the baseball furies story

[BTW A.K.A the killer household appliance]

PART 1

A lone gramercy riff walks the streets of riverside, looking for something, or someone, he is wearing standard issue riff uniform, and he is unarmed. The streets are eerily quiet, the only sound that can be heard are the sound distant cars. he is trying to keep his head up, but he lacks confidence. he is new to the riffs and not very intimidating.

He is a few blocks away from his destination when something catches his eye. he knows that he is being watched.
on a rooftop above the lone riff, two baseball furies are watching, they are wearing orange and blue and the other blue and black. and in an alleyway, another is also watching, he is wearing white and green facepaint. on the rooftop one furie whispers something to the other, and then the furies leave, the other in the alley fades into the shadows.

the riff approaches the furie hideout, which is under an apartment, when suddenly, a baseball furie appears at the top of the stairs, his face is expressionless. the furie finger motions the riff to the entrance. the riff follows.

part 2 comin soon, this is my first fan fic, so i hope it has you craving more

[Jigsaw]

I like it. Please, carry on.

[BTW A.K.A the killer household appliance]

the riff follows the furie down the steps and past a rack of at least 20-50 baseball bats and into a room full of furies. they all stop what they are doing immediatly and stare at the riff. the riff is getting worried.
the riff is led into the center of the crowd, infront of him is cobb, the yellow faced furie leader, a legend among new york gang leaders, with him is a translator.

riff: who are you?
translator: i am the voice of the furies
riff: can't the guy speak for himself?
translator: the furies have no voice....ever
riff: is that so?

cobb smiles, the crowd of furies tigten up, the riff drops the sarcasm and backs down

translator: what is the word?
riff: i'm an emmissary, sent to invite you to cyrus big meeting
translator: tell cyrus the furies would be honoured to attend
riff: the meeting is to be held in 2 days at vancortlandt park, at midnight

there is silence, a long uncomfortable one.

riff: i'm just gonna go now

the riff rushes up the stairs and into the street, the rush turns into a run until he gets to a graffiti covered van, inside are cyrus right hand man masai and two other riffs.

masai: is it done?
riff: i seen some really freaky dudes in my time but nothin like that...
masai: get to the next turf

the van drives toward the neon sky.

part 3 comin up soon

[ajax1234]

thats really cool please carry on cant wait for the next part.

[Si-Lee-Warrior]

awsome mate, i like how the furies have no voice, instead they have a 'voice of the furies', awsome mate

[BTW A.K.A the killer household appliance]

9 baseball furies board the subway train, it is half an hour before midnight, cobb is first in followed by his delegates, all in differant facepaint colours. as the train begins to depart, cobb spots an elderly woman sitting by herself, she is clutching a grocery bag and it is clear that she is very frightened. the elderly woman gives cobb a mean look. cobb just smiles, he moves slowly toward her.

"boo"

the elderly woman screams and runs away, cobb smiles and sits himself down, he watches his delegates horse around then he looks towards the seat infront of him, a middle aged man is standing infront of him. he begins to speak in a thick brooklyn accent.

"you punks, why don't ya try that on me huh?"

cobb smiles, the furies freeze immediatly and slowly surround the lone man, supposedly a vigilante. cobb reaches into his pocket and takes out a base ball. the man clenches his fists.

5 minutes later the subway stops at gun hill, the man who had threatened the furies is flung out onto the subway platform, he is black and blue, all bloody. cobb and the furies step onto the platform cobb holds up the base ball he had before. it is smashed and blood is full of its hollow centre, cobb throws it at the mans nose, he clutches it with pain. the furies resume the journey toward the meeting.

to be continued.......