Team Pride

[adam88]

welcome back to the story

[Warriorfan54321]

Dude plz update it I wanna know what happens next

[Oxygen]

This might be my last update for a while, as I might enter the Fan Fic Compition.

September 2nd,1992 9:38pm, Coney island,New York

Swan froze as he felt the cold blade against his neck. 'Not this again' he thought.

"What you doin here boy" The man behind him replied, Swan turned his head and saw the man, He was very muscular, wearing torn, brown stained clothes, He was wearing a Swastika Nazi armband, had a shaved head, and a large gray beard.

Swan struggled to speak, the man had his arm tightly around his kneck, when he spoke it came out as a weezing noise. "I....It's my house"

The man laughed "Well I needed a place to crash, Im not going back to sleepin on the streets"

Swan struggled to get free, his head started to feel light, he started to see flashing black spots, he knew he was going to die if he didn't get some air.

The mysterious man laughed again. "How 'bout you and me get a little more aquainted"

The man loosend his grip on Swan, leaned in, and slowley licked his cheek.

He couldn't take it anymore. In the blink of an eye Swan shot his hand into his back pocket and flipped out the Butterfly knife. He spun it in a circle, flipping it open on his first try, and dug it into the man's collar bone.

The man gargled as blood shot from his mouth, he fell on his knee's and dropped his weapon, Swan saw now that is was just a piece of jagged metal. The man clutched his throught and fell the the ground. He fell to the ground face up and didn't move.

Swan stood there, his hands on his knees, panting. He stood up and wiped his eyes. That wasn't the first time he had killed someone.

The night after they had gotten back from the conclave, The Mongrels, a rival gang from the other side of Coney Island, had decided that they could still take the Warriors, whether they had shot Cyrus or not. Over 50 Mongrels had attacked the bathouse that day, The majority of the Warriors were young and not actual members. 14 people died that night,9 of them were Warriors. One Mongrel had decided to to climb the fire escape ladder to get through the window. Swan appeard and punched him in the face, The man lost his ballance and fell, landing right on his neck, killing him instantly.

Swan, turned and looked at his hands, They were completly covered with blood. He walked over slowley to the bathroom and turned on the tap. Nothing happened.

Swan took off his white T-shirt, He wrapped his two hands in it and started scrubbing. When he looked at his hands again, they were a pale pink colour. Swan raised his T-shirt and glared at it, there were bloody hand prints all over it.

He walked over to the back room from where the man had come out of, stepping over him on the way there.

It was a large master bedroom, There was no matress on the four poster bed, but there was a speeling bag, and a couple of old blankets laid across there.

A duffle bag lay across the ground, Swan grabbed it and pulled out a Black T-shirt, He was putting it on when he noticed it had a large Swastika, Nazi symbol on the back. Swan took a large trench coat like- green army jacket, that looked 2 sized too big for him, and put it on to hide the symbol.

Swan walked over to his bag of valubled that he had dropped. He took out the revolver and stuck it in his belt, on the left side, and stuffed the box of bullets into his inside coat pocket.

He was just picking up his bag and heading downstairs when he saw a face, in the window.

[Honey Lips Soldier]

Loving your plotness!! Who is that face in the window??? Could it be another old Warrior? A face from Swan's past? Some random character who we don't know?
I don't know. Keep up the good work, Oxygen!
xox

Happy Birthday to me!!!!!