Three days. That's how long Jecca had to decide if he was going to join the Saints. He didn't want anything to do with the gang culture of Stilwater, he just wanted to live a quiet life somewhere and be halfway respected. Sure on the surface life in a gang looked pretty sweet: do what you wanted, get money, cars, and bitches hanging from your waist. Jecca could build a name for himself and command the respect he wanted. Jecca, loyal Saint. Jecca, resident badass. Jecca, the guy every other guy wanted to be. The thought made him chuckle inwardly. An actual man, seeing him as a paradigm of what men should be? It was thoughts like that that brought him before the church on the third day. There was a crowd gathered listening to some important sounding speech being delivered by Julius. Jecca couldn’t really pay much attention to it, he was in some sort of trance as he walked over to the crowd. It was now or never, either Jecca would become a Saint, or he would just slip away unnoticed to probably die in some shitty way later. …show more content…
Julius was overseeing the canonization and when he saw Jecca, a small smile cracked his …show more content…
He was bigger than the last guy and Jecca wouldn’t be able to throw him like the other one. He also knew that his punches would hurt a lot more and put effort into not getting tagged. He was able to hit his opponent a few times but it did fuck all to the mass of human brick he was fighting. Jecca was spending more time dancing around his opponent than actually fighting, and it was tiring him out. In a last ditch move, Jecca threw himself at his opponent, putting all his body weight into it and managing to knock him off his feet. He hit the pavement with an ugly crunch but his groans and swears let Jecca know he was going to be