It was a rather hot night and most people wore either a shirt or a tank top, pairing it with some shorts. There was a long line outside Glorious, a famous bar owned by a foreign businessman. It was always packed with people who seek for relaxation that involved pleasure and alcohol. The guards at the door, always checking the I.D.s that young people show, knowing immediately if it's fake.

"Oh shit, the Broken Beasts are coming! Give way if you want to go home in one piece you fuckers!"

A man yelled from the door of the bar as he spotted a familiar car approach the lot. Soon everyone looked back and did as they were told as four figures got off of the expensive Ford Ranger and headed to the bar. Everyone parted and made a way at the center for the intimidating men to pass. Newcomers were confused but scared at the men who towered over everyone. Those who already knew them were either gawking at how handsome they are or getting jealous at how they could easily command people even without saying a word.

"Who are they? They look scary." A curious girl asked her friend as the guards opened up the doors without asking for any identification card.

Her friend clicked her tongue and crossed her arms as the line went back to normal and they successfully entered the two-story building.

"I can't believe you don't know those hotties. Are you even human Lisa?" The said Lisa smacked her friend's shoulders as they went to take a seat where they could see those men ordering drinks and sitting at a stool.

"Those two at the left side are twins, you can see the resemblance yeah? It's always hard to tell them apart but we call them the Cheetahs." She said as she drank from her glass.

"Let me guess, because they're fast-runners?" Lisa leaned her chin on her hand as she stared at her friend.

"That and because they have sharp teeth. No one knows how that happened, but when they show that cunning smile, they would purpously display those scary sharp teeth."

The men all stood up and went upstairs, making Lisa pout. "Don't worry, I'll tell you more tomorrow."

"How come you know so much about them?"

She smiled, "I stalk them because I fancy the Lion."

"Who the fuck is the Lion?"

The tall figures all took a seat at the large sofa in the VIP room. The Cheetahs, known for their sharp teeth and ability to run faster than a car speeding up to 120 kilometers per hour, were now eating some chips from the fridge. The twins had a natural dark blonde hair that brought out the blueness of their eyes. They had broad shoulders, well-defined bodies and toned abs with a height of 6'1". Both had a thinner waste than their other two companions but it wasn't their body that made people fear them.They would always wear that cunning smile that displayed their bloodthirsty sharp teeth and loved how people would run away from them, scared they might get bitten. They would even laugh about rumors that said they were secretly vampires. At the moment, they wore simple black tank tops that showed off there biceps.

A large hand made its way inside the bag of chips and took out a few pieces, quickly putting it in his mouth, tasting the saltiness of the junkfood and vomiting it out on the floor.

"What the fuck Lion?! I let you have a few pieces and you just throw it out like that? You owe me you fucktard."

"It's not my fault that shit tastes like it's already expired." Lion wiped his mouth with his arm and flopped back down, turning on the television as he rested his arms on each side of the couch.

Lion was a different story. People feared him for his ability to crush your head with one hand. One punch from him and you'll feel the pain ten times more. One fight scene and you'll either end up in a coma or in a coffin underground. Whenever they had a fight with other gangs, his hands would always ache for blood and so he feeds them with all his might. Lion had forest-green eyes with thick eyebrows, his right eyebrow had a slash near the end, and thick lashes making his gaze intense. His black hair had blue highlights and was cut to the sides. His left ear had multiple small earrings or piercings as others call it. His pointed nose, thin lips and perfectly-sculpted jaw completed this 'not your typical bad boy' look.

"Hey! Don't say that, it's our favorite!"

Lion rolled his eyes at the Cheetas, "That's the point idiots."

"Alright, shut up you three. We have ourselves another feast." Hawk announced as he sat down infront of Lion, a small table between them and the twins on the left side.

Hawk was their leader. He had the same body structure as Lion but Hawk was two inches shorter than him. Lion was 6'5" while Hawk was 6'3". While the other three used what they physically had, Hawk was unbeatable when it came to guns. He had been first introduced to guns when he was eight years old and since then, he always had guns with him everywhere he goes, from the biggest to the smallest gun. At his apartment, he had a whole room of those along with knives. Hawk had the darkest black eyes anyone has ever seen, along with white hair that had golden highlights.

Despite all the differences, the four instantly clicked together and thus the Broken Beasts was formed. Each beast had a dark past that sent them breaking to the last piece. Their past was their gasoline, it was what they use to be more determined in doing their jobs. They hold on to it. It's what made them into what they are now, Broken Beasts. Beasts that ruled over everyone that came their way. They were one of the most dangerous gangs in the city. They have many supporters who actually idolize them and wanted to be part of the group so they wouldn't need to sweat much when it comes to calling for backup, although they rarely need it. But ofcourse, if there's one thing that's to be proud about them is that they never hurt innocent people. This was why people actually like them even though they were scary and dangerous.

They only fight and get involved in other types of fights when they get challenged. And never, not even once, did they lose. Like every other fights, people had bets and that was one of things that kept their group full and not starving to death. Although the twins and Hawk was rich, they never used their own money for useless things. The owner of the bar never charged them money for staying at the VIP sections as long as they never caused any hammock. The old man was frightened to the bones when they first met so they never questioned him.

"So, where's the next party eh? Ethan and I are thirsty, our teeth needs regular feeding yah know." The cheetah joked before Hawk made a 'tsk' noise and leaned back to the sofa.

"Unfortunately Hunter, it's a fist fight. Remember that we always fight fairly, unless they break the rules first, then we'll let all hell break lose."

Everyone gave an approving nod and smirked in unison as Lion stood up and cracked his large bruised knuckles.

"So, who's life are we going to end tonight?