A NOTE TO THE READER: This story is going to be done in split narrative style, using different types of dialogue and speech patterns unique to their characters. This may get long (this is only the first chapter) so I may end up putting up on some free site (?)
[size=14px]CONEY, CONEY[/size] by Mr. Rem
[size=12px]Jackie Boy[/size]
Cleon was dead. Cleon is dead. Dead. Rhino is dead. Atreus and Speakie got busted four weeks ago while trying to get in some chick in the alleyway.Cops came and they ran for it. So they say. They being Ajax and Ajax being not too trustworthy. But Atreus and Speakie being gone only leaves Ace who isn't worth s*** in a real fight so that means Ajax's crew is gone. Snow being gone means Ajax has no conscience.
He sits now fiddling with a knife on the couch.
Swan would've been the best decision for war lord had he stayed. He supposedly lives somewhere in Coney with some chick named Lisa.
Vermin cooled down a lot after that night out 14 months ago. He discovered acid and dropped it whenver he could. That is, in addition to the bud and the coke. And pills. When I first joined the Warriors the old bastard would make me go and steal old ladies' purses and bring them back to him. Vermin just sitting there on that old beat up couch in the bath house. S***. he'd rip open that purse and pop open those bottles after a minute's fiddling with the child-proof cap. Then he'd go bottoms up and take them all. I s*** you not he'd take them all. He never even bothered to read any of the labels on them. Just pop and swallow. If he didn't get high enough he's make me run back out there and go find some old woman to get more from.
I'd laugh if you told me he actually had the balls to just flat out rob a pharmacy. He probably would if I just told him that there are old people everywhere just waiting for prescriptions and stuff. He doesn't know that. Knew that. I'd laugh if you told me he actually rumbled. Like I said the bastard just sits there on that old couch looking for the cat that he insisted is tearing up the upholstery. He cared a lot about that couch, despite the fact that it's him in a drug-induced stupor that is tearing up the thing. but like I said he just sits there. We'd go up to him like,
"Hey Vermin. What's the word on the street?"
"Real cool, man. It's easy streets tongiht boppers," all high on depressants and s***. Probably half the stuff he was dropping were probably Grandma Junie's vagina inserts.
"Now help me find that goddamn cat."
He could always make us laugh. That bastard.
But then he got stabbed through the eye with a knife by a dealer.
I'd laugh if you said to me "the Warriors are a real heavy set." I don't know who's going to find out how weak we really are first: rival gang members or the kids dumb enough to join this outfit. We're riding on a reputation that is over a year old. Depending on that to keep the boogeyman away. Pathetic.
Sometimes Ajax sees me and gives me that look. The newbloods wear the vests of the members that have left, the blood and sweat stains on the vest on increasing, increasing. He picks his toenail with the knife. Getting that black fuzz out that you get from wearing black socks out from bewteen his toenail and flesh is is main concern right now. He looks at me. he sees someone who has died or gotten arrested or let him down by just plan leaving. And then he fixes himself and walks away.
Out of a second floor window the sky is clear. the ocean air pushes our worries and stink and smog and filth and blood and cum into the inner city. We think we are clean. I walk down the stairs skipping the missing floorboard and the two loose steps from the time Cowboy beat that kid to death.
Ace is doing push-ups in sets of twenty at my feet as I exit the building. He says "Faggot." I turn, tempted to kick him square in the nose so he'll be "Asthe" instead of "Ace" for the rest of his life. F******. he continues doing push-ups.
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Because we all know you're gonna need big muscles when you're dead.
CONEY, CONEY
CONEY, CONEY
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CONEY, CONEY
This is really good!! Keep on writing man



Re: CONEY, CONEY
I agree terrific story, keep it coming, not to sound like a jerk, but putting the swan back in would be cool, except he could be like...Half-dead when they find him.
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Re: CONEY, CONEY
they're right its a great story. n u should deffinently keep writing.