omega_clay (omega_clay) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2011-05-05 18:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2011 05, character: g callen, dead: clay morrow, dead: gemma morrow, dead: leon vance |
RP: Gemma and Clay
Who: Gemma Morrow and Clay Morrow
Where: Charming, California
When: Thursday May 5, 2011
Summary: The Monarchs arrive.
The sun was setting as the cool, Spring air rushed past them, the bandana covered his forehead. The sound of the suped up, decked out, specially customized Harley Dyna engine cut through the air. The bike glistened and gleamed in the diminishing sunlight and almost every part looked brand new. The Reaper, the SOA rocker, and the California rocker adorned the machine. It was a vehicle fit for a King and that's what he was. The King of SAMCRO.
His face broke into a broad grin as he sucked in the air. He had his bike. He had his club. He had his Queen. This was freedom, he thought. He turned his head in a gesture toward the woman riding behind him, gripping the leather cutte that told his story. First 9, one of the original members. Men of Mayhem, he had shed blood on the club's behalf, many times, almost every time was more thrilling than the one before it. President, leader of the mother chapter of the Sons of Anarchy, ruling the club like it was his own nation.
Clay had spent the past 13 months in jail. It was his second time in the joint for an extended period of time, the minor skirmishes that occasionally put him behind bars for a few days didn't count. They had planned for him and the others to be arrested. The plan went off like clock work. They got Jimmy O from the Russians, turned him over to the ATF, received the binding legal documents of the plea agreement that would all but wipe away their culpability for all the laws they had broken, Chibs had gotten his revenge on Jimmy, and Opie had slaughtered the ATF agent who was ultimately responsible for Donna's death.
The first time on the bike in over a year was exhilarating. When he walked out of the prison, Gemma and the bike were waiting for him. He had grinned like a school girl and if it hadn't been for public indecency laws, he would've fucked her right there. As they road down Highway 4, he was a happy man. SAMCRO was going to rise to heights never seen before. He had two beautiful grandchildren waiting to be in Papa's arms. And then there was his wife.
A bright light filled his eyes and instinct took over. He throttled the bike down and pulled onto the shoulder. A long, dark skid mark painted their trail. He put a leg down bringing the bike to a halt.
"You OK, babe?" He asked worryingly as he turned his head around, blinking trying to get his eyes to finish focusing. His hand found the hand gun in its familiar location. What was that light? Where had it come from? Was this some sort of Mayan attack? Had they decided to end the peace? He didn't know, but he was ready for whatever was coming his way.