It Was Luther All Along

[Scurvy Dog]

From an anonymous journal found in Chelsea:

They called me The Hawk. I used to be the scout for a set called the Rogues, over in Hell's Kitchen. Except instead of scout, we called it spotter. Anyway, I don't run with them anymore. Well, really, nobody runs with them anymore, because The Rogues are gone. All of them. The Gramercy Riffs made sure of that. You see, there was this conclave. Cyrus - he was the leader of the Riffs - Cyrus, he was going to bring the gangs together. He had a vision. The man wanted to unite all the cliques in the city. And he could have done it, too. But then Luther, the crazy leader of the Rogues, shot Cyrus and blamed it on a set from Coney called The Warriors.

It all started about a year before the conclave. I was still running with The Rogues then. It was right around the time things started to change in Hells Kitchen. Our War Lord, Victor,  was found dead. We found Luther, who was one of our lieutenants at the time, leaning over his already dead body. His lackey, Cropsey, was with him. He said he had seen four guys dressed in orange beating him down - The Gramercy Riffs. He said they had run away when they saw him. The weird part was the Riffs never gave us any trouble before. We weren't on their network, but they knew who we were.

"We'll take care of the Riffs," Luther said from time to time after that - but he never did anything. He just seemed to get crazier and crazier every day. He started smacking around some of the new bloods. A lot of them left. They didn't even tell us they were quitting after a while, because Luther would really flip out about that. He even dangled one quitter off the roof until he begged Luther to let him stay with the Rogues - then Luther dropped him.

That's when I left. I had had enough of that crazy freak, and his little Buddy Cropsey. Only trouble was, I was a lieutenant too, so a high ranking member doesn't just quit. He gets jumped out. I can handle a fight. I can take a jumping. But I don't want to get shot or killed by someone pretending to be my friend. So I bailed in the middle of the night, left for a whole new neighborhood on the other side of the island.

That's when I met The East End Rebels. They seemed like a solid set, without a nutjob for a War Lord. They jumped me in, then I was one of them. Turns out they needed a good scout. I was home now, with a real family. Six months later, Masai told us about the conclave. Nine of us went up to that meeting in The Bronx. Cyrus was the man. He gave his speech. He had the crowd on fire.

Then the weirdest thing happened. I happened to glance across the crowd, and there were the Rogues. I could tell Luther was up to something, but I didn't know what. I wondered what they were even doing there in the first place. We hadn't been on their network. And if the Riffs had killed Victor, why would they invite The Rogues to the conclave - and why would Luther even go.

Then I saw what Luther was doing there. He lifted up his hands. "CAN YOU DIG IT?" Cyrus called - Luther punctuated his rhetorical question with a gunshot. The entire scene exploded into chaos and cops. Cyrus was dead.

"Come on," Jag, our leader yelled, grabbing my arm.

"I saw who did it!" I told him. "It was Luther!"

"Fine! Tell them later! Let's just get home first!"

It took three hours for us to get home. We had to dodge cops all the way (except they nabbed our writer and one of our soldiers), and had to bop our way through Spanish Harlem, past the Hurricanes. Looks like the truce was off, at least with them.

We finally made it home, I made my way into Gramercy. Their hangout was under heavy guard. Their soldiers took a fighting pose as soon as they saw me approach.

"What's your business here?" one of them, probably a lieutenant, demanded.

"I saw who shot Cyrus."

You probably know the rest of the story. The Rogues were wasted on Coney Beach. But here's the part you didn't know. I told Masai, the Riffs War Lord, my past with the Riffs, and why I thought Luther had shot Cyrus. I told him about Victor. Masai told me the Riffs had never sent anyone into our turf for a hit, and if they had, all of us would have been wasted. That's when I realized the truth: It was Luther all along.

[Cubs On The Red Carpet]

BRIILLIANT that fits in perfectly mate well done 

[andy_man]

Good story Scurvy Dog, if this was true it would prove that Luther is a real nutjob 

[Daddy Cool]

good story mayne u should write more about the way home for this and talk about the other soldiers 8)

[swan_jax]

nice story (journal) it tells the story of the guy who made it up to gramercy park and told the riffs about luther.

[Cowboy 79]

that was very nice I loved good work man 

[GramercyRiff99]

Pretty good, it fits in perfectly with the story of the movie. A nice one overall.

[warlord jp]

Pretty good scurvy dog!! Thats why im taking the advice you told me and reading those books you told me about!

[Oxygen]

Another amazing story SG.I love how you add a twist at the end of all your fan fics.Amazing story