The JSB Story

[Jigsaw]

"Come here you little wimp! Come on!"
Some guy named Brutus, age 16 was doing his everyday torture on the new kid who moved onto Jones Street. Jeff Sears, age 9, was just moving in a few days earlier, and 'Brutus' added this to his daily routine. Brutus would knock over little Jeff, punch him, kick him, spit on him, and even steal anything he had on him at the time. Brutus was beating him up for the eighth day in a row now, until John Sears, age 18 came out. Brutus got up to flea when John ran over and grabbed his shaggy hair. John pulled him back and punched him in the back of the head. Brutus fell, as John wound up and kicked him in the face. Brutus, laying on the ground, began to scream. Blood was pouring down his face, turning his white teeth red. He was laying in an odd position, just laying, screaming. John helped up Jeff and helped him into the house.

*****

Jeff was sitting on the couch with a band-aid on his forehead, arms, and legs. He was just sitting quietly, wondering why his brother hit the guy so much. At this age he felt sorry for Brutus, he didn't know who bad and good people were. He just sat, with a sad look over his face. John came into the room.

John: I don't want you going outside ever again without protection okay? That guy out there, he is from a gang. Gangs are not good, and they might hurt you.

Jeff smiled and nodded. John look outside. He saw Brutus laying on the road, when a few more guys ran over to help him up. They were all wearing black sleeveless shirts, with white trim. These shirts, would forever be the target of John Sears. John punched the wall, angry, full of hate. He walked outside with a baseball bat in his right hand, a crowbar in his left. The three men approached him.

Brutus: Your dead man. You don't start with the Saracens and get away with it!

John gets a cocky grin on his face and nods. Then, in one motion, throws the bat into one guy's head, so hard he fell unconious, and a crowbar at the other, sticking into his eye socket, letting him fall, screaming, blood pouring down his face, leaving Brutus still standing by himself. John grabbed him and pulled him into the house, as he locked the doors, put things against them, and put things in front of the windows. John sat him on the floor in the living room.

John: I'm dead am I? I'M DEAD!?

John kicks him in the side of the head.

John: You guys call yourselves The Saracens eh? Well wait 'til you meet the Jones Street Boys!

Brutus: The Jones Street-

John kicked him in the head, and put his foot on his neck. Brutus lost his breath, and made a few gurgling noises before dying. John turned around to see Jeff, watching in amazment. His young fragile mind, would never be the same again.

*****

Eight years later. Jones Street Boys turf.

John was sitting with Jeff, along with many other guys. They were all just hanging around the street.

Jeff: Look! John!

John: What the-

The Saracens. About 35. All charging into the street. John jumped up, along with Jeff, and about 20 other Jone Street Boys. They all charged back, this turning more into a war than a street gang fight. John was swinging his fists around, back and fourth. Clubbing, and swatting, and hitting, for a long period of time. The Jones Street Boys were soming out on top, when Jeff, age 17 now, got tackled by three Saracens. They got on top of Jeff, pounding away. This took John off his focus, letting a Saracen take him down. He quickly and easily took care of the Saracen, and the war was done. Everyone was finished. But where was Jeff?

[MiddleMan07]

Im hungry for more!!! That was cool man. I liked how you explained the whole point of the JSB's. I didnt think the Saracens were that nasty though, 

Oh man, I like the fight scenes, it's like watching a movie! Keep on writing.

[Jigsaw]

John was looking frantically for his only part of his family left.
John: JEFF! JEFF! WHERE ARE YOU!?
John sits down and shoves his face into his hands. Two other JSBs (Bobby, Cody) walk over to him. They sit down.
Cody: Man, I'm sure he's alright. Besides, you taught him some killer fight moves. He'll come back okay.
Bobby: Don't worry about it. We can get him back.
John: Shut up. I have had enough. He's not coming back. I give up.
Bobby: But-
John gets up and walks over to his house and sits on the steps. Two Saracens that were survivors get to their feet about 20 feet from John. They walk over. John gets up and punches one. The other guy is wearing his tank top like the rest, but with a yellow and black striped shirt. John punches him and kicks him in the side, then takes his shirts off, and puts the striped one on. He signals for Bobby and Cody to come to him.
John: Go raid the nearest clothing stores. On our turf, we now have our colors. Get shirts the same as this one. Go. Now!
Cody and Bobby walk off down the street. John just sits back down. He shoves his face back into his hands and thinks. He thinks how he is a failure. How he failed his brother. His family many years back, he let them get killed. He had ruined everything.

*****

3 months later.
John walks over to Bobby and Cody, wearing their new striped shirts.
John: So, you lied to me.
Cody: What are-
John: WHERES MY GODDAMN BROTHER!?
Bobby: Hey man he was trying to cheer you up.
John: Well I don't care what he was trying to do. All he did was get my hopes up. Jeff is probably dead. That's my guess. I gave up. I gave up on him. I'm glad, because now my gang is ruling Jones Street. Him getting taken away is the best thing that ever happend to me. And-
John is struck down by a baseball bat. Soon, Cody, Bobby, John, and all of the Jones Street Boys are being pelted by wooden baseball bats. The worst part, was the horrific face paint on the attackers. They wore black hats, baseball uniforms, and had baseball bats. But the facepaint. Many colors on the violent expressions of them. When they were all done, and the JSBs laid on the ground, the leader nodded at the guy next to him. A short, young looking guy, with Black on one side of his face, and Blue on the other. He walked over to John and looked down.
Guy: Hey Johnny. Johnny Sears.
John: How.. how do y-you know my name?
Guy: Maybe this will remind you. 3 months ago. Someone got taken away from the Saracens. Good thing you taught him how to fight and get away. But he hid in the shadows and listened to you talking with your buddies, about you being happy that you lost him. You were happy you lost Jeff Sears. You were happy you lost me!
John: What the-
Jeff hits him in the face with his bat.
Jeff: Yeah, I joined The Baseball Furies. A REAL gang. One that has colors, and had them from the start. And one more thing, they care if one of their fighters go missing. John, say hi to mom in heaven.
John: Wha-
Jeff starts to swing down on his face when Cody jumps into him. The Furies jump back into the fight when sirens go off. All the Furies look at Jeff.
Jeff: SCATTER FURIES!!
They all run in different directions, as John struggles to his feet, and falls again. Cody and Bobby help him up, as all the JSBs run to the hangout. John finally gets up to the 4th floor with Bobby and Cody. They all sit down, and John falls into a chair.
John: Jones Street Boys, will not be taken off guard like that again. Not until.. wait a second. NO! I left the door unguarded! Cops and Furies could be on their way up right now!
John is cut off to see 5 cops burst in the door.
Cop: Freeze! Your under arrest!
John gets to his feet, because he is feeling a bit better. There are about 40 JSBs in the hangout. They all charge the cops. John hits a cop with a left, then a right. He wraps his arm around the cops neck. He gives him a hard shot in the stomach, and takes his gun. He quickly turns around and shoots the cop. He takes out two more, the other two get beaten by the 40 some JSBs. John falls to the ground breathless, tired. Then he notices a Fury that was trying to flee with the others, but he got stuck to a telephone pole, and was upside-down, unable to move. John grinned..

[cowboy rules]

Great story man. Please keep up writing and I think its your turn on the Desolators story cause I aint seen Ash in quite a while. Well done bro!

[Jigsaw]

John got up from the ground and walked to the stairs. He held his hand out to signal his Jones Street Boys to stay behind. He ran down the stairs and out the door. He walked over and knocked the guy off the telephone pole and onto his butt. John picks him up and carries him up the stairs. He gets into the room where he drops the shaken fighter onto the floor. He kicks him in the arm, and steps on his hand. He keeps his foot on his hand, and puts his arm around his neck. He pulls the Fury's head back to his head and began to talk to him.
John: Where did you find my brother, I mean, how did you get the idea of getting him to try out.
Fury: I'm not saying a thing! I don't tell!
John: Oh yeah?
John hangs him upside-down from the ceiling fan. He turns it on, as the Fury screams. He starts flying around the room as the Jones Street Boys sit back, take a sip of their beers, and laugh at him. After a few minutes, John turns it off anf walks over to the Fury's shaken body. He is staring him in his face.
John: Where is your hangout?
Fury: ..it's.. its over 20 blocks. The old sporting good shop. Just let me go..
John: Am I gonna come up in the city if I let everyone go free?
John punches the Fury in the head, causing him to fall to the floor. John steps on his throat, hard enough to crush his throat. The fury can no longer breath, and slowly closes his eyes as he dies.. (to be continued)

[Jigsaw]

John is sitting in the hangout with the Jones Street Boys.
John: Something seems wrong guys. Very wrong. Nothing has happend with the Furies since the last attack. But, I have been waiting to raid there little "Morgan's Sporting Shop" at the right time. We can storm them soon. But guys, they are going to attack us soon.
Cody: Nah man, they are waiting for us-
John: Shut up, I am the leader of this gang!
John walks over to the door. He signals for The Jones Street Boys to follow. They walk down the stairs and out the front door. John looks over at the other side of the street. Saracens. Full Strenth. About 45. John's attention was then turned to the left end of the street. About 50 Baseball Furies. Then to the right side. Jones Street cops. About 25. All these people after The Jones Street Boys. Saracens, Baseball Furies, and cops. Added up to 120 men. All after 50 Jones Street Boys. They all ran into the middle of the street brawling. The Jones Street Boys ran down towards the Baseball Furies. They get some bats and fight the cops, the Saracens jump in.

*****

The town unfamiliar with The Jones Street Boys, a fairly new group, they don't arrest the badly beaten Jones Street Boys. They are put on probation, and held at the station for a few days. They are released after the few days, and go back to the hangout. They get to the hangout, where there is a HUGE Baseball Furies tag on the front door.
John (Staring at the wall): W-WHAT!? They cannot get away with this!!

[Oxygen]

i like your story man keep writing!!!