Vermin's Pride: Part one

[warrior9721]

Chapter 1: Intro

The room was crowded with people, everyone wanted to join The Destroyers.
Suddenly, Lemmy the Lt. Walked out from the hangout, everyone booed.
"Where' the Virg-man!" some said.
"We want Vigil." others chanted.
"Virgil's held up in his own line of work. he's happy to see all of you, soon-to-be-destroyers we need all the help we can get!" everyone cheered including Vermin,
One man stumbled around, for he was too drunk to speak, and too dizzy to walk.
He bumped into vermin, and turned around.
Vermin made eye contact, "You alright, man?" he asked the dark skinned, Destroyer Lt.
"You seem...Drunk." The man burped then let out a few slurred words.
"What's...your name So-Solider?"
Vermin gulped, if he said Bear which he was known by when he was a Sarecen He'd be dead!
Suddenly, a name came in his mind, Vermin. It was perfect, short and had to do with his troubled past.

Chapter 2: The name Vermin.

The Streets of Chinatown were absoulty filled with diffrent gangs, and people who wanted to be in diffrent gangs.
Vermin...or Bear was one of them.
He stood in an alley way, Thinking.
Tears rolled down his cheek, for it was only a day since his brother, Benji. H. Vermanii, was murdered.
He longed to find out who...just who committed the crime.
Police said it was along the streets of Harlem, he was abducted into a black van, as locals say, and his body popped up in one of the Carney tents in Coney Island.
Not one person knew, until the smell arose.
It filled the alleyways.
When Stefano, the local meat shop owner concluded it was the smell of something dead, police searched the area.
Sure enough, his body was found, the head neatly cut off and in his own hand, each one of his toes sliced the letters "D-E-A-T-H".
"Bear let's go! The mosh pits are openning!" Edge yelled to him.
"N-No, just go yourself." he wiped a tear from his eye.
"You still hung up on Benji?"
"No, Edge I was just sitting in a dark alleyway crying because the meat market salesman ripped me off! Yes, I'm hung up on Benji!"
"Chill out, Bear!" Edge yelled.
Bear waved him on,
"Listen, Bear, my dude, my brother, I'll find this scumbag that did that to Benji, I'll find him, and I'll give him personly to you!"
"He's gone, he fled NY there's no trace of him ever here!"
Edge rubbed his chin.
"Your angry, are you?"
Bear nodded.
"How bout' this, We go to the mosh pits, you take out that built up anger on any punk who chalenges you!"
"Edge, I..."
"You what?"
"I want out! My ma is gonna' die if I'm gone. Then it's my Junkie brother and her and he ain't much, in fact he ain't nothin'!"
"I-I don't know what to say, Bear. We have a chance to build up our name, our game, our everything!"
"Find another member, I'm goin' home."
He walked the oppisite way down the hall.
"Wait, Bear!"
"What?" he stopped.
"If you just stay with us, for a little while, I give you my word, I'll find him. I don't care if i have to go to Canada! I Will find him!"
Bear held out his hand for him to shake it,
"Alright, Now Mosh pits?"
Bear nodded, but didn't say a word.

Chapter 3: Mosh pits

There were three mosh pits, one consisting of the Turnbulls, the JSBs, and The Satans mothers.
The second was just the huns and the bodies of the orphans.
And The third was The VC Rangers, The Huricanes, and The hi-hats.
"decsisions, desisions, which one?"
Edge asked, Bear didn't answer he just scanned the pits with his eyes.
"2" he sasid after a few minutes.
"Who wants to try the Savage huns? huh? Huh? HUH?"
One yelled into the crowd.
Suddenly, a fist pounded into his face, he fell to the ground.
Then Bear and Edge stepped in,
"Cheap shot! Cheap shot! Cheap shot!" one helped the other up.
"Nine huns Versus Two...I'm sorry, who excatly are you?" One, paticlurly thier warchief asked.
"The Sarecens." Edge said.
"Oh! The Sarecens! I'm shaking!" He yelled.
Suddenly, a man with a striped shirt ran in.
"Clean start, Clean Start, Clean start!" he yelled.
"Ready? 1...2...3...START!"
Edge punched one in the face, grabbed him, threw him down and kicked him.
Bear side kicked their leader the face, then poked his eyes in.
The third one, kicked Edge off of the first, bear grabbed him from behind and held his nose with one hand, his mouth with the other.
The hun struggled with breathing, until he passed out.
Bear helped edge up,
"Three down, six to go!" Edge yelled.
"Double kick?" Bear asked, Edge nodded.
Bear put his arm's through Edge's who was holding on to his pockets, and swung edge in the air, he kicked randomly, three more went down.
"Six down three left." Bear said
Bear jump kicked one in the face, Swung punched the other, turned around and elbowed the last.
A few seconds of silence, then the crowd threw thier fists up in the air and cheered.
Suddenly, Bear's mind rang, like a sence of death that was on his door-step, he turned around, the warchief had got up and had a knife in his hands.
He shouted something in chinese as he swung the switch-blade across Bear's stomach.
Bear jumped back, the knife slid across his tank top, but didn't cut him.
Bear grabbed the man's hand and twisted it, braking his wrist.
The man fell, holding his wrist in pain, then got up, muttered something to himself, and ran off the pain was still circleing his hand.
The crowd then cheered once again and ran into the pit and high-fived Edge and Bear.
Grils wrote thier phone numbers on thier arms, like tatoos.
Guys high-fived them and asked them "Can i be in your clique?"
But Bear wasn't happy, and the fact of him dieing too from a knife was in the front of his mind as well as the question, "Should it have been me?"

Chapter 4 The killer's demise

It was 6:00 A.M. in Bear's aprtment, the phone woke him up, he searched for it on his crowded coffee table full of liquor.
"He-Hello?"
"Bear, It's Edge."
"Edge, It's...early, Call later, Man."
"Bear, I found Benji's killer."
Bear's eyes shot open, "You did, wh-where? Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. One of those people who joined...his name's Jake, he knows him, he knows everything about him."
"I-I don't know what to say. Wait for me!"
"Got it, he ain't goin' nowhere."
Bear threw on his Tank top, jeans and Converse and hoofed it to the train.
He reached the safe house at 7:00.
"He here?" he asked to the front guard.
"You Bear?" The man asked.
"Yeah, is the guy here?"
"Yes already, talk to Edge." he unlocked and opened the door.
Bear fast walked in and grabbed Edge, out of his conversation with a girl.
"What, man? What?"
"Were you toying with me? Edge this is serious."
"I wasn't toying! Okay, follow me." he opened up a door, a closet. A knife was on the table.
"Have fun." he said.
The man sat there, a gag in his mouth, he was tied to a wooden chair.
Bear grabbed the Kife, and without even talking to the man, he shoved it into his neck.
And cut around his head,
then pushed off the head,
blood spurred out of it and on to his tank-top.
He then walked out the door, everyone starred at him, blood on his top. But Bear didn't even care.
"It's done, Edge," he whisspered to him "And I'm out."
"I understand, Bear. It's been fun."
After the regular goodbyes he strolled out the door, gone.

[warrior9721]

Chapter 5: Destroyer

"Vermin!" Vermin shouted to the drunk Lt.
"Name's uh,uh, Cleon! My name is Cleon!"
"Pleasure to meet you." Vermin shook his hand.
"Now to indurce to you! Virgil!" Lemmy yelled,
Virgil strolled out with his hands high,
"Hel-oo everyone! *I'm sorry t' say that i can't pick all'o'you, only some a' you a' gonna' make it! Cleon, get on up here, you gonna' help me decide!"
Cleon stumbled up to the stages of the Shack, Virgil held him up, he was so drunk.
"Cleon, first pick...who?"
"V-Verm...an!" he yelled.
"Verman? We got a Verman here!"
Vermin raised his hand, "I think he means me, Vermin."
"Whatchu' waitin' for, Boy? Get on up here!"
People cheered as he moved to the stairs.
Lemmy put a vest on him and told him to stand behind Virgil.
Vermin zoned out everyone else, he just loved the fact, he was a Destroyer!

Chapter 6: Extortion

"I see you've met my collegue, Cleon-ma-man!" Virgil yelled to Vermin as they stood outside the hangout.
"Yeah he was too whiffed up to talk."
"That's Cleon! C'mon i'll introduce you to more key members of our Destroyer Society!"
He led him to a Cabin in the northside of town, near the warehouses.
"That's LC's cabin he gets evrythang' straghit from our dealers."
"Pretty sweet." Vermin said.
He then led him to Plumber's place.
"That's charlie the plumber, One of our main extortion stores. Hey pays every week, but the reason i took you here is, you need to collect. Show me your skills, V."
Vermin pushed open the door,
"Can i help you?" Charlie asked.
"I'm here to collect...for Virgil."
"bull-****!" Charlie yelled "I payed last week that's enough!"
Vermin looked at Virgil, thorugh the plate glass window who was nodding at him.
Vermin took charlie and smacked his head into the counter, "Listen to me you old piece of sink selling, washer fixing ****! You have to pay us, you have no choice or...I could burn the **** outta' this place with a box full of molotovs and tell the cops it was a mistake! No pay the 45$ And I'll be on my way."
Charlie rubbed his head, opened the cash register, and gave Vermin the money, Vermin left.
"Carazy job, V. that shows you ain't no wimp...now letsw get back to the hangout, Lemmy, and Beansie are waitin' for ya'."

[warrior9721]

Chapter 7: Initiation

"Yo guys, this guy's got skills call's himself Vermin. He collected from Charlie!" Virgil yelled to Lemmy and Beansie.
"Really? All week we been sending new-bloods down to collect...weird." Beansie said.
"But you still got to prove yourself to not only us but the community." Said lemmie as he fiddled with his cigar.
"Yeah, We heard some little small time crew, Orphans were snuffin' out our tags. Dat's a bad thing, V. Question is, you got enough meat on your bones to thrash 'em?" Beansie asked.
"Hell-to-the-yeah!" Vermin yelled.
"I like you, Vermin. You ain't just some regular fresh meat, you alright. Let's go." Lemmie yawned as he put out his cigar on the tips of his blue sneakers, then shook the ashes off and flicked the remains out the window.
They arrived at the warehouse,
It was true, three orphans were spray-painting the entire left wall.
"Alright, Vermin. dease' punks are fast runners, you best come in peace." Beansie said.
"And if that **** Beansie's tellin' you t' do fails, of which it will, peace those little ***** with dis'."
He gave Vermin a spray-paint can,
"It's Destroyer Blue, just like us." Lemmie pointed out, Vermin read the can of which was a quarter full.
"Oh, **** the Destroyers." Sully, thier leader said as he backed up.
"C'mon, sull. There's only one we'll take 'em!" his Lt. egged him on.
"Yeah, Yeah you're right one ain't bad." he whispered,
Vermin walked up to them, "You like peacin' in Coney?" he asked.
"There's more of us than you, Destroyer. Charge at me! C'mon!"
Vermin rubbed his chin, "No, please continue, those ****-heads ripped me to the curb. they cost me so much money! Too much!"
"We cool? Why you wearin' thier Jersey then?"
"No reason...only that i can do this!"
Vermin wacked one in the face with the can,
Painted the other,
And let Sully cowardly run away.
"****! Good work, V...You forgot somethin', though."
"What?" Vermin asked.
Beansie grabbed the can and sprayed a "D" on each of thier shirts.
"Now, You cool your heels for a while back at the hangout. I'm sure I'll find a little somthin' for you t' do." Lemmie ordered.

Chapter 8: The start of a friendship.

It now was thundering outside the hangout's window, no scouts were on patrol, they all tryed to crowd into the small room.
"Oh, C'mon Lincoln! It was a mistake!" Cleon yelled to his grilfriend as they walked out of the back-room.
"Man!" Cleon yelled as he smacked the wall, next to Vermin.
"Woman troubles?" Vermin asked, shrugging.
"Yeah, no doubt. Lincoln's so mad cause' i called her Patricia, My ex. How's a man soupposed to get used to that!"
"Mad the mistake more than a few times, myself." Vermin said quietly.
"Hey, you the guy, the Charlie the plumber, Orphan guy."
"That's me."
"Wow, I heard the stories and i thought, man has Lemmie beebn smoking too much a' that ****?"
"What ****?"
"The cigars he carries around, they come straghit from Mexico. There must be 4 types a' drugs in those things!"
"Wow, another Druggie."
"Yeah, i know what you mean...Hey I'm goin' to the bar, you wanna come with?"
"How the hell can i say no?"
"I know, right?" Cleon aggred.
They both waltzed out the door.

[Luther828]

Hey, man, looking good. Another great start to another great story!
But, one tip, and it's a tip i've said before, and it's spellcheck your work. There's still a few grammar errors. Apart from that, good work.

[warrior9721]

This next chapter is dedicated to Luther828, without him, I'd have to give up on this story.

Chapter 9: The barfight/friendship.

Cleon and Vermin entered "The Booze Cow" it was an irish pub in coney, it wasn't that bad. If you minded Drunkies, you wouldn't like it there.
"Hey, Cleon!" the bartender greeted him with a handshake.
"Hey, Moonie! Two Roonies, and fast Virgil's pullin' Scout on me."
Vermin examined the place, it was...alright. Of course it was a new place to add to the amount he's seen in the last night or so, he never even ventured to Brooklyn before, let alone coney. But he made clear that no traces to his past were found, for if they were, Virgil would have his head in a noose by Midnight.
He looked down the row of stools, Two men sat there.
One had a cowboy hat, it covered his eyes, he looked devious as he peered up from his magizene that he was flipping through every ten seconds, the other sipped down a jug of beer, and kept his eyes on them, he wore a black T-shirt with jeans and leather shoes, his hair turned to a mullet on his neck.
"Destroyers" muttered the one with the hat,
He then whispered something, they both giggled and returned to thier before positions.
Once it happened again, cleon slammed the bottle on the table.
"You got somthin' to say, boys?" he asked.
"Only one thing, where'd you get that leppored hat, Mr. Style and a half?" one asked.
"funny, you know you guys should be in a comedy, A sit-com! "Two stupid-*** un-gang employed dip-***** take on battle-hardened Destroyers." An all out thrill for the entire family" he joked.
"Chill-ax, Cleon." Vermin said.
"and look at this guy, That fuzzy hair-do you got has been outta' style for a couple centurys."
"As well as that Western Rancher hat, look at him, cleon. "I had fun with my cuzzin' wee-woo!"" Vermin swiftly replied.
"Enough talk, can you Destroyers rumble?" one asked.
"Hey, Hey, hey, not in my bar! Get outside fore' i call the police!"
Moonie yelled, Cleon threw a hundered dollar bill on the counter, "Keep the change, Moon." he said.
"so, you wanna' brawl, Destroyer? Get ready to wake up with a black-eye, and no ***** in a hospital breathing through a mear straw."
Vermin ran up to one, and slid him across the counter, he knocked ove the drinks and slid into the juke-box which shattered on impact.
Cleon grabbed the other and smacked him in a stool, the man got up and upper-cutted cleon in the gut.
When Vermin was going to help, the one with the hat came up behind him and kicked out his knees, then threw him to the floor.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Moonie yelled.
"I don't want money, Cleon. I want peace! Get the hell out of my bar, you hoodlems and never come back!" he shoved them out to the street snad closed and locked the doors.
"so..." Vermin said silently.
"So?" one of the men asked...
"So, you guys some heavy rumblers we thought it was gonna' be easy, but no...Virgil would like ti to have some key players like you, care to join?"
One shrugged, "We've been keepin' away from the gang scene, Cracker jack ripped us off and-"
"Wait a minute, Cracker-jack? The hi-hats?"
"Don't laugh"
"I'm not laughing, they ain't heavy rumblers, they don't deserve you guys...we do."
"Could be a good thing...alright." He aggred.
"All right, need your names, though."
"Swan" one answerd.
"Cowboy" Said the other.

[warrior9721]

Chapter 10: Madness

Virgil was passed out from his overdose in cough medicine.
Cleon was on the couch, flipping through the cartoon channels and yawning every now and again.
Vermin had fell asleep on the ripped up old couch.
Suddenly, the door bashed open.
Beansie strolled in, his hat gone, his glasses shattered, his vest bloddy as well as his pants and one shoes was missing.
"Beanie, what hell happened?" Cleon quickly stumbled up and guided him to the chairs, where he collapsed on one.
"Furies...lots of 'em." Beansie moaned with pain.
"Well what happened, where's Lemmie?"
Beansie coughed, "Visitin' his cousin out in...Harlem. Them dudes, they...they got LC."
"They what?"
"You heard me, copperhead. They captured him, no idea what them freaks doin' down here but...teach 'em a good lesson, Cleon. You best bring help."
"Any word on where LC is?"
"Nah, man...They took him, he told me to scram, i did. I ran into them out back, they beat me so hard...my insides hurt." He coughed, "All's i know is, our new-bloods out in the streets. No Lts. You gottsta' save them men, and...fast."
"Don't worry, Bean. I'm on it." Cleon concluded.
"Vermin!" he yelled as he turned around, Vermin stumbled up and wiped the drool from his mouth, "The Furies are raidin' us, We gotta' go save LC and...say, where's Cowboy and Swan?"
"Picking **** up from thier apartments, what about LC?"
"Vermin, the furies kidnapped him...and you an' me gonna' get him back."
"I-I don't know what your-Hey, That-That Beansie?"
"Vermin, no time, Gotta' roll."
"No problem...Warlord." Vermin said, his eyes still on Beansie.

Chapter 11: Saving Private LC

Cleon's and Vermin's feet lightly patted on the coney streets.
"He gotta' be around, meantime we don't want these baseball kids on our backs, so let's find out...stealth like."
Cleon ran behind a dumpster and looked at the alley way, he had to focus on the little bit of light that shined from a first floor apartment down the street.
Suddenly, Outlines passed the light, they were heading towards them, but they sat still.
Running steps in the far distence sounded, Vermin was biting off his nails at the suspence of the noise.
A hand tapped Vermin and he threw a punch behind him, nailing one of the two newbloods that sat there, in the nose.
"****, Vermin whatchu' do that for?"
"I thought you were one of 'em?"
"One a' who?"
"THe baseball freaks, they're raiding the area, they wasted Beansie."
"For good?"
"No, but he's banged up, Banged up, bad."
Cleon turned around, "Would you idiots shut up?" he asked.
"Sorry, Warlord." one whispered.
More footsteps...
"****, you see what talking when you should keep you're trap closed gets us?"
"I'm confused...what does it?"
"Furies, you dumb-***, they on our tail. Let's get to the Bepper & Sons parkibng lot, we'll try to lose 'em there." Cleon whispered as he silently made his way across the street, the others followed.
They were safe a car in front and to both sides of them.
"That takes care of..."
"Cleon, one of the newbloods, he's gone."
"Gone?"
"Gone." Vermin concluded.
"****, I ain't lettin' go a' Weazel, he made me join the Destroyers."
Cleon held him back.
"You stay put, understand?"
"Understood." The other said, through his yellow teeth.
"Cleon, guys? Anybody! Help me!"
"Weez!" The newblood recongnized the yelp.
Suddenly, out of a corner two furies held the newblood just off the ground by his arms.
The Furies had smiles written on thier faces.
"Uh-oh, This is bad, Warlord." Vermin mumbled.
Suddenly, Weazel stopped wiggiling, he stopped breathing, he was dead...they killed him.
"Oh, **** This ****!" The other newblood turned the other corner.
"Not today you baseball piece a'-"
Cleon heard choking..then the sound of a bat.
Suddenly, Flung the dead body of the second newblood.
"Cleon, Let's go back." Vermin adviced.
Another two appeared from the corner.
"Cleon, man...let's go, man!" Vermin yelled.
"I ain't leavin' with no LC." Cleon said silently.
"We don't leave we won't have that option."
"I'm going for LC."
"Cleon watch out!" Vermin exclaimed.

To be continued...