Unmerciful Laughter

[Hippy]

Carmines car pulled to the side, she put her hand to her left breast, the lump of the badge was there as always, she was starting to get ready to say goodbye to it. The 10 hard years of work she put in all to nothing because some kids were threatening her home life.  The big black ones too, she wasn't racist but dam it these guys were usin race as much as they could to cover their steps.

Who would the people believe anyway if she did something?  The Racist Female Cop who is Afraid of the "Gang" (More like Crime Syndicate really) of Black Teens or the Young african american boys who society has offered little to?  The time was just around 2 pm, she was staking out a small timer, not of the Riffs factor but of another.



Just a little north of where she was the house of 14 year old Miles "Mercy" Kent, 19 year old Atlas "Apollo"  Girasole and the ever speaking Gunther "CB" Quinton.  Mercy was too busy to care what subject or geo politcal whatever mumbo jumbo CB was sharing his opinion of, something about the white man being at fault.  He never means it though he just trys to make conversation.  "Well its not like society can just stop where it is man.  By stating its one races fault can lead to other races doing the same thing." Apollo chimed in as he looked at the mirror sitting on the stoop edge while shaving the last few hairs off his face.  "Man you I still say you shouldn't be cuttin it like that man you gonna slice you chin open." CB chimed in as well knowing he was beat and trying to change the subject.  Apollo was stating something but he couldn't hear over the song in his head, when he saw her.

On the bus she passed away just like a ghost.  Not even given him a second look.  Ebony,short haired, beautiful lips, her earrings.  Mercy was at his own nickname of this girl. This was quickly ended however when he was nudged by Apollo.  "Come on kid we were spose to meet at the movies." he said cleaning his face with a towel.  The bus pulled just around the corner as the entered.


Elsewhere on Coney Island, the roar of the motorcycles were loud, the racket they spat out with the truck in the back was even louder.  The psychotics, theyre eyes shining through the cardboard masks of false smiles.  Bright yellow and most of them were mangy looking, some of the masks had fresh blood on them.  Each of them spreading around the area yelling things at passerbys.  One of them found theyre intended targets.  The biker sped up , a heavy pipe in hand, poor kid was probably 18 or something, his headband covered in blood, vest read WARRRIORS as he layed on the ground.  The truck also found what it was looking for and pulled up next to the old liquor store front.  Three of them stepped out, one had a hammer, the others were wielding 2x4's.  The same result if you will.  One of the warriors pulled a blade and stabbed at the smiling freak, once in the neck and twice in the chest.

Back in the other areas a chase had begun, 3 bikes were chasing after an old roofless convertible, the 3 kids shot at the hoodlums with the old revolvers, only one got his shot in, thats when the moltov hit the inside of the car.  The laughter, the unmerciful laughing of these guys.

The word was that some quack named Dr. Miles Reverend was gathering gang members and putting them in mental hospitals for a syndrome he called "Conformitous" A diease he states makes young people act strange and become rapidly violent.  As anyone expected it lasted only a week and these were the out come of it.  5 new sets, all psyched out, all demented like little Sons of Sams.  Sadly the Warriors have experienced the First hand work of the HAPPYS. atleast 12 injured, 4 dead.

The coffee was too hot, but the donuts were great, she needed to watch her weight. 190 was not a good fit for a gal her age.  Couple kids across the way went into the bar but they made a sure enough racket to startle her.  She remembers it was always this way.  Finally some action, the perp she was looking for was walking out side.  Bald headed fool with a Turtleneck.  She got out of the car and approached him.  "Alright Lint spill it, whats been going down." she asked, she felt stupid asking it in that way but its the only way this idiot would get it through his drop head.  "Well some Coney Mothers got offed by that new set along with the Boppers and other small times in Brooklyn." he stated hoping no one was watching him.  "You got my cash  lady?" he asked as she pulled out a 20 and handed it too him.  He scampered off with his pay as Carmine got into her car.  Grabbing the CB she made a call out to the Department.  She wanted to know if he was tellin the truth.  He was.......


The Movie theatres were packed, reshowing of Star Wars again for the nerds.  They saw theyre man though and proceeded towards him.  Mercy pulled down on his sweater vest, wiping away dirt and such, "Were here sir so whats the news?" Apollo asked.  Parker looked at them , giving them the Your late again look. "  Up north on Vermont Ave Bruce and his dirt pack of guidos think they can move around tagging up the area.  Normally Darby would let this sort of thing go but they hit us before so we'll be goin up there and lettin them know whats what." Parker said combing his hair to the side.  The 4 Royals went on the move, tonight was there night.