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Hey guys! i was mega bored and had a really big imagination so i decided to make this master piece
ENJOY!*********************************************************************A FRESH START
***July 13, 1 day after the meeting***
A slight breeze blows over the beaches of Coney Island, while our band of brothers: The Warriors, are making their way back to the hangout. In the background, screams of pain can still be heard whenever a hockey stick meets the shoulderblade of a busted up Rogue.
Swan: Well, this is the place, the bad lands..
Rembrandt: Where us Warriors stay at that is..
Mercy: Well, there's gotta be more action over here than in Tremont ain't there?
Swan: Right now, I don't need action anymore for a while.
Vermin: Man I thought we were gonna have a dirt nap for sure.
Cochise: Man you always think the worst dude, we pretty heavy and we showed that last night.
Swan: Knock it off.
Vermin: Alright warlord..
All of a sudden, a Riff comes running towards the group.
Riff: Yo hold up! (while out of breath)
Swan: What do you want?
Riff: (staggering cause he's still catching his breath) Well, it's your leader, he ain't dead..
Warriors mumbling in the back.
Swan: Be quiet for a second.., now, what are you talking about.
Riff: Before we left we checked his polse, his heart was still beating, we split when the cops came over, best guess is the cops got him.
Rembrandt: The cops have Cleon AND Ajax?! Man this is bad.
Snow: You worry too much youngster, at least he ain't dead man.
Cochise: So we gonna bust them out or what?
Swan: Right now we don't have the strength for that..(back to the Riff) but if you guys can bring the Rogues to the station after you're done battering them, we could have a chance at least Cleon can get out.
Riff: We'll see to it.
The streets of Coney seem like a warm welcome compared to the rough night they had. And with the sun standing high it even feels good over here. A lot of familiar colors are outside on the streets, the new bloods have waited desperately for the return of the 9.
New blood: Yo, there they are!
The Warriors march over to their hangout without words. They're exhausted, battered, and they feel messed up. With their dear friend and scout gone, they've lost more than just some good eyes, they lost a real friend, someone who would give his life to save the group, unfortunately, he did it too soon.
A young blood is waiting at the entrance of the hangout, wearing tight distressed army pants, a white bandana around his neck and a leather glove.
Young blood: So, you made it home.
Snow: Glad we did, we could've all been dead now.
Swan: We lost a good man though...
Young blood: that's f*cked up man, where are the other two at?
Cowboy: Probably in jail, at least Ajax is, big chance Cleon is too..
Young blood: Heavy stuff man, I would've been dead at the start I guess.
Snow: Nah I wouldn't say that, you look like a good soldier, what's your name anyways?
Young blood: Dennis, but because I take a lot of risks, you can call me Dices.
Swan: Alright Dices, meet us 'round the back so we can see what you got in you.
Cochise: What already? I'm tired man we just got our *sses back here.
Cowboy: Good point dude, I need some rest first.
Mercy: So this is the hangout huh.. Much better than the trash I used to be in.
Dices: Best hangout I've been at, and I've seen a lot before, all the way from the Bowery.
The hangout is still the same, Radio playing the street news, pinball machine, even the empty beer bottles still laying scattered over the table, while Ajax drank from them not a day ago. The atmosphere is quiet and calming, which is a good thing, because the last thing the boys would want now is action.
Vermin changes the radio station to a smooth disco track while Rembrandt wraps a bandage around his wound, Cochise already conquered the longest couch and Swan is making plans for the future with Snow. Cowboy is having a conversation with Dices.
Cowboy: So you're all the way from the Bowery?
Dices: Sure am, came over to Coney when the Punks beat my *ss up.
Cowboy: (laughing) well, at least you won't have trouble from them anymore, ain't no corner we didn't show 'em last night.
Dices: I wanted to go too you know, I feel like the rest underestimates me.
Cowboy: Wouldn't say that, as Snow said, you look like a tough dude, you just weren't one of the 9, but I believe Swan and Snow are discussing over that subject right now.
Dices: I know, I just wanna do that test so I can prove myself.
Vermin: (mixes in with the conversation) I've been here from the start man, we all gotta start somewhere, right then we were only 2 men strong, Cleon and me.
Dices: Wow, you guys must've had a deathwish, starting a rival gang on Destroyer turf.
Vermin: Cleon knew we were gonna get this big, of course we were afraid that they would bop right through, but Virgil wasn't the brightest warlord.
Dices: I have hated that guy ever since he spat beer in my face and threw me out of the windows of their hangout.
Cowboy: Yeah I remember that story, Cleon told me about it when we just recruited you.
Dices: Yeah, at least I got my revenge, I wrecked over 30 Destroyers that one night, you know, when we finished those f*cks off.
Vermin: That's pretty heavy man, more than I did.
Cowboy: If I were Swan I'd recruit you as a lieutenant.
Dices: Thanks man, appreciate it, well, I'mma bust the bag, see you guys later.
In the meantime...
Swan: Well?
Cowboy: He's definately a tough dude, likes to brawl, got a clear mind, knows his stuff.
Snow: I say we give him a test to prove himself.
Swan: Agreed, tell him to meet me at Twiggy's one week from now.
Cowboy: Got it warlord.
Swan: (while looking at the entrance) You can call me warchief again I guess...
A silhouet was standing in the doorway, everyone jumped up.
It was Cleon...
stay tuned for chapter 2