protective gang in the entire Detroit and that it was basically the safe haven for all the people in the ghetto. All of them were intrigued why such a gang would protect this financially ruined area when they were in fact much more powerful than any district of the police or maybe the entire police force in Detroit and could get paid much more if they protected those that lived in New Detroit (Basically where the super-rich and powerful lived.).

The older residents immediately believed it to be because his family used to live here that he wants it to return the area back into a corridor that helps the poor but truthfully they in the end said they have no ideas of what is the reason. The only things they knew was that his father, mother, sister, and brother were in an explosion near the bakery. The only survivor was his mother who has never woken up from the coma after the accident which happened nearly 6 years ago. Afterwards he had to close the bakery due to no professional baker would be willing to work there and then sold the house he used to live nearby in to rent that room. It was such a sad moment that along with his families’ catastrophe he decided not to go to college even though he graduated high school at the age of twelve and instead decided to join the gang his father had a relationship with. For some reason this area had a massive revival after he joined, we didn't know he was the one who resulted in the new policies until much later when he finally became one of the higher ups in the group. When he finally became the head, all the territories were redefined where he protected all the schools in his territory and the ones that were on the border. Nevertheless be careful around him you know what happens to those who are closely related to those who are higher up on the ladder.

Most of them satisfied with what they heard and making a mental note to respect him and not to get too near him. Yet there were a few who were youths that were inspired and tried to get close to him, most of them wondered how he rose so fast within the gang and what he had to do while others were jealous because of his success and were trying to replicate it, and a very select few remembered that despite his family's ordeal why was he still so sad because it was over six years ago so what was causing him to be so sad now.

interval to three quarters to a full second which was then repeated for a full half an hour. Muscles stretching and contracting displaying his insane body that would make any MMA fighter jealous due to the muscles developed at the perfect locations allowing for power and elasticity. His most shocking feature was not the 20 pound weights on each of his limbs or his well-toned body but what laid on his back, the mythical crimson dragon.

With wings outstretched to nearly the edge of his shoulders the crimson dragon looked as if it wanted to soar into the sky. Yet the face of the dragon glared as if was daring to look into its eyes. A quick light outage and the dragon disappears as if it never existed.

After the loud explosions would end at 5:30 on the dot the man would put an additional 20 pounds of weight on each of the limbs and wear baggy clothing and a hoodie and exit the house. Any neighbor who would glance at him during his morning run would feel the sadness that would surround the man and feel pity for him even those who would cursed at him for the insufferable noise he caused earlier.

Few would ask the older residents of what brought about the deep despair that could be seen in the young man. They would reply he wasn't always this sad in fact he was the sunny scrawny and happy go lucky kid of this quaint area who would always make whoever his company was happy. In fact he lived with his grandmother and mother, his father passed away when he was much younger due to circumstances. His mother was a divine cook that probably came from the heavens herself with those amazing white macadamian cookies, man what I would give to taste one of those again said one of the story tellers with a hint of drool while recounting the story. In fact his family were owners of a small bakery near a car manufacturing factory in which thousands of lucky workers would be able to buy the heavenly baked goods. Some of the faster understanding people asked what the point of this story was and why couldn't they in fact go try out the food. The reply was the store was no more and that was because of the attention they attracted from the gangs.

The older residents then remind the people what type of area they live in Detroit, Farmington Hills. Especially the time during the mid-2000s, in the beginning business for them was exceptionally good and they in fact had protection from one of the gangs. Now listeners you might think that gangs are bad but almost all of them in the beginning were created to protect something however many have gone astray (example of a good gang: Scooby Doo, jokes aside Guardian Angels is a well-known one, along with many gangs created solely for the protection of ethnicities such as African American from violent groups)(example of a good gang going rouge or to the dark side: Many of the Mexican cartels were formed from Special Operation members, Crips are another great example and the last example are reformed prison members who gain power and have a relapse)(example of violent purposed gangs: most prison groups were formed solely to control the inside of prisons, they are extremely powerful after the privatization of prisons and there are millions of people in jail in the USA considering there are almost 370 million Americans, in the 1820s there were many gangs created in NYC to control regions by force for certain ethnicities for example the Irish gang was extremely powerful that it would control the owners of factories and last but not least are the new immigrants after WW2 from the oriental part of Asia which brought in organized drug crime syndicates such as the triad and the yakuza.) Now as the story tellers would mention this, the listeners would again ask what's the point of knowing this information and they would say you have to know the gangs if you want to live here in one piece so you don't disrespect the wrong people.

These people live in Farmington Hills one of the most run down dangerous parts of Detroit, the reason why people choose to live here despite knowing that there is no active police station in the near vicinity is due to the protection of a certain gang. Once the listeners were reminded of this simple fact they immediately realized that the man must definitely be part of this gang and a high ranking member if the police wouldn't dare do anything. The elders then mentioned that in fact he was the head of the gang and that like all of the people still living in this ghost town of a suburb he has a reason why.

Many of the new residents were intrigued of their protector and how such a young man could become such a strong figure that he had sectioned off an entire area. (The more powerful a gang is the more area is under their power or it could be concentrated into smaller areas like the gangs of metropolitan cities.) The reason why most of the people lived in this apartment area was that it was protected from the strongest protective gang in the entire Detroit and that it was basically the safe haven for all the people in the ghetto. All of them were intrigued why such a gang would protect this financially ruined area when they were in fact much more powerful than any district of the police or maybe the entire police force in Detroit and could get paid much more if they protected those that lived in New Detroit (Basically where the super-rich and powerful lived.).

The older residents immediately believed it to be because his family used to live here that he wants it to return the area back into a corridor that helps the poor but truthfully they in the end said they have no ideas of what is the reason. The only things they knew was that his father, mother, sister, and brother were in an explosion near the bakery. The only survivor was his mother who has never woken up from the coma after the accident which happened nearly 6 years ago. Afterwards he had to close the bakery due to no professional baker would be willing to work there and then sold the house he use to live nearby in to rent that room. It was such a sad moment that along with his families catastrophe he decided not to go to college even though he graduated high school at the age of twelve and instead decided to join the gang his father had a relationship with. For some reason this area had a massive revival after he joined, we didn't know he was the one who resulted in the new policies until much later when he finally became one of the higher ups in the group. When he finally became the head, all the territories were redefined where he protected all the schools in his territory and the ones that were on the border. Nevertheless be careful around him you know what happens to those who are closely related to those who are higher up on the ladder.

Most of them satisfied with what they heard and making a mental note to respect him and not to get too near him. Yet there were a few who were youths that were inspired and tried to get close to him, most of them wondered how he rose so fast within the gang and what he had to do while others were jealous because of his success and were trying to replicate it, and a very select few remembered that despite his family's ordeal why was he still so sad because it was over six years ago so what was causing him to be so sad now.