Back in the Rack after nightfall the music starts, The Bully Boys are on stage, their kit and their 3 members take up the whole of the wooden platform, a rapid ska punk tune blasts out of the PA system and Jophiel screams down the microphone.


“We're proud of where we're from, We're proud that we're white, Proud that we're Skins, Proud that we fight.... It's the way we are, it's what we believe, Hatred is what I feel, peace I don't need!”


The crowd clusters around the front of the stage, pushing and shoving each other, fists and elbows fly, its no holds bard in the moshpit tonight, a Hammerskin has just been released from prison and its his welcome home celebration, the Skins of Port Royal are out in force to usher a noble stormtrooper back into the fold. Scarlet stands to the back of the room, arms folded across her chest, cigarette burning in-between her bony fingers and beside her members of the Core chat and drink, shooting the shit. Her newly formed ghoul, Tiny, is one of them, being loud and obnoxious again with a plastic glass of beer in his hand. The bar sells cut price drinks straight from the keg which was most likely stolen off the back of a truck. Tiny keeps giving his new master strange looks as he talks with his friends, still coming to terms with the fact that this small thing, this woman is more powerful than anyone else in this room, the fact that she’s undead, a vampire, one who drinks the blood of others to sustain herself, who kills and bathes in the blood of her victims. That’s some hardcore shit man, he had said, fucking hardcore. Scarlet had noticed his unease before she told him, revealed herself and her true nature, knew that he suspected that something wasn’t quite right. Who woulda thought he had the intuition?


Tiny was Scarlets way into the Hammerskins, yeah she was as violent as the rest of them, even more so, and yeah her brothers name had gotten her accepted, past the first hurdle but it would take something more for them to truly let in a female, a Skinbird as they called her, into their beloved Core. Scarlets brother Scott was a leading member of the Hammerskins in Miami and had often met up with these guys at rallys, his exploits had earned him respect within the Hammerskin Nation and a 15 years for armed robbery. Her family had given up much for the W.A.R, the White Aryan Resistance , Scarlets younger brother having died in race riots in Miami’s ghetto.


Now that she had an ear to whisper into, someone that would listen and implement her plans and idea’s and have up to nearly 200 foot soldiers at her disposal then maybe her Sect mates might start taking notice of what she’s trying to achieve nightly, so they might see what’s taking up her time spent away from her pack and sect mates. She looks around her, over the hard and hate filled faces of the skinheads, all young and dissatisfied with their lot in life and wanting to do something about it, to stick it to the man, to bring about change, by challenging and bringing down the system. She looks around a sees a small army, ready for battle, for whoever has the power to control them.


She glances up and sees the heavy set middle aged man standing on the steps that lead up to his office. Gabriel pushes his glasses up he bridge of his nose and smokes a cigar, Elijah standing next to him, both are impressive men, born to lead, her eyes narrow, there was the real power behind the throne. Gabriel is the intelligent one, the Vietnam vet, the one that manipulates the rest, these others are just grunts, shock troops…he is the one with the vision. She smiles at some joke Tiny makes pretending it was funny and plans slowly form in her mind.


“In a darkened nation, a strong flame burns, A different breed of people, one that won't turn ,A total dedication to our race, We fight the opposition, face to face.... We will raise our hands, Sieg Heil! When the battle is done we will raise our flags Hammerskins!…” Jophiel shouts down the microphone and the music drops suddenly away, his legs snap together and he does a Nazi salute, the crowd cheering and shouting Sieg Heil! Sieg Hail! As the band exits stage left.


9th of July, 2006


The sun sets on Port Royal and a cool sea breeze blows in from the ocean, the temperature drops and the streets of downtown are busy with people and cars, as the heat of the day passes, people who have been hiding from the suns raze start to venture out. The sky darkens and the city descends into evening.
In the Rack, skinheads mingle, beer flows and their chatter rises over the background noise of cd playing. Scarlet stands close to the bar arms folded across her chest. Her skinhead brethren move around her, they see her, know of her but they choose to keep a wide birth, something in her posture, her manner that intimidates them, yes Scarlet aint no home maker, she’s here for the long haul, to see their dream of white supremacy fulfilled, she will be there on the front line, fighting the system. They have no doubt. The skin chicks look on her as a model for themselves, this is what a female skinhead should be, why leave it to the men? Cant women hold a rifle too? Fire it? Shed blood?
Scarlet pulls her braces up her shoulders and lights a cigarette as the music dies away and Gabriel takes the stage, his thick dark rimmed glasses pushed up his nose. His hair is cut military style, a buzz cut, most likely a style he’s had since the 60s, back when he was fighting for his country in Vietnam, fighting for Americans that didn’t give a shit about them, that spat on them when they came back. They where war hero’s and when they came back injured, mentally and physically handicapped from the trauma of war…what did they receive? Nothing, being lucky not to succumb to depression and taking their own lives, where is the dignity in that?. Perhaps that’s why Gabriel is angry at his country, at his government…at the state of society, perhaps that’s why he is so filled with hate, having seen his friends butchered in front of him for a country that didn’t give a damn. Maybe that’s why he stands in front of these young men and women now and takes hold of the mircophone.
“My brothers and sisters….I look upon you and I see a room full of promising young individuals…great examples of the Aryan race…but ones held back in life…by society! By those damn Jews in the government. You all could be much more….so much more…if society is forced to change. ….Unemployment is high they say?” Gabriel paces slowly holding the mircophone away from his mouth, pausing for effect as her gazes at the crowd who all look up at him, listening attentively like hes some kind of prophet, some kind of messiah. Scarlet’s heard all this before, her ears are deaf to it, mind and soul immune. “Un employments high?” he repeats “Can you get a job?” He points at a thick headed thug in the front row.
“Hell no!” he reply’s
“And you?” he asks another “No?…that’s cuz all these foreigners have taken em all!….so they say unemployment’s high…well then sent them all back to where they came from and give honest white Christian folk like you good people a better chance in life…to provide for your families, to improve your lot in life…am I right?”
“Fuck yeah!”
“But we can talk and talk about what we should be doing, we have talked enough…we all know what needs to be done to take on the System.” he pauses and looks on at the crowd “and im sure that you all have your own…ideas” he smiles and several of the crowd chuckles. “you all have your orders….orders from God!” holding up his fist “It is your god given right…by the American constitution…that you bare arms against your enemy’s…and I tell ya something….no one gunna take my gun away from me…” He pulls out his handgun and holds it loose in his hand. “What bout you?” Guns appear in the crowd, held high. “That’s what I thought…aint that a pretty sight” He takes a long look over the crowd, eyes resting on Scarlet, she stares back meeting his gaze. “I look upon you and see my children….and feel pride”