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this is my new story,I used the name and plot of my old one because I didn't like the direction it was going in.Here it is

September 2nd,1992 3:30pm, Coney island,New York

A graffiti coverd subway car pulled into StillWell Avenue.It stopped just for a moment and the doors whooshed open.A single man stepped out onto the platform and looked around.It was a very aged Swan,now in his late thirties.He had on a bleached white T-shirt and a pair of old jeans

'I once called this garbage dump home' Swan thought as he looked around.He couldn't belive he'd come back.He had left the gang the same day they had gotten back from The Bronx after that one night.He wondered If the gang even existed anymore as he stepped off the platform onto the open street.

It seemed he had only been standing there for a few seconds when someone grabbed him from behind and pinned him into a wall.

"What the [bad word deleted]!" Swan yelled as he felt the muzzle of a gun barrel on his neck.

"Your wallet,Now!" His attacker screamed.

Swan couldn't believe it,he was back in this place for a minute and already he was being mugged."Ok its in my back pocket" Swan snapped back as he tried to pull away,but the man put his arm around Swan's neck and tightend his grip."Don't try that again tough guy" " the man said.

'That voice sounds familiar' Swan thought as the man reached into his back pocket and took out Swan's wallet.

Swan tried to turn around when the man loosend his grip on his kneck and lowerd the gun.The man started to back off when Swan got a good look at him.

"...Vermin?" Swan said to him.

Vermin looked like he was in his early forties but had huge scars on his kneck and right cheek.He had a black hoodie and jeans that looked 2 sizes to big for him.

Vermin looked back at him with staring eyes,then they suddenly turned hard and mean.He raised his gun,Swan could see now it was a .357 revolver,and gave him a hard rap on the head with the but of the gun.Swan fell to the ground automaticly as he clutched the top of his head,which now started to bleed.

By the time Swan looked up the man was gone,and still clutching his head,he wondered if he could believe if what had just happend was real.

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Vermin bolted around the corner with his gun tucked snugly into his belt.He sprinted for a couple blocks ,turned into an ally and hid behind a nearby dumpster to catch his breath.

He couldn't believe it,it was Swan,and after so many years....

Vermin suddenly heard footsteps behind the dumpter and whipped out his gun.A small man wearing a black leather jacket over a hoodie turned around the corner.Vermin couldn't see his face because the man's hood was up.

Vermin quickly got up and pointed his gun at the stranger."Get the [bad word deleted] up outta here" He said cooly.

The man simply chuckled quietly and started to speak

"We bolth know there are no bullets in that gun Sean"

Vermin almost passed out after hearing that.How did he know that he had no bullets.And how did he know his name was Sean,he hadn't been called that since he was a kid. The man pulled off his hood and Vermin saw who it was

"[bad word deleted] you!" Vermin started to scream,still clutching his useless gun "[bad word deleted] you!"

The man pulled out a Colt .45 and started to play with it

"Now,on another hand,we bolth know that this one right here is loaded"

Whoa... that's pretty insane. I know this is a weird comparison, but your writing and plot direction here is really reminding me of Stephen King. I know that sounds kinda strange, but I like it. Two thumbs up!

Thanks for the comment! I sortta worked hard on this and I appriciate it,I've never read any Steven King books but again thanks for the comment.This next piece is short,but I added it in later to emphisiese the part and I didn't have enough time to put in in the other one.

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"Please don't" Vermin sobbed "Please,I don't wan't to die!"

The man thought of something to say,A quote from Josef Stalin came to mind.The stranger raised his gun to eye level.

"Gratitude,Mr.Sean...." The man slowley cocked his gun.

"...is a disease of dogs" The mysterious man fired a single shot,which made a small black hole,right above his right eye.Vermin slumped to the ground instantly,as blood trickled out of the single gunshot wound.

The man wiped the handle of the gun on his shirt and tossed it into the dumpster.He turned and walked away without a sound.

*screams* omg! omgomgomg, you killed Vermin!!
You-  you- ! HOW COULD YOU?!?
You must update this right this second! Nowww!!!!!!!
Ok, ok, Ive absorbed it, Im ok.
I love your style of writing here, really adds the drama and lets you perfectly picture whats going on. Keep it up.
xox

I'm really liking this story a lot. The writing style is really drawing me in most of all. Keep it up!

Also @ Vermin dying.

Thanks for the comments Heres the next part 

September 2nd,1992 3:45pm, Coney island,New York

Swan stood up slowly and looked around,Vermin was nowhere to be seen,at leat he thought it was Vermin.'Why the [bad word deleted] did he hit me!' Swan though angerly.He started to go down the sidewalk when he put his hand on his head.When he brought his hand down he saw it was glistening with blood.

A man wearing a apron walked out of a hardware store across the street and came up to Swan

"hey man,are ya ok?" The man spoke with a thick Brookyn accent.

Swan just stared at him for what seemed like minutes.Suddenly he blankly passed out right there on the sidewalk.Swan felt his face smash up against the pavement and then,blackness

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The next thing he knew, Swan woke up laying on a bed inside a building.He was in a small room with nothing but small nightstand table beside the bed,and strangly, an armoire was in the corner.He slowly looked up when he felt his head ache.He let his head hit the pillow just as someone walked in the room.

"Hey,your finally up!" the person said.It was the same guy who Swan had seen on the street.

"Who" Swan closed his eyes for a second and opend them "Who are you"

"I found you out there on the sidewalk,you passed out from that nasty head wound ya got there" The man said quickly.

"Oh" Swan said drowzily,he looked at the clock on the nightstand."[bad word deleted]" he said outloud,it was almost nine.

"Well I better get going" Swan said, as he jumped out of bed.He looked in the mirror on the wall next to him and relised his face was all bashed up.

"How did *this* happed to me" Swan said pointing to his face

"Oh that" the man said "you hit your face on the sidewalk whe ya passed out"

"[bad word deleted]" Swan said again,he scrapes all over his face,and his left eye was all blue and purple.

Swan started to walk out "Well I better get going-uh" he stutterd

"Frank" the man said he stuck out his hand and Swan shook it "Alex"

"I better get going" Swan said as he stepped out the door.He now relised that he was on the second floor of a hardware store,the living quarters.

Swan hurried down the stairs to the store.

"Don't you think you should stay a while?" Frank said following him

Swan turned around to look at him when he relised he had a huge scar on his right side streching from his temple to his chin."No...." Swan said quietly and calmly "No ,I'll be ok,and thanks Frank"

Swan turned around and headed for the door,He started to pull the door open when he came face to face with 4 black guys wearing black leather and derby hats,obvious posers of the rap group RUN DMC.

The man infront pushed open the door,which sent Swan flying into a pile of paint cans.

The 4 men stepped inside the store and walked over to Swan.

"What,you doin here beautiful" The man on the far left said,noticing Swan's face.

"I just wanna leave" Swan said getting up

The man in the middle just laughed and flicked out a butterfly knife.It flipped around in one motion and before he knew it the blade was staring Swan right in the face."You ain't goin anywhere pretty boy"

Suddenly Swan's instincts kicked in.He flipped up a paint can by the handle with his right foot,caught it and swung it at the man's face.

The excitement! Its too much for me! Im gonna be grinning like a fool all day now, I swear!
Lol keep it up, man, I love your work!

[Adds to #1 position in my list of current favourite fan fiction]

That was a great chapter. I look forwards to seeing how Swan gets out of this one .

its cool man

Soz didnt mean to double post.

Sorry its been so long,I haven't really been on this site that much anymore.Anyway heres the next chapter.

September 2nd,1992 5:04pm, Coney island,New York

Detective Dan Murray scratched his beard while he looked at the body with frown.The bullet had gone right throught the back of his head.He was shot at point blank range.Murray looked around the scene.There were officers snapping photo's of the body,and some local cops putting up police tape around the area.They had found a Colt .45 in the dumpster beside him,no finger prints,as well as a revolver beside the body,no bullets in the gun,only one shell casing was found,and that was the .45. Suddenly Murray felt a tap on his shoulder.

He whipped around as if someone had tried to attack him.

"Whoa calm down their cowboy" The man standing behind him said, he had two cups of coffee in his hands."Its just me"

Murray frowned again.He took one of the drinks from the man and turned his back.

"So Bill, who is he?" Murray asked the man without facing him.He noticed they had taken a wallet out of the dead mans pocket.

"Sean Miller," Bill started pulling a piece of paper from his briefcase."His nickname on the streets is Vermin.Mother deceased,father unknown.lets see.... and he's homeless,well he sounds like an average criminal to me" Bill said

Murray took a sip from his coffee "Just like everybody else in this stinkin town" he mutterd under his breath.

Bill ignored him and kept on reading Vermin's file."he was arrested twice,once for assualt and battery on a police officer and then another time for possesion of heroin.The guy was involved in alot of gang activity in the early eighties.And he was just released from prison a year ago for the heroin charge.

There was a local cop who was rolling over the body,he stuck his hand inside the deadmans pocket and pulled out something leather.

"What are you doing" Murray snapped and snached the leather object out of his hand.

When he actualy looked at it he noticed it was a wallet.He opened it up and pulled out the Drivers license.Staring back at him was a middle aged man with brown hair.It was Swan

"Alex Morrison" Murray said outloud

"Why the hell would he have another guy's wallet?" Bill asked.

"The guy's poor, he's homeless he probably stole it" Murray said calmy

He thought for a while "So lets say this guy Sean decides to earn some money and mug a guy on the street." Murray started to say

"He gets out his gun,which has no bullets by the way,and mugs a random guy on the street.He takes his wallet and runs,the guy chases him down gets out his own gun" Murray made his hand in the shape of a gun and pointed it loosly at Vermin. "And shoots Sean here dead"

Bill started to say something but Murray interupted him.

"Bill I wan't you to find out where the guy Morrison lives and take him down to the station for questioning.

Bill nodded and turned to walk away

Dan Murray simply crouched beside the dead Vermin and took a sip of his coffee."What happend to you man?"





 

September 2nd,1992 8:58pm, Coney island,New York

The paint can hit the man's face with a sickening thud.The paint can practicly exploded as red paint flew over everybody.The man went unconcious instantly and slumped to the ground.

Swan ducked to the ground as he saw a logo on the back of the now unconcious man.There was a logo of the four aces from a playing card deck and the words Five Points across it.

Swan quickly grabbed the butterfly knife off the ground and dived over a shelf and into a rack of tools.as he fell into the wall he dropped the knife.One of the men flicked out a switchblade and ran at Swan.

Swan grabbed a shovel off the shelf next to him and swung it.

The spade hit the man on the elbow making a crunching sound of bones being smashed, making the man drop the knife.He fell to his knees screaming as he clutched his arm which was bent in an unusual way.

Swan brought back the shovel again and hit the man squarely in the face.He fell to the ground without a sound as blood poured out of his nose.When the man's head hit the floor,he didn't get back up.

The next thing he knew Swan felt a slam on the back of his head as he fell to the floor dazed.

As he rolled over Swan saw one of the other men drop a large square shovel and pick up the switchblade off the ground.

The man hung over Swan and held the blade of the knife to his throught.He felt a sting as it cut him a little bit."Say goodbye pretty boy" the man said with a grin.

The next thing he knew the man was thrown off of him and he saw Frank standing there holding the large shovel.He raised it and hit the man across the cheek,he clutched his face and with a wimper,went limp.

Frank threw the shovel away and helped Swan to his feet.

"Thanks" Swan said, out of breath "Who the hell were those guys?"

"Five Points" Frank said with a frown "The local gang in this part of Coney, they came to collect their weekly payment"

One of the men was sticking out his bloodyhand to reach for the switchblade that was just out of their reach.Frank saw this and quickly delivered a kick to the man's face,which sent him crying and curling into a ball.

"Lets see what the police have to say about this" Frank said to the man on the floor. "I've had it with you Five Points,Im not taking any more [bad word deleted] from you guys" He kicked the man hard in the stomach.

Swan looked around nervously "Wasn't there another guy"

Frank looked at him "He took off after you hit that second guy with the shovel, that little bitch. Frank kicked the hurt man again in the stomach who let out a wimper.

"He probably went to tell the rest of his gang" Swan pointed out "There gonna be back"

"Whatever" Frank said "I'm calling the cops for these guys, You can go now if you want,I'll say I took care of them.

"Thanks again" Swan said,.He stuck out his hand and Frank clasped it "I'll see ya around Frank"

As Swan walked away he picked up the butterfly knife and stuck it in his back pocket, 'it might come in handy' he thought

Updates! Huzza!
Brilliant updates! Even better! Again, I love the style, love the updates, love the plot!
Keep it up!
xox

Sorry it's been so long, I only just started posted here again.

September 2nd,1992 9:15pm, Coney island,New York

Swan avoided the shadows as he took off down the street. He didn't wan't to run into anyone else, something was seriosly wrong with this place. Sticking the glare provided by the street lights, he made his way to his destination.

His father had just passed away from liver cancer a few weeks ago, from drinking every single day, and had left everything to him.Swan's mother had died just before he turned 16, a few days after he had run away from home.

Swan stumbld around the street corner as went up to a run down 2 floor house.There was a party across the street, a few houses down, that was blasting November Rain, where a couple drunken kids were sprawled out on the lawn.He decided he better go inside so Swan took a deep breath, and took out a key from his pocket, walked up to the house and entered.

It was a mess everywhere. The floor was littered with ciggerette packets and vodka bottles. Swan walked over to the kitcken and looked around. He picked up and pan and looked at it then dropped it to the ground. Swan looked over at the couner and picked up a gray, worn out duffel bag,he opened a cabinet and started pushing expensive plates into the bag. Swan turned and staggered up the stairs to the second floor. Again, looking around he picked up various objects and studied them before discarding them as junk.

Swan moved over to his father's office. He walked inside and over to a large desk and started opening drawers. He came across one that had a a jewlery box, He opened it up and duped all of the contents into his bag. Swan opened up another draw and froze. A model 19 combat magnum revolver was laying inside. His father had had it when he was stationed in South Korea. He stared at it for what seemed like hours to him. He picked it up the small gun and flicked open the chamber, emptey. Swan stuck his hand further into the drawer and found a box of 158 g. bullets.He shoved bolth of them inside of his duffle bag

Swan down and kicked one of them, it went flying across the room and smashed on the wall. There was the noise of papers shuffeling and a grunt from the back room.Swan quickly picked up another bottle, and broke it on the side of a broken up coffee table.

Suddenly Swan felt the blade of a large knife on his throught.

"Don't even move tough guy"

no odnt die swan pleae *sobs his heart out* hey great story man well done