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

[Cowboy606]

dont let this story die man. ya gotta update soon, please!

[CAZ]

yeah, i love this story. cowboy's my favorite warrior. i like seeing a little more into his character... and his past as well

[Vermin16]

Is it Saturday yet?

[CAZ]

dude, please make an update! we all want more.

[Warrior_Swan]

Saturday Morning - 3:00

It was still raining, but it had begun to rain harder. The thick drops pounded loudly on the roofs of cars. The child was asleep as Cowboy carried her. ?What are we gonna do with this kid?? Achilles inquired. ?The only thing we can do, take her to the police station. I bet there?s a missing person?s thing on her and all. She?s only little. And I?m sure she can at least tell the cops her address.? Achilles nodded.
His hair stuck to his face in thick, wet strands. Occasionally, he would shake some of the water out like a shaggy dog. He walked with a slight limp from his previous knife injury. He knew it needed attention, but it could wait. He once again became conscious of the pain in his side from the broken beer bottle. He could bet he even had shards of glass in his skin.

A police car was driving down towards them. Achilles stood in the street and waved his arms. The officer pulled up beside him and rolled the window down a couple of inches. ?This ain?t yer turf, what are you doin? up ?ere?? the cop asked. ?Look man, this little girl, we found her in a house, she was kidnapped, says she?s from Philly. We wrecked the hell outta the kidnappers, man. That blaze a few blocks over? They started it to try and get us,  but sh*t, we?re heavy, man, damned if a coupla Molotov?s are gonna stop the Warriors, huh??
?So you guys was there? You contributed to that fire??
?No man, like I said, them dudes started it to get us. We had to run, and we saved this kid.?
?Well, them ?dudes? is dead.?
?Good fer them, lousy bastards. I don?t even wanna know what they was planning to do with this poor kid.?
?Yeah, I hear that. Why don?t you guys get in and come down to the station for a statement??
?What, that wasn?t a statement? What the hell is this??
?We need you to come down and make an official statement, signed and all. Plus we need yer information so we can contact you fer court.?
?Hey, I ain?t goin? to court, man, screw that.?
Cowboy spoke up. ?Look, you don?t have to come, but I am. This is important, man.?
Achilles shook his head. ?Alright man, I?m comin?, but I ain?t goin?  to court.?
?Alright, but let?s get movin?.?

They climbed into the back of the cop car, and rode down to the station. Inside, the station was loud. There were people running this way and that, chattering loudly. Drawers and cabinets opened and closed, typewriters clicked away. ?You kids just have a seat here. Someone will be out in a minute to help you out.?




Saturday Morning - 3:30
Pelham - The Bronx

Swan rubbed his eyes slowly. Sleep was creeping up on him. Vermin was taking too long with the numbers, and he was getting bored. The radio pumped out The Who?s ?Baba O?Riley?. The DJ?s voice came on at the song?s closing. ?Alright everybody, listen up. There?s been some pretty interesting developments in Spanish Harlem. It seems The Warriors are now big-time heroes.? Swan stood and cranked up the volume, ?Everybody, quiet a minute!? ?That?s right, boppers, a couple of the Warriors, you know, them boys down in Coney, have stepped in and taken out a couple of nasty dudes. The fire department is still fighting that massive blaze, and it seems like it?s gonna take till sunrise to get it under control. The deaths of both crooks have been confirmed, at the hands of The Warriors. But that doesn?t change the Hurricanes minds, babies, so if you Warriors can hear me, keep your guard up, cuz those Hurricanes are angry, and they will tear you to pieces if given the opportunity. Stay alert, boppers.? ?Riders on the Storm? by the Doors begins.
Ajax stands, ?So let?s go wreck those faggot Hurricanes!? Swan shook his head. ?We can?t just go in there. And who?s in Spanish Harlem? I wonder if Cowboy knows. We can?t have renegade Warriors just going off into enemy turf and causing trouble. Vermin, forget the cash, let?s go.?
?Hey, alright, man, let?s go then.? The Warriors headed out into the street to see Bert and Ernie on their way up. ?Swan, Cowboy?s in trouble.?
?In Spanish Harlem??
?Yeah, how did you -?
?Heard it on the radio. Let?s move it.?


Saturday Morning - 3:45
Spanish Harlem

?And the other dude came back, and started tossing Molotov?s around. I had to wreck him good to make sure he didn?t burn Achilles alive.?
?So, you burned him alive?? the officer asked.
?Yeah, I didn?t have a choice, man. We had to look after the kid too.?

The phone on the desk rang. The officer sitting across the desk from the Warriors picked it up. ?Yeah,? he said, ?Good work.? He put the receiver back down. ?They found her family. She?s been missing for two weeks. The cops in Philly have looked under every rock, and in every crack in the city looking for her. Nice work, boys. Now, I got your information,? he said, pointing to Cowboy, ?and we will be calling you into court to testify, and as for you,? he said, nodding toward Achilles, ?We shouldn?t need you, so don?t worry.? Achilles nodded. ?You?re both free to go.? They stood, and the officer escorted the boys out of his office, and into the main lobby. ?Cowboy!? a little voice behind them yelled. They turned to see the little girl. She ran over and gave Cowboy a hug. ?You?re going home, huh kiddo?? She nodded. ?Good, real good. Your family really missed you. Be good, ok?? She nodded and smiled, then turned and skipped away.
The Warriors stepped out into the dark street. The rain was coming down hard, and stung their bodies as each drop struck them. ?What now, buddy?? Achilles asked. Cowboy shook his head and said, ?I guess we better just soldier up. We need to get home. It?s been a hell of a night.? Cowboy led the way down the darkened street. Fog began creeping in.





Hey, I'm sorry this is so long in coming everybody, I suddenly had a lot on my plate I had to handle. But I'm glad to see that there still appears to be interest in this.

[Vermin16]

great job man. a great story

[Cowboy606]

awsome man. trust me, as long as you keep writing, theres always going to be interest

[Kujo_87]

awsome man. trust me, as long as you keep writing, theres always going to be interest

I agree. Great job. =D>

[CAZ]

if you write it, we will read

[Warrior_Swan]

Saturday Morning - 4:30 AM
Spanish Harlem

The sky on the horizon began turning that soft violet it does an hour or so before the sun actually begins to rise. Achilles wiped sweat from his brow. ?I hate dealin? with cops, dude,? he said, his voice raspy from his dry throat. Cowboy merely nodded and sighed. ?This is a hell of a night,? Cowboy said, ?I?m ready to get home.? The two walked along the sidewalk, peering through the fog to see ahead. They soldiered on in silence. The only sound in the air was their footsteps, which had somehow taken on an eerie quality, echoing between the buildings on each side. Achilles shook his hair out and ran his fingers through it. ?I wonder what ever happened to Bert and Ernie,? he said, ?do you think they made it home??
?I hope so. I?m responsible for them,? Cowboy replied.
?Well hey, it ain?t your fault if they got japped. You did your best.?
?I guess so? but hey, what?s the deal with cops? Why do they bug you so much??
?It?s a long story,? Achilles said quietly, with a somber quality to his voice.
?Well hey, if you don?t wanna talk about it, it?s fine man, we all got secrets.?
?No, I?ll tell you man, if you?re willing to listen to it.?
?I did ask.?
?Good point. Well, here it is?. I was 8 years old. My dad had some run-ins with some bad dudes, gotten into some nasty stuff, and gotten himself into trouble. I?m not sure what, exactly, my mom still hasn?t told me, but hey, maybe that?s for the best. Anyway, the cops came for him one night, banged hard on the apartment door at 3 in the morning? mom opens the door, and 2 big cops come in, just come right in. No permission or nothing, they nearly knocked over my mom. Now, keep in mind I was standing in the doorway from the kitchen, so I see everything that happens, everything the cops do? 8 years old, man?. The cops kick open my mom and dad?s bedroom door, they even broke it. My dad had locked himself in. They grabbed him, dragged him into the living room, and tried to cuff him. He put up a fight. He wasn?t a big man. He stood at 5?6, weighed 135, but he was a fighter, he was tough. So I?m standing there, watching them struggle with my dad, and he? he looks up at me, looks me right in the eyes. He stares for a minute, then everything happens real quick. Dad shakes ?em off, swings a leg around, knocks one of ?em over. The cop went down, cracked his head on the little black and white tv, blood pours out, all over the floor. My dad hops to his feet, and swings at the cop who?s still standing, connects with his jaw, the cop?s unhurt, and cracks my dad in the head with his nightstick. Dad goes down, he?s knocked out cold. The cop draws his gun, and on the spot, puts 3 bullets into my dad, all in the head. He was dead, instantly? to this day, I hate cops. Just hate ?em.?
?Damn, man, I had no idea? I?m sorry.?
?No, you didn?t know, and now ya do. We?re friends, right? I don?t mind telling you nothing.?
Cowboy nodded and cleared his throat. ?Well hey, let?s find a diner or something somewhere, I could use a glass of water.?
?Yeah, ok,? Achilles replied quickly.

Saturday Morning - 4:45
Spanish Harlem

Swan?s exhaustion had worn off, and he was alert, even a little angry. They were one stop away from their destination, and the Warriors on the train were hot and heavy, ready to brawl. Ajax was standing, muscles tensing. He was antsy, agitated, ready and willing to bust a few heads. Vermin sat on the far end of the car alone. He was obviously somewhere else, his mind was not in the current situation. Bert was lying down on a bench, his hands behind his head, Ernie was sitting on the opposite side.
Swan spoke up, ?We?re almost there. I want everybody to be ready for anything. We don?t know what we?re gonna meet out there, what kind of hostility might be waiting for us. Keep your eyes open, and your muscles flexed. We?re in a time of presumed war. Watch your backs, and everyone else?s.?

The train screeched to a halt, and the doors hissed open. The 5 Warriors stepped off into the breezy, but hot subway station. ?Stay close, everyone,? Swan said. He led the way up the stairs and onto the darkened street. The streetlight by the tunnel opening had burnt out. The next one was half a block down, by the alley they would enter to get to Stripes & Solids. The orange light flickered in the darkness.
Swan led his war party into the darkened alley, and headed to the club, and banged on the door. The doorman opened up, and looked the Warriors up and down. ?These are the two idiots that started the commotion earlier,? he said, gesturing at Bert and Ernie. ?Do you know where the others got off to?? Swan asked. The Spanish man shook his head, then slammed the door.
?I guess we better start looking,? Swan said.
?I wanna smash some wimp?s heads,? Ajax said eagerly.
?We may get to, just keep yourself calm.?



Cowboy knew they only a few blocks from the station now. His legs felt as though they might break off, but he ignored it. Achilles huffed by his side, but neither wavered, they continued to soldier strongly. They rounded the corner and saw Stripes & Solids before them. They didn?t know it, but Swan had been there only moments before. They kept moving, and came out of the alley down the block from the station.
A yell in the distance was heard. Rage was in the voice. Quick footsteps came after a split second of dead silence. Groups of people, running, from all directions. Hurricanes came into view, an entire army. Cowboy was afraid it might be their full numbers, and even more afraid that it might not be. Vargas stepped forward, and began making his way toward the two Warriors. ?Ah! So it is you again! The WARRIORS! You killed Sanchez, my cousin, very dear to my heart.?
Achilles looked confused. Cowboy had heard that story. Cleon had been angry when he heard what had happened. Ajax and the others had apparently thrown Sanchez off a roof over a debt. Cowboy would have given anything to see Ajax right then. He even imagined his voice.


?Back up, ya buncha faggots!? came the shout from Ajax. The others had heard all the footsteps and followed to see what was happening. Ajax stood ahead of the others, and went against Swan?s order to observe, and strike in a surprise raid. No dice. Vargas turned toward him, and laughed. ?Ah, I remember you,? he yelled back, ?Come now, come and get me. Let?s see how tough you are now.? Ajax stepped closer, slowly, but menacing. ?I?ll tell you what will happen. Same thing as last time, only this time you?re gonna be killed,? Ajax said, anger apparent in his voice. Vargas threw his head back and laughed deeply, loud and long.
Swan stood a few paces behind Ajax, still as stone, but ready. The others had grouped up behind him. ?Come on, you pig-fat faggot wimp!? Ajax shouted, ?bring it on down, let?s go.? Vargas walked himself over to Ajax, and stood a few feet away. The Hurricanes had reformed and fully surrounded everyone. Cowboy and Achilles made their way back to the rest of the group. ?What are you gonna do, you scrawny gringo?? Vargas asked. Without a word, Ajax swung, quick and sudden as a flash of lightning, and connected with the large Spanish man?s face, crushing bone beneath his fist. Ajax quickly reached into his pocket and produced a shining silver blade, 4 inches long with a solid wood handle. A hunting knife. He jabbed forward, slamming the blade with all his might into the chest of his enemy, into his heart. Vargas fell, and blood spewed out around the blade. He slumped over, lifeless in mere minutes.
Ajax bent over and grabbed his knife, then wiped it clean on the shirt of Vargas, who lie dead before him. He stuck it back in it?s sheath, attached to his belt, and stuck in his back pocket. He walked back over and stood with Swan, who nodded in approval. ?Get ready,? Swan said quietly.

[CAZ]

dude, you're one of the best writers one the forum. i love your work. this story just keeps makin me look one way and then smacks me from the other direction.

[Cowboy606]

dude, you're one of the best writers one the forum. i love your work. this story just keeps makin me look one way and then smacks me from the other direction.

honestly, in my opinion, you ARE the best writer in this forum.

[Warrior_Swan]

Saturday - 5:00 am

The sun began peeking over the horizon, slightly brightening the sky. As it became a soft pinkish purple, the Warriors were all ready for a rumble. They stood in a tight group, watching all directions. Swan held the front, Ajax just behind him, with Vermin, Cowboy, Bert, Ernie, and Achilles. They all wished they had more guys, but this would have to do.
“Keep your ground,â€

[Vermin16]

Good job man. A good story is always fun to read.

[Hector]

You did a really good job on this fan fic, Nice Work!!!