Sons of Anarchy - S.A.M.C.R.O

[Fear The Reaper]

The Sons of Anarchy.
They are a 1% Motorbike Club originating from a small town in Northern California, Since being formed in 1967 they have expanded their base of influence to cover half of the countries around the world.

The First 9 are all long since dead and now the MC has taken on new blood to keep the legacy going.

Jax Teller took over his step-fathers duties as the President of the MC when he was assassinated by the Mayans.

Abel Teller, The son of Jax Teller who was the son to John Teller, one of the founding members of the Club, and a joint founder of the Morrow-Teller Garage they use as a front for their Clubhouse.

Abel now has to step up to his fathers duties, as Jax began to suffer the same debilitating illness his step-father had suffered, making him unable to ride a motorcycle.

Jax still remains a vital member of the Club although he cannot ride a motorbike.
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Abel awoke covered in sweat, as he opened his eyes slowly he looked around his room. The room was dimly lit by the sunlight filtering through the thin metal blinds, casting a striped shadow across the carpeted floor.

"Argghhh! My head." Abel groaned as he stood up and pulled on his jeans.

Stepping barefooted into the bathroom, Abel reached for the cabinet and opened the door. Taking out his 9mm and 2 paracetamol for his head. Tucking the pistol down the back of his jeans, he walked back into his bedroom and pulled on a clean white t-shirt and his cut.

"Tara" Abel yelled as he finished pulling on his white trainers.

His 'mother' came to the door of his room, "I told you to call me mother" She spoke softly as she came and adjusted Abel's cut.

"Hows Father doing?" Abel asked as he walked towards the door.

"His hands are getting better." Tare spoke softly. "The doctor's said he might be able to ride again soon."

"I hope so, Mum." Abel spoke with a grin on his face.

"Enough of that cheek" Tara laughed as she clipped Abel round the back of the head with the newspaper she had picked up off of Abel's floor.

Abel walked through the bar, grabbing a cup of coffee off of the bar as he walked by, downing the hot coffee in two gulps he slid the cup back down the bar, as he reached the exit to the garage forecourt.

"Abel" Jax called as he peered out from beneath a bike held up on chains.

"Hey Dad" Abel spoke as he took a look at the engine of the bike, grabbing a wrench he tightened a loose bolt and pulled Jax from beneath it as he twisted the key in the ignition. The bike roared to life.

"How do you do that son?" Jax spoke as he scratched his head.

"These are magic fingers" Abel laughed as he held up his hands in front of his face.

As Abel lowered the bike to the garage floor the sound of gunfire rang out as the sound of gunfire and motorbikes filled the garage forecourt.

"Abel be careful" Jax yelled as he chucked him an assault rifle.

 

[Himeno-Pretear]

Paul was pinned down about 6 metres from the imp. he leaned out and fired off several bullets from his shotgun before ducking behind his cover again as bullets clipped into the side of the building he was hiding behind. any normal person in the situation would be scared or at least worried. Paul was in his element he smiled like a lunatic as he reloaded the shotgun and ran out from cover.
as it turns out there was only 3 people there with uzi's he ran and rolled until almost face to face with them then fired two shots to kill two of the three then used the body of one to shield himself from the thirds shots. as the third man stopped trying to reload he got a shotgun shell to the face. He looked around for anymore comers as he wiped the blood off his own body to see if he had any injuries. With nothing worse than a splinter he laughed as he headed to the imp

 

[Fear The Reaper]

"holy shit Paul, you okay?" Abel yelled as he ran over to the dead bodies of the three Mayans.

Abel kicked the three uzi's away from the bodies as a safety procedure to make sure they couldnt harm anyone else.

"What the fuck was this about?" Abel asked Paul.

 

[Himeno-Pretear]

"Im fine, which is more than can be said for our mayan friends." Paul chuckled "As for whats going on abel i thought you could tell me. i got off my bike to get your dadto have alook at it when they started shooting. Im lucky my baby wasnt hurt" Paul said patting the tank of his bike. "Are they trying to take over more territory? have you got in touch with all the others yet?" He started the bike
"Maybe we should teach them what happens when they over step their marks?" He revved his bike waiting for an answer. when none came he leant over and picked up all three uzi's stopping the engine to check for more ammo and the mayans mode of transport. Sure enough he found three bikes and he took them all into the garage saying "Hey jax we got some spare parts for you"

 

[Fear The Reaper]

Abel strode into the garage and tapped his dad on the shoulder as he was working on an engine in pieces on the floor. "I am not going to sit back and let the Mayans treat us like a doormat. I thought we had a treaty with them?" Abel spoke agitated.

"We DID have a treaty with them but everything got turned upside down whilst we were in prison, son" Jax replied not taking his eyes off of the engine.

"Well in that case I am taking two of the prospects and Paul with me to teach them a lesson in not fucking with the Sons." Abel spoke with a sadistic smile on his face.

"Just be careful, Son" Jax replied looking over his shoulder as Abel walked away.

Abel walked over to Paul and tapped him on the shoulder saying "Get two of the prospects and some of the M16's from out latest shipment, We are going on a little business trip" Abel slapped Paul on the shoulder as he walked into the clubhouse to get his bikes keys from behind the bar.

After grabbing his keys and a quick shot of whisky. He grabbed a new bottle of whisky, forced a handkerchief into the neck of the bottle and slung it in a bag which he hoisted onto his shoulder.

Stepping over to his bike, he patted the bike before sitting down and starting the engine. Pointing at Paul he gestured to move out and head for the local Mayan's business front. The Tropical Paradise Casino. "Lets go" Abel yelled over the roar of his engine.

 

[Himeno-Pretear]

"No problem abe" Paul said grabbing some m16's and heading off to find the prospects. shouldnt be hard, they would be in gina's bar. Sure enough he walked in and called for volunteers to ride with him and abel and too many turned up he grabbed the two that looked like they could handle them selves and passed them the m16's. he loaded his shotgun and drained a beer before heading to the door.

He mounted the imp and said "Come on children lets ride!" the three of them headed off to meet up with abel

 

[Fear The Reaper]

Pulling up on a bike in the streets of Charming warranted the rider an almost free access pass to anywhere in the town. Except from areas being run by rival MC's or the drug peddling Nords, responsible for most of the town's meth addicts.

Abel couldn't wait for the others so left a note stuck to his bike telling Paul to come in and tell the two prospects to go around the back and make sure noone is sneaking in or out of the place.

Abel drew his gun, and pulled the door of the Tropical Paradise Casino open. Walking straight through a group of Mayans sitting around a table next to the presidents door.
"Sit the fuck down" Abel yelled as one of the men went for something beneath the table. "All of you down on the floor now." Abel continued to yell as he grabbed a MAC-10 that was lying on the table in front of him.

Now carrying a MAC-10 in his left hand, making sure none of the Mayan bastards moved from the floor and his right hand covering the presidents office's door.

"Hey cono, I bought you a present, it's waiting out here for you." Abel spoke sarcastically to him, taunting him, beckoning him from his office.

"Dont do it bo..." The Mayan fell silent as Abel shot three rounds into the mans head leaving a bloody mess on the floor between the other men, who now looked terrified about the fact they could be next.

"Get your fucking mexican ass out here now, your boys have got some explaining to do!" Abel yelled again to the president who slowly came out of his office with an AK-47.

"Tu Madre Es Cono" The president spat angrily back at Abel. "You come into our clubhouse and you shoot one of my boys?".

"Well seeing as your boys attacked us first, you can shut the fuck up and sit down, Im gonna speak and your gonna listen." Abel spoke but before he could continue a rain of bullets shot from the presidents AK showering the room with hundreds of bullets.

"Shit" Abel thought to himself.

 

[Himeno-Pretear]

They got there shortly after able, judging by the bullets flying and the warmth of his engine. "You know what to do" Paul said as the prospects ran round the back of the bar and paul pulled his neckerchief over his mouth giving it the appearance of a skeletons mouth, his trademark as the reaper. He walked in and shot down two mayans as he rolled behind a bar to reload and then shot out the people behjind the bar. He made a few molotov cocktails for the journey out as he stood up and shot again. drawing the fire away from abel for the time being it wasnt long before he was recognised too "Shit amigos its the reaper of texas's fallen"