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SAMCRO
Legacy Name: SAMCRO

The Nightmare Charlie
Owner: Tris

Age: 17 years, 2 months, 3 weeks

Born: February 6th, 2007

Adopted: 17 years, 2 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: February 6th, 2007 (Legacy)

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Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

This isn't the life I chose. It was the life I was born into. I have loved it for so long, and now, all I want to do is leave. But it's not that easy. I can't just disappear. I will be found, and I will be punished for leaving. It took us 7 years to find the last guy who ran. We tied him up and took a blow torch to his back. But today, luck is on my side. Today is the day I get out. This is my last drug run. This is the last time I sell guns to gangs so they can gun down innocent children. This is the last time I kill anyone.

My father founded SAMCRO in the 70's. He was gunned down when I was a teenager. My Mother remarried his best friend and VP at the time, Clay. It was always assumed I would end up at the head of the table as the President of this club. Instead I am VP, and Clay still sits at the head of the table. He is the reason I want out. His decisions have run this club into the ground, and it's no longer safe here. I have a child and a woman I love now. I can't keep putting them at risk. And then there are rumors that Clay is the one who had my Father killed.

We used to deal in small time gun distribution for the IRA. Believe me, it's a lot safer than it sounds. But Clay's getting up there in age, and he wanted one last big payout before stepping down and handing the gavel over to me. He decided we should run drugs for a Mexican cartel. Everyone was against it. Outraged even at the mere suggestion. We don't deal in drugs end of story. But Clay is the master manipulator. He has known for a while now that I want to take my family away from all this. So he gave me the option to get out without having the Reaper torched off my back. All I had to do was convince the rest of the club that running drugs is what we should do. So I did. I lied to the whole club.

So here we are. It all comes down to this. I finish this drug run and I'm a free man.

�Hey Jax. Are you sure this is a good idea?�
�Of course it is. We get in. We make the exchange. We get out.�

My best friend Opie. We have been there for eachother our whole lives. He has no idea I'm leaving. It's going to devastate him.

�Alright everyone listen up! This should be an easy run. You all know the drugs are in the back of the van. Opie, Chibs and Juice. You stay on that van at all times. The rest of us will be riding up front to clear the way. At the first sign anything is going wrong, your priorities are to get that van to the meeting place. The rest of us will take care of everything else. Lets go!�

I don't know why, but I have a bad feeing about this.

The meeting place is an old abandoned factory 25 miles outside of town. The Calaveras should be there already. 100 Kilos of heroin in exchange for 10 million dollars. My cut is 500 grand. Enough to buy a house and start a good life.

We arrive without incident and Hector, the Calaveras President, is outside waiting for us. He escorts us in, we take a look around, and motion for the van to make it's way inside. All clear.

Hector opens up a dufflebag full of cash. �Go ahead and count it. We'll wait.� It's all there. Holy shit this is a lot of cash. I turn and motion for the drugs. Juice opens the van doors and that's the last thing I remember.

Everything is fuzzy, but I know guns when I hear them. My head is killing me and I can see blood on the ground. I KNEW this was a bad idea.

�CLAY! OPIE!�

Where are they?

I pull my gun and find a hiding spot quick. I peer out from behind some machinery. All I see is chaos. I can't tell up from down and who is who, but I see Clay. He's lying on the ground. He's moving. Good. I have to get him out of here. If he dies, so does my chance of getting the hell out of here.

I make a run for it.

�CLAY! C'MON LETS GET OUTTA HERE!� I grab onto him. �Son. Don't let them get away with the drugs and the cash. You gotta kill them all!� �NO! I have to get you out first. Grab me and I'll take care of them when I get you out!� The pool of blood underneath Clay is getting larger by the second. �Alright.� He grabs on and I pull him up. I have to get him back to the club now.

I hear the van start up. I hear someone yelling my name. There's blood everywhere.

BANG.

Clay goes limp in my arms. �NO! YOU SON OF A BITCH!�

All I see is red. I fire at every moving target. I have no idea what is going on. Where anyone is. Someone grabs me from behind and throws me in the the van.

�NOOO GOD DAMMIT! WE HAVE TO GO BACK!�
�Jax! We can't. They didn't get the drugs. That's all that matters!� Opie is holding me back from jumping out.
�BUT CLAY!�
�Jax! He's gone! It's suicide to go back for him. We have to get everyone back to the clubhouse now!�

When we arrive, Tara is already there patching everyone up. That's my girl. She stops for a moment and throws herself into my arms.

�Are you hurt? What the hell happened? Where are Clay and Chibs?� She knows by my look it's not good. �I don't know.� More lies.

�Jax. Oh my god are you ok? And Clay? Jax! JAX! Answer me!� I can't look at my Mother. �Gemma, come help me stitch up Juice's leg.� Tara tries to pull her away, but she's not moving.
�Jax?�
My Mother's no fool. She knows.

Chibs shows up. Everyone is here. Thank God. We head into the clubhouse, and I can't believe my eyes. Booze and whores everywhere. They're partying?

�ARE YOU ASSHOLES SERIOUS?� Everyone stops to look at me. �WE ALMOST GOT KILLED. ALL OF US. AND CLAY! HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN ALREADY? AND NOW YOU'RE JUST GOING TO SIT HERE AND DRINK BEER AND ACT LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED? TABLE NOW!�

I've just called my first meeting.

�This shit ends NOW. No more drugs. No more guns. No more getting people killed. I'm done. This is my club now, and we are going to do things differently from now on. If anyone has a problem with that, you can leave. Anyone oppose me?� Silence. I slam the gavel on the table. �Good. Now, first order of business. How the hell do we get out from under the Cartel?�

This isn't gong to be easy I know. My son and Tara aren't any safer today than they were yesterday. But I'm going to make a change. I'm going to make the club what my Father intended. And I'm starting right now.

Tara and my Mother walk in. The old Lady and the New. I have a lot of respect for my Mother, but Tara is nothing like her. She will never allow me to become the monster that Clay was. Gemma motions for her to take her place by my side. Tara walks over and puts her arm around me. I can't believe it. I was supposed to be leaving for a new life right now, but life had other plans for me.

My Father once sat at the head of this table with my Mom by his side. I wonder, what life would have been like had he survived? Am I going to be just like him? Only time will tell. But for now, this is my Club. And this is a new beginning.

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All inspiration, images, names and likenesses of characters credited to Kurt Sutter, creator of Sons of Anarchy.

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