Friday Night for Cowboy *FINISHED 8/8/06*

[Warrior_Swan]

Thanks a lot guys.  I'm thrilled you're all enjoying it, and I appreciate all the comments. And I've been working on the update since I posted the last one a few days ago, I'm having a little trouble with this part, trying to figure out where the story should go, but it will be finished either tonight or tomorrow.

[Cowboy606]

aright man, no pressure. take all the time you need, we'll all be here anxiously waiting.

[Vermin16]

yeah. don't rush it. we'll wait as long as its good.

[Cowboy79]

Hey man this is really good and it's a new take on Cowboy which I like so keep up the good work and don't rush it.

[Warrior_Swan]

Saturday - 12:30 AM

Bert and Ernie ran as hard as they could into the train station, and hopped on the train, not caring if it was the right one or not, just wanting to get out of Spanish Harlem. The doors closed and they breathed a collective sigh of relief. It was time to head back to Coney in one way or another. Or was it? Bert was obviously thinking pretty hard about something.


Achilles seethed by Cowboy?s side as they made their way down the street. Cowboy spoke up, ?What the hell are we doin? man?? Achilles shook his head.
?We?re gonna make these f*ckers pay, man, ya dig??
?Yeah, I dig man. You?re pretty mad, and not thinking clearly. Now why don?t we just chill a minute??
Achilles stopped and glared at Cowboy. ?Will you look at my f*ckin? LEG!?? Cowboy looked down and saw that his right pant leg was dark red, soaked in blood, and he had a sizeable wound in his upper thigh where the blade had been jammed in. Achilles pulled the blade out and handed it to Cowboy, still bloody. Cowboy examined it a moment. The blade itself was nearly three inches long, the handle just long enough to hold. ?You know what I saw when I looked down at that damn thing? Just the HANDLE! The whole friggen blade was in my flesh man, all the friggin? way in. Deep. What if he hit an artery? Huh? I?d be friggen dead now, man, dead! D-E-D dead!?
?Then let?s find the train, ok? Let?s get out, and wait and tell Swan. See if he wants to do anything.?
?Damn you, Cowboy. You go if you want to, but do you even know the way back to the train? And even if you did, what?s to stop you from getting japped??
Cowboy?s gaze fell down to his shoes. He knew Achilles was right, but he also knew they would both regret this decision. ?Alright, Achilles, let?s go.?

The two marched silently on. The dark streets seemed to forebode their doom. Cowboy felt a couple wet drops on his body, and looked up. It had begun to rain, but just lightly. He sighed and marched on. Achilles limped slightly by his side, but continued to move on at a decent pace. ?So what?s up with that wool, brother? You gonna call her?? Achilles asked.
?You know it man, as soon as I get home. I can?t wait to see her again.?
?Awesome, man, awesome.?
?Yeah, and I got the place to myself all weekend, you know what that means? Getting a little exercise. Should be fun.?
At this, Achilles laughed. Cowboy laughed with him, after he thought about it for a minute, it did sound pretty silly. They soldiered on a few moments more, and heard the distant rumbling of a car engine. They were near an intersection of ancient railroad tracks and the street. Down the left, following the tracks, was an empty playground in which the swings moved noisily back and forth in the wind. Another road turned and ran parallel to the tracks, along which were houses. Down the right side of the tracks were trees and bushes along both sides, and there were no lights, it was pitch dark. There were homes on either side beyond the foliage, but there seemed to be no activity.
The engine became closer. Cowboy moved into the darkness to the right, following the tracks. Achilles followed. They stooped in the bushes a few yards down from the street and looked toward the sound of the approaching engine. And El Camino full of Hurricanes drove over the tracks slowly. The lights were off, and all eyes were watching closely, trying to find any trace of the Warriors. The  car turned around and started back toward them. ?Oh, Jesus,? Cowboy whispered. Achilles nudged him with an elbow. They drove by again, and one yelled, ?Come on you d**chebags! Come on out and we?ll go easy on you pansies!?
Achilles scoffed quietly to himself. The car turned around and came around a third time, this time turning the corner out of sight. Cowboy stood and took off with all his might, running down the tracks, making all the noise in the world on the rocks. Achilles followed, and surprisingly kept up. They came to a trestle, which ran over a narrow canal 20 feet below. Achilles sat down on the bridge, leaning against the handrail. He heaved heavily, and wiped sweat off his forehead with the backs of his hands. His hair was again soaked. He took the leather wristband off his left wrist, and held it. It was causing his arm to itch. His chain was wrapped around his right fist again.
Cowboy stood a few feet away, bent over with his hands wresting on his knees. He looked back down the way they had come to see the El Camino crossing the tracks again. Roughly 5 yards from the bridge, back in the direction from which they had come, the track split and curved around toward the street, then crossed over into an industrial district. Cowboy looked through the  bushes at the industrial district on the opposite side of the street. It seemed dark, probably had plenty of places to hide.

[Cowboy606]

awsome man. you always seem to be able to keep me in suspence. i cant wait for the next installment.

[Bopper69]

hehe anal pirates, that was a great story man im waitin for an update.

[Cowboy606]

dude dude dude! please dont keep us in suspence for too much longer. we gotta know how your awsome story ends.

[Warrior_Swan]

I'm working on it guys.  Hopefully have something for you by the end of the weekend. Some of this story is based in reality,    and I'm trying to find ways to adapt it into story form, and having some trouble describing locations accurately and clearly. Plus, in reality I was by myself, and in this there are two characters together, so I'm taking some events and trying to add dialogue to them. 

Thanks everybody, really, it means a lot that you guys enjoy my work so much. I'll be writing more in the future. 

[CAZ]

dude, this is a friggen great story! continue please!

[Warrior_Swan]

Saturday Morning - 1:30


The two Warriors ran across the street, Cowboy risked a glance to see the El Camino coming right for them. There were two train cars, connected, on the tracks ahead. There were no lights in the area, everything was dark. They moved around the train and hid in the shadows on the other side. The Hurricanes pulled in just past the tracks, and turned around, then pulled into the street going back the way they had come. ?What the hell was that all about?? Achilles asked quietly. Cowboy just shook his head and continued following the tracks away from the street. Several yards up ahead, the tracks split again, one branch curving to the right, the other continuing on straight. The straight track was blocked by a 15 foot gated fence which blocked passage to a line of train cars. The right branch seemed unblocked.

Cowboy tapped Achilles and nodded toward the right. The two walked into the inky darkness before them. To the left was a chain-link fence, to the right, a large building made of cinderblocks which curved away toward to the right. The two followed the curvature closely, watching out for potential hazards. After a few moments, they came to a large field. Fences and buildings lined the right, and semi-truck trailers lined the left in two rows, all the way back. They moved forward across the field of long grass, searching the buildings and fences for a hole, trying to find a way out. Up ahead, Achilles spotted an alley between a fence and another cinder block building. The alley again curved far to the right.

They followed this curve for a while, and came to a dead end. It was a high chain-link fence, which was overgrown with vines and plants. There were coils of razor wire along the top, as well as barbed wire. ?We?re never gonna get over that!? Cowboy said dismally. Achilles spoke, ?We don?t have any choice. I guess we gotta turn back.? He started walking back the way they had come, Cowboy trailing behind.

They stop just in the mouth of the alley, and take a look around the field to make sure it?s clear. Once they?re both satisfied that they?re alone, they creep out, and into the open. The semi trucks were now on the right. A Hurricane flew off the top, and landed hard on Achilles, causing them both to crash to the ground. Before they could stand, Cowboy kicked the Hurricane in the face which busted his nose and splattered blood. Achilles stood and brushed off.
More Hurricanes came out from the shadows holding various weapons. One charged at Achilles, and swung a large chain. He ducked and sidestepped around his enemy, and grabbed him around the throat from behind. Cowboy grabbed the chain from his hand and readied himself for the fight. Achilles grabbed the Hurricane by the chin, and pulled quickly to one side. He heard a snap and dropped his limp body, then turned to join Cowboy.
Cowboy charged, and whipped the chain across a skull. The Hurricane went down, and didn?t get up. Achilles kicked one in his gut, causing him to double over. He then kicked him in the throat as hard as he could. The Hurricane fell, wheezing loudly. He grabbed his fallen enemy?s baseball bat and cracked someone in the head with it. Cowboy had wrapped his chain around the neck of an enemy, and was using it to man handle the Hurricane. He was dragging him across the dirt, which was full of big rocks and broken glass. Another had a big, heavy, chunk of wood, and charged at Cowboy. He swung it downward, trying to crack Cowboy in the head, but Cowboy sidestepped it. The weight of the wood caused the Hurricane to bend, Cowboy took this opportunity to pick up a brick, and crash it into the Hurricane?s skull, causing a spray of blood. He continued dragging his adversary across the dirt towards a wall. There was a landing with some stairs, leading up to a steel door. Cowboy smashed the head into the side of the cement stairs, then used the bottom step to curb stomp the Hurricane, smashing in his teeth.
Achilles swung hard at one, knocking him down. A small one was behind him, and smashed a beer bottle over the back of his head, then stabbed him in the side with the sharp remains. Achilles grabbed his side and doubled over. He pulled his hand away and looked at the blood. He slowly straightened up, and balled his hands into tight fists. The Hurricane was slowly backing away. Achilles followed, and backed him into a semi-truck. He got right into his enemy?s face and screamed with as much force as he could, muscles tensing, roaring like a wild beast. He was moving quickly now, unhindered, running on pure rage. With lightning speed he grabbed the Hurricane?s face, and smashed his head twice, as hard as he could, into the truck, then jammed his thumbs into his enemy?s mouth, and started pushing back on the corners of his mouth, causing his lips to split and bleed. He smashed the head into the truck once more, and let his victim fall. When he turned back he was surrounded by four others, the last four, and his back was to the semi. He yelled again, and tore into his enemies. He punched one as hard as he could, knocking him backwards onto the ground. He grabbed another, and lifted him into the air. He used his foe as a weapons, and smashed him down onto another. He pulled back and punched the last in the nose, busting it, and causing the Hurricane to fall. ?Come on!? Achilles shouted, and took off back toward the tracks, Cowboy followed.

[CAZ]

sweet man, you're a great writer. i just finished swan song a while ago too. it was awsome, keep it up!

[Warrior_Swan]

Saturday Morning - 2:00

Pelham - The Bronx

The train screeches to a stop, and the doors pop open. Several passengers move toward the bright neon lights of the station as others are trying to force through and board the train. Among those departing are Bert and Ernie. Two Warriors who now have a very important job.

Bert, the taller of the two, was African-American and wore a meager afro. He was dressed in light colored blue jeans, a ragged pair of Doc Marten?s, and a Pink Floyd: Dark Side of the Moon t-shirt under his red Warriors vest. Ernie was also African-American, and wore forest green corduroys, a large Led Zeppelin belt buckle depicting the crashing Hindenburg from their debut album which sometimes became a weapon, a shiny pair of black shoes, and no shirt under his vest. ?Bert? what are we doin? here, Bert?? Ernie asked nervously. ?We gotta find Swan,? came the reply.

The two stood underground in the subway station. The walls were of white and had posters and fliers taped all about. There was a ?Star Trek: The Motion Picture? poster hanging half off the wall. Up ahead were stairs which led up to the turnstiles. The boys looked this way and that for several minutes. ?Maybe we should just start walking, huh?? Bert said. Ernie merely nodded. They started up the tiled stairs toward the turnstiles.
They pushed through a turnstile, the loud clicking noise reverberating off of the ceramic tiles. There were only a couple other people milling silently about the station. Lou Reed?s voice could be heard pumping over the scratchy radio speakers. ?I wish that I was born a thousand years ago, I wish that I'd sailed the darkened seas, On a great big clipper ship, Going from this land here to that, In a sailor's suit and cap, Away from the big city, Where a man cannot be free, Of all the evils of this town, And of himself and those around.?

They stepped out into the darkness of the deep night. Not a soul was on the street. They walked down to the corner, with Bert leading. They could hear a radio pumping Black Sabbath?s ?War Pigs?. ?Sorcerer of death?s construction, in the fields  the bodies burning, as the war machine keeps turning? Ozzy yelled through the darkened New York street. The two soldiered on toward the sound, hoping to find someone who could help. It grew louder as they got closer. Before long they could see it was a car radio blasting out the Sabbath. Several youths were standing around, drinking and laughing.
Bert stepped up and spoke softly, making it a point to show that was unarmed. ?Can any of you help us find the Moonrunners hangout?? he asked. One guy set his beer bottle on the hood of the car and stepped forward. ?What are you looking for those guys for?? he asked, ?You gonna have another one o? yer asinine gang wars and make a big mess? Trash some more stuff that our tax dollars have to be spent cleaning up? Huh?? Bert shook his head.
?We?re hoping they know where our war chief is, some of our guys are in trouble and we need his help. He and a few others came out here last night.?
?I?m sick o? you freakin? gangs and all this destruction and all this other wimpy crap. Why should I help you? If the guys who are in trouble get wasted, the world?s a little better off.?
?Look man, I don?t wanna waste my friggin? time here, ok? So if yer gunna help us, then help us, if not, then we?re gone.?
?Alright already. Damn. I used to run with them, I got sick of all the crap, and changed my ways, as you can tell. They hang out in this burnt-out old corner house. Ya know, the kind where the house is on the corner, and the front door is facing out at an angle, pointing toward the corner? Go two blocks down, and you?ll see it. Don?t tell nobody ya saw me, got it??
?You got it. Thanks.?

Bert turns and begins walking down in the direction mentioned, Ernie follows. A block down, the street lights are burnt out. There is no light between them and the house. Odd rumblings could be heard in the shadows. These sounds were from people, muttering, grumbling, talking to themselves, and so on. They heard a woman giggling in a dark alley, and a man?s voice muttering something, then the woman again. A trim white girl in a low-cut halter appeared before them, and bounced, bringing their attention to her massive, jiggling cleavage pushed up and out of her top. ?Hey baby, looking for a good time?? Bert and Ernie never stopped moving, and did not answer. They just walked on by. ?Hey!? she shouted after them, ?I?m real cheap! Honest! Look, I?ll be here all night if ya change ya minds!?

A few houses down a man stepped out of the shadows. ?You guys looking to score? I got some of the finest in the tri-state area, man. Whateva ya want. Pot, Coke, Crack, I even got some freakin? Valium if yer interested.? Bert shook his head and kept moving. ?Come on! I need some cash man! I ain?t had food in days!? The Warriors never even looked at him. The dealer shoved Bert, knocking him over. Then kicked him in the stomach. Ernie saw a glint of metal on the man?s belt and grabbed for it. It was a six-inch blade. Ernie slashed the dealer?s arm, then stabbed him hard in the bicep. ?Back off,? he said, ?Or the next one?s going for yer throat!? The dealer yelled, ?Just wait til I get my dudes! We?ll come for you, little boy! Yer friggin? dead!? He ran off, tripping over a trash can in the dark.
Ernie grabbed Bert by his arms and hoisted him to his feet. ?Hey, you alright, man?? he asked. Bert coughed a few times, and nodded. He took a few deep breaths, then continued walking. ?Come on, we gotta get to this house.?

[Warrior_Swan]

Saturday Morning - 2:00

Spanish Harlem

There was a lone streetlight on the block, but it flickered. Along both sides of the block were boarded up row homes. They had things like ?Danger!?, ?Keep Out!?, and ?No Trespassing!? stenciled all over them. They were in poor shape, all appeared to be condemned. Cowboy and Achilles made their way down the street, watching both sides carefully. No one was around, they were totally alone. ?We need to find a place to hide and rest,? Cowboy said. Achilles nodded. They streetlight went out, and they were plunged into inky blackness. ?Oh Jesus,?: Cowboy said under his breath. They both stood still and silent until their eyes adjusted to the darkness. ?Come on,? Achilles said, ?We better keep movin?.?
They pressed on, side by side. ?Why don?t we try and get in one of these houses?? Cowboy asked. ?A?right,? Achilles answered quietly. Cowboy led the way to a boarded window and began testing the wood for weak nails, hoping to pull the plywood right off. No such luck. Achilles tested the strength by pushing on it with his hands, finding out how much give it had. ?Step back,? he whispered, and Cowboy did. He pulled back and punched with all his strength, putting his fist right through the dry-rotted wood. The two pulled the broken planks off the window. Achilles hoisted Cowboy in through the window, then pulled himself up after, and fell onto the carpet.
The house smelled of mold and water damage. As they pressed on, the smell of burning also became evident. Cowboy sat in the corner with his back to the wall and pulled his hat off. He tossed it around from hand to hand. Achilles laid spread-eagle on his back a few feet over. He quietly began to sing. ?Out here in the fields, I fought for my meals, I get my back into my living, I don?t need to fight, to prove I?m right, I don?t need to be forgiven.? Cowboy chuckled.
The orange streetlight came on again, lighting the living room in which they sat. Cowboy leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes. He could only see his mother, and the fight he had with her just before he stormed out. He never gave her enough credit, she did damn well for a single mom. She worked 9 hours a day in damned office as a secretary, sometimes longer. She did all his laundry, kept the house clean, and even managed to cook his dinner every single night. A lot of kids with both parents and a stay at home mom didn?t have it half as good as he did. He knew he was lucky? he just got so mad sometimes, especially when it came to her countless boyfriends. They were all scum, every damn one of them.
She once dated a guy named Dave, who liked to beat up on both of them. He never stood up for either of them, which he regretted, but he was young at the time, only 12. Still, in his mind, he believed there something that could have been done. He was 16 now, 4 years later, and still he would lie awake some nights, just thinking of the things he could have done to stop it. Wishing he had. Regretting that he hadn?t. Slowly, he drifted to sleep.

There he sat on the couch in front of the small black and white television set, watching ?Gilligan?s Island?, and wearing his old Cowboy hat. Dave?s voice ripped through the apartment. ?So who was he!? Huh!?? Then his mother?s voice. ?Dave, you?ve been drinking. Maybe you should just sit down for a while.?
?I?m not drunk, woman! What the hell!??
?I?m sorry. I just thought you might want to lay down.?
?No! I don?t wanna lay down! Now tell me, who the hell was that guy that just called!??
?My boss, Mr. Kensington. He needs me to come in early tomorrow.?
?For what?! Little pre-breakfast smootchin??!?
?Jesus, David, calm down.?

The sound of fist hitting flesh could be heard. Little Cowboy just focused on the TV, trying not to notice what was going on in the next room. His mother whimpered, then he heard the sound of Dave?s fist hitting her again, and she yelped in pain. Tears formed in Cowboy?s eyes, but he ignored them. Dave stormed in from the next room, Cowboy didn?t look at him, just the television. ?I hope you don?t grow up to be a damned liar like your mother!? he yelled. Cowboy gritted his teeth and jumped to his feet. ?She?s not a liar! You?re just a dirty dead-beat f*cking drunk!? he screamed as loud as he could. Dave eyed him up, and shook his head. ?What the hell did you call me you snot-nosed little bastard? Huh? ? Sh*t, at least I know who my father is.?
?I know who he is? he?s dead!? Tars now streamed down Cowboy?s young face. ?Which is better than him being a homeless crack head suckin? d*cks for a quick fix, like yours!?
That was it. David punched him as hard as he could in the head. Cowboy hit the ground immediately, and didn?t move. ?So you told him, too, huh?? Dave said to Cowboy?s mother, ?You tell everyone you know about my dad? Huh!?? He kicked her in the face and stormed out, slamming the door behind him, which cracked the wood around the knob.
The young Cowboy pushed himself up to a sitting position, and looked to his mother, who sat on the floor sobbing. He stood slowly, straightened his clothes, picked up his hat, and walked out the door. He stood outside a long moment, and could still hear her sobbing.

His eyes opened. He was 16 again, sitting in that smelly living room with nothing but a dim, flickering streetlight to see by. It was just a dream? but he could still hear the sobbing. He stuck his hat back on his head, and nudge Achilles, who was asleep. He whispered, ?Achilles, wake up, man.? He stirred and sat up, looking around. ?What?s going on man?? he said. Cowboy put a finger to his lips, and whispered, ?Shhhh?. Do you hear that?? They sat in silence a moment. ?Sounds like a girl cryin?,? Achilles said. Cowboy nodded. ?What the hell is a girl doing in here?? Achilles asked. ?I don?t know, let?s see if we can find her.?

The two stood, and walked quietly around the house. Cowboy whispered, ?Sounds like it?s coming from upstairs.? Achilles nodded and gestured for Cowboy to go up. He did, and Achilles followed. Cowboy broke the silence, ?Let?s split up, ok? You start in back, I?ll take the front.? Achilles nodded and they went their separate ways. Cowboy opened the door to the master bedroom in the front of the house. He heard the crying voice gasp sharply. He stepped in and found a little girl, about 8 or 9 years old, curled up in the corner, sobbing and hiding her face. ?Hey,? he said quietly, ?you ok?? She peeked out at him, and turned around, revealing her face. She had a bruise on her left cheek, and her arms and legs, which were bare in her yellow summer dress, were also bruised. ?Where do you live?? Cowboy asked. She answered quietly, rubing her eyes, ?Philadelphia.?
?Philadelphia? What the hell are you doing all the way up here in New York??
?I?m in New York?? her eyes went wide.
?Yeah. How did you get all the way up here? Where is your family??
?A man brought me here.?
?What man? Is he family? A friend??
?He?s a stranger.?
?A stranger!? You were taken from your family??
The little girl nodded.
?Oh Jesus. Achilles! Look, we?re gonna take care of you, ok? Make sure you get home and all.?
The little girl screamed, and covered up. ?Don?t worry, we?re good guys,? Cowboy assured her, then felt a sharp pain in his head, which caused him to fall. We he looked back, he saw a man dressed in dirty, ragged clothes standing over him. He was holding a hunk of wood. Achilles burst in behind him, and grabbed him around the throat. The man backed up, smashing Achilles into the wall, then moved over a few feet, smashing him back again, this time busting out the wood over a window, and hanging Achilles out the second-story window. Achilles hung on tightly, not letting go for anything. Cowboy kicked the man in the face, and pulled him back in. Achilles hopped off his back and onto the floor. The man quickly whirled around and jammed a knife into the shoulder of Achilles, leaving there. It stuck up into the air, and Achilles yelled loudly, more in rage than pain. ?Cowboy, take the kid and get the hell outta here. No one should see what I?m about to do to this psycho.? Cowboy held out his hand and she grabbed it. He lifted her off the ground, and ran out the door, carrying her in his arms.

?Looks like it?s just me and you, tough guy,? Achilles spat. ?Yer so done, retard.?
?Dude, you have no idea what they feel like when they?re that young.?
?Yer a sick f*ck, and I?m gonna kill you, twice for every little girl you?ve done that to, if God lets me. Yer so tough, huh? Big strong man gotta go after kids, and beat ?em too, huh??
?Hey, sometimes ya gotta use force to get what ya want.?
?Oh yeah? and I?m gonna use a lotta force on you to get exactly what I want, you sick son of a b*tch.?

The man swung at Achilles, who ducked it. ?Just how I like my battles. One on one, fair fight. Or as fair as it?s gonna get with a wimp like you,? Achilles taunted. The man grabbed the blade out of Achilles? flesh, and quickly stabbed it down into his back. Achilles howled, but didn?t feel much pain. He thought the man missed anything vital. He grabbed his enemy by the throat and lifted him off the ground with one powerful arm. He squeezed so hard, the guy?s eyes started to bug out. Achilles was beyond rage. He had never been so angry. He even scared himself. He slammed his foe into a wall, twice in a row, so hard he left indentions in the plaster. He dropped the man, and grabbed his foot, twisting it quickly. He dropped it when he heard the sick crack it emitted. The man screamed wildly for a moment, and Achilles just stood over him, staring him down.
There was a crashing sound from down the hall. Then flickering orange light. Achilles went to check it out, only to discover what he had feared? it was a Molotov cocktail. ?Who the hell is that?! Answer me!? Achilles shouted at his downed enemy. ?That?s my partner? you?re in real trouble now ass hole.? Another one burst, this one closer. The stairs were blocked by huge, orange flames.

Cowboy was hiding in a dark alley across the street with the little girl. He saw flames erupt upstairs through the broken window, the one that was broken by the man, using Achilles as a battering ram. The little girl cried, and Cowboy held her. ?This area is a ghost town, no phones, no people. That means the cops and firemen won?t be coming. I gotta get him out.? The little girl sobbed loudly. ?Listen, I have to go help out my friend, ok? You just hide, and keep quiet. We?ll be back.?

He took off toward the house, and hopped in through the window they smashed through earlier. ?Achilles!? he yelled as loud as he could. ?Yeah! Cowboy!?? came the reply.
?Yeah! What?s the situation? Can you come down??
?No! Fire?s blockin? the stairs! I?m stuck!?
?See if you can use anything to climb out the window up there! I?m gonna check the basement!?
?Watch yer ass! There?s another guy around! He?s got Molotov?s!?
?Oh Christ!?
Cowboy tore down the basement stairs. He could just barely see, the light from the street lamp outside gave him a little to go on. He found and old orange extension cord, coiled up and hung on a hook from the ceiling. He ran back up the stairs, and outside. ?Achilles!? he called up to the window. Achilles appeared in the window. Cowboy showed him the cord. It was maybe 50 feet, might be just enough. ?Throw me up an end!? he shouted. Cowboy uncoiled it, and tossed an end up. Too short, it fell back to the ground. Twice more, and he failed both times. He bit his lip and tied it into a lasso. He swung the lasso, and tossed it up to Achilles, who caught it, with an ?Alright!? He disappeared a moment, then reappeared, and began to climb down. Cowboy glanced in through the living room window, and saw the other guy toss a Molotov up the stairs. Cowboy charged, and dove through the window. The man had just lit another Molotov when Cowboy punched him, causing him to drop it. Flames erupted around them. Quickly, the fire began to climb up the walls. The man grabbed Cowboy, and threw him into the kitchen. He stood, and punched the man in the face twice, then kicked him in the stomach, which caused him to double over. Cowboy grabbed him by the hair, and threw him into the growing flames, then hopped out the window, and ran. He ran into the alley across the street, and grabbed the little girl. ?Come on, we better move. There?s an oil tank in the basement, might blow. The fires from before were only upstairs, there was no evidence of it in the downstairs. Who knows this time?? Cowboy took off back down the dark street, and the street light went out again. They ran as hard as they could.
Sirens could be heard in the distance, approaching rapidly.



Holy crap, look at this, two updates in one day, who'da thunk it?  This one's long too, hope you guys like it.

[Cowboy606]

holy crap. that is an awsome turn to the story man. you have some great ideas floating around in that head of yours.