Vermin's Pride: part two

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Chapter 12: Saving Private LC...again.

Before I begin this chapter, In the time of my three day ban  I went game searching for my 360. I found a game, The Club. Some of you may know it, others won't. But in my time of playing it, I've found some pretty good charicters that could expand my writing, I combined both the warrior's movie and the club's game. Please get it soon! It's a good game!

"Now for the latest word in the big apple. The Sarecens are lookin' good as they expand their rock solid rep. The Orphans report that they've shattered another gang to bits, ate them and spit them out. But information can be un-realible. Now, in other, non-gang related news. Nemo is on the loose! Local police in Harlem today found some...bad things. Another murder accured and the body, so messed up not even Harlem's boppers could identify any part of it. If you have any information, or have spotted him, He's been seen in a yellow bio hazzard suit this cat's been spotted packin', so if you see him, please alert the fuzz to you're descovery and watch you're back on the streets tonight, boppers. It's crazy out there...adios."
"Nemo, huh?" Bensie asked to the finally awake Virgil.
"Yeah, he's been sturrin' **** up in NYC, Could give us a break." he said as he poured whiskey into a glass.
"Yeah, to the neck." muttered Beansie.
"Bean, why you always got t' look at the down side a' things?" Virgil sipped his glass as he spoke.
"Down side? There's a hard eged killer out on the streets that could cut you and me up in seconds, and you're happy?" Beansie asked.
"First of all, cut YOU up in seconds, if that shady mother-****** comes towards me, his *** is grass! Second of all, I never said i wuz' happy, I said It could give us a break...with the pigs, man! And Third of all, We Ain't got nuttin' t' worry bout'. Cleon, Swan, Cowboy, and that newblood they hangout wit' take care of everythang'. They runnin' the gang for us! You, me, Lemmie, and LC got the plan in action. Once they move up in our operation, we cut 'em down. Set 'em up, they won't know nuttin, cool brotha'?" Virgil said as he finished the drink and refilled.
"We cool, virg-man." He high-fived him, and turned up the music.

Cleon and Vermin backed up as the furies approached, Cleon already had to dodge a bat.
"Let's split, man." Vermin whispered.
"I told you, no LC, no drug money, no drug money, no profits, no profits, Virgil's p***ed, Virgil's p***ed, We dead."
Suddenly, a shot sounded.
Followed by several more.
"what the hell?" Vermin said to himself.
Suddenly, all the Furies collapsed.
Vermin looked at them, they all had bullet holes in their back.
Cleon gulped loudly, suddenly a figure appeared, it climbed over a car and stood in front of them.
"I know that cat....Nemo!" he yelled.
The figure looked at them, then stepped into the light.
It was without a doubt Nemo.
Through the ski mask covered by a hood he squinted at them.
He equipped his hunting knife from his pocket.
"Yo, man. We cool...right?" cleon asked, his hand shaking wildly.
Nemo looked down, one of the furies was breathing.
Nemo gazed at him for a minute or so, then grabbed him, and pulled him up by his collar.
"N-no, please. I know i did something wrong, please D-don't kill me. Please!" The furie pleaded.
Nemo looked at Vermin, then the furie, then Cleon, then the furie.
He suddenly smiled akwardly at the furie, then went off with him.
Still in shock, Vermin and cleon stood.
Within minutes they heard cries of pain that filled their every direction, with that, they ran.

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Chapter 13: HELP

After running a nearly three miles, the very frightened, Cleon and Vermin turned into an alley.
"That was some crazy ****, man. Still no LC." Vermin said, out of breath.
"I don't care, I'm sure he's just fine compared to what we just witnessed. One of the biggest cereal killers in the world at our doorstep, deciding weather it was us of the furie!"
"Thank god it was the furie."
"Screw LC and beansie, and Virgil, and...nemo. All i need to do is get back, get back and chill."
"Really? Ten minutes ago you were willing to risk both of our lives, aganst...countless odds just so Virgil didn't have to move his drunk, drugged up *** to go save a drug dealer, HE recruited. This is starty to smell fishy!"
Cleon shook his head. "Wash you're mouth out with soap, Vermin. I got you in, now it's you're time to shine, you the newblood. You don't give orders. Virgil started this gang he rose up from nothin' you best give him some respect."
Vermin sighed, "I guess...What now?"
"hell, i don't know. I go for LC, I'm risking my own death, I think the next time Nemo finds us he won't be so hesitant to taste new flesh. And if i don't go, Beansie ll' ***** like he always does, I get in a fight and Virgil has my *** exploded."
"Tough decision...your call."
"Well, what good is life if you don't take risks?"
"Risks? We just witnessed four murders and you want to go back and sell, Nemo choclates."
"You said you're call."
"Yeah, but i was...You don't understa-...Fine lets go!"

Vermin and Cleon peered out of the alleyway, Main street was crawling with furies.
"It'll take a damn army to get through this." Cleon spoke softly.
"Then what do you think we're gonna' do?"
Cleon sighed, "Do you bealive in favors, Vermin?" he asked.
"Favors? W-Why?"
Cleon didn't answer.
He ran the oppisite direction onto another street, to  payphone.
"Wha-What are you doing?" Vermin asked.
"If you tell Virgil, I'll kill you." Cleon thretened as he dumped change in and dialed a number.
"Hello?" the other line picked up.
"Detective Renwick, there?"
"You're talkin' to him, who's this?"
"Cleon."
"Cle-Cleon?! No, No, no, no, no, NO. I'm not fallin' in with you again."
"Chill out, man. I need a favor."
"A favor? The other day i got a call from Virgil, way back in the day Virgil. You promised me, as you're cousin, that you'd stay away from that street scum."
"He needed a minute man and needless to say-**** it, Are you helpin' me or not?"
"As long as i have a promise NOT to get any calls from you in a course of 20 years."
"Careful, I might take you up on that."
"50 years, what do you want?"
"You've heard of the Furies, right?"
"Like i haven't."
"They're overunning coney, if i can get you down here with some...heat i think i can get to where my brotha's at."
"How i can i say no, Cuz'. WE'll be there soon, what street?"
"main, bring weapons, it could get hot. Then no more favors, you and me are finito...for 50 years."
"Be there soon."
Cleon hung up the phone.
"A cop, huh?" Vermin asked.
"I am ashamed of him, becoming one of NY's finest. But it's his life."

Chapter 14: LC

Within the next few minutes, a squad car arrived, four men, all carrying guns.
Renwick caught eyes with Cleon, threw a nod his way and cleaned up the furies.
"Alright, Boys. Those colors don't look native, so hop it up to Riverside. I even got a petition signed by..." He pulled out two guns ":These babies."
The furies backed up off of main, and as quick as five minutes, Renwick and his boys drove off.
Vermin and Cleon ran down the street as quick as possible, The furies were bound to strike twice.
A lit up house became visible, A furie was guarding the entrence, you couldn't help guess...LC was there.
The furie eyed them closely.
They approached him.
Cleon lifted his fist high, the furie got ready to defend him.
And Vermin...needless to say, Caught him off guard of the...wrong spot.
The man fell to the floor in pain.
With a quick knee to the face, donated by Vermin, they ran inside.
"Where's LC at?" Cleon asked to the desk manager who had a bandana on and was chewing on an apple.
"Don't know what you're talking about." he said silently.
"Bull****, Where is he?"
"Mister, I really don't know, now the door is over there."
Vermin slammed his fist on the table, Brteaking the wood.
"Listen to me you minimum-wage, ****-bag! I was held up at knife point by a cearel killer, ran nearly a marathon, and have been struggling all night so we can get to you lieing about something you obviously ******* saw! Now tell me, the truth."
"Apartment A-3, down the hallway." he pointed.
Cleon approached the door.
"You're gonna' let us in on this drug deal, or we will kill you and you're fruity-tooty little coney island gang!"
"I told you, uh-uh, no. No deal!"
"I was hoping you'd say that."
LC screamed in pain.
"Jesus." Whispered Vermin.
Silence.
Cleon fingered the door-knob.
Right when a foot-step sounded, he kicked it open!
The door clashed aganst a furie's head, he fell to the floor in pain.
The other backed to the wall, behind the black-bloody LC who was tied in a chair.
The flick of a switch-blade sounded, Vermin heard it.
"LC watch it!" he yelled, Right as the Blade came down directly on LC's neck, Vermingrabbed the mans hand and cracked back all fingers, probably braking all of them.
With both the furies down, Cleon un-tied LC.
"They, They used Pliers, took out eight of my teeth. You guys had to get here eventually."
"Relax, man. We gonna' get you to Virgil, who's gonna' get you a Doctor, okay?" Vermin asked.
LC passed out, as soon as it was clear that both were in pain, they cut the rope and carried LC home... back to Virgil.

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Chapter 15: Bloody Cleon

A crash sounded, but not virgil nor his drunkie friends bothered to help.
"We got LC." Cleon said as he set him down on he floor.
"You got LC, you got LC, You got nuttin', Cleon and...Newblood."
"It's Vermin" Vermin corrected.
"Whatever! You're still makin' mistakes, cleon. When you gonna' cut it out?"
"I didn't make a mistake Virgil i got LC-"
"Bull****!" Virgil innterupted. "I told you to go down to the whiskey shop and get me another 6-pack a' roonie!"
"Here's the beer Virgil." Beansie said as he walked in.
"Cuz' you didn't deliva' i sent his *** down to the brizown' t' get somethin', He doin' better than you, Cleon."
Vermin was about to something...but didn't.
"Whatever, man." Cleon said.
Virgil looked over "Whatever? WHATEVER? YOU wuz' souppsed to handle dat'...not LC!" he punched cleon across the face.
"That's what i owe's you, you scumbag."
Vermin was looking down on the mess, Cleon was out...he had a chance, a chance to show the king who's boss.
"What you waitin' for, Vermin? Cleon pretty much can't drag himself outside!"
Vermin grabbed Cleon's arm and dragged him to the door, after that was conquered then came the fire escape that became a front door to them.
He threw cleon on his back like a backpack and started down the ladder.
When he was three feet from the ground he dropped.
"Vermin, Cleon, What happened?" Two voices arose from the cold January night.
"Virgil punched Cleon." Vermin explained, "He was out in two seconds flat."
"Wait," Cowboy said as he clinched his hat, "Out? Dead?" He asked.
"No, you idiot! He's okay."
"No, no, no I was watching mobster movies last night, Out IS dead. Are you sure Vermin? Are you sure!?"
Cowboy grabbed vermin.
Vermin swiftly shoved him away, being his homofobic "I'm sure." he said.
"This is getting way outta' hand. Cleon always preachin' to me about leadership, trust, loyalty. How can Virgil repay him with a punch to the face!"
"I was...It was a mistake...I'm fine, just fine." Cleon's downed body mumbled from the pavement.
"Are you sure? You're not dead, correct?" Cowboy asked loudly.
"I ain't dead." Cleon re-assured him.
"You have to lose this Destroyer gig before he kills you, man!" Vermin yelled.
"I'm fine, it was just a regular slug, he didn't mean it." Cleon got up.
as he turned around, the three others jumped at the sight of his face.
He had a large bruise on his forehead and it was bloody all over.
"You may change you're song when you see this." Swan said.
He looked around, there was a large piece of glass, he ran and picked it up, and held it front of cleon.
"Ah!" Cleon yelled into the reflection. "My...face....My entire face..." He looked at Vermin. "He's as good as dead." he clinched his teeth together.
"Welcome to our side, Cleon." he high-five him.

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Cleon led Cowboy, Swan, and Vermin to a location that no newblood would be listening in on, Gecko's palace, A lizzard store.
They sat down on one of the couches for sale.
"Now, if we do this ourselves, we basicly commitin' suicide, the cops ll' finger print it, tell Virgil's family who ll' hire someone to cut us up. So, i had an idea, Hiring someone."
"They alot of money, Cleon." Swan warned.
"I know, I know, but if we split the deal, we'll be fine." Cleon said.
"How much?" Cowboy asked.
"You don't wanna' know."
"How much?"
"5"
Cowboy laughed, "Five dollars, all you gotta' do is rip off some old lady, that's easy."
"No, you idiot, Five Grand!"
"FIVE GRAND? I can't pay a quarter of that! THere's some cheaper ones out there."
"yeah, but this guys been through hell, plus, he has a money back guarentee, if we talks, we get it all back from Vin's Weenie Mart...of which is his coverup."
"Like that ll' matter, we'd be dead for five minutes by then." Vermin said.
"Well, It's a chance, It might come to us, i don't know. I have a deal with him tonight, he ain't stable so, I'm bringin' you guys."
"Where?" Swan asked.
"The southeast Warehouse, we give him money and info and it'll be done be sun-up."
"What's his name?"
"Killen"

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Chapter 16: Doin' the job

Cleon waited inside the dark warehouse, the rain outside leaked through the ceiling at struck him in the head.
There was only one light in the Southeast warehouse, that's probably why Killen suggested the place.
Suddenly, a dark figure jumped down from the raftors and stepped into the light.
He loked almost equal to the punisher, except he had a long wool trenchcoat and a small ponytail of greasy brown hair.
"Sorry i was late, i had to FINISH other clients."
Cleon chuckled.
"So, you want someone dealt with...I can do that. So what's his story, where'd he come from?" he said as he took out a pad of paper and a pencil, ready to scribbled anything down.
"Well, his name's Virgil. He owns the Destroyers Gang, you've heard of them?"
Killen shrugged and wrote it down.
"And a few, a few hours ago, I went to capture our hired drug man, LC from the furies. What does Virgil do? He pretends that he ordered me to get him booze, i refused. And he slugged me, how's that?"
Killen scribbled it on the pad. "Now that we got the backstory, I need, Info, where's he gonna' be, yadda, yadda,yadda."
Cleon thought, "Oh, yeah. There's a gang reunion at midnight over at a disco bar on main street, Me and my few friends, we have to go, there's no way around it."
Killen sighed, "Normally, the client would be no where near me when i work, But this guy sounds like a major ******** so you can, What's he look like?"
Cleon rubbed his chin, "He has a comb sticking outta' his afro he has a destroyers vest on and jeans."
Killen wrote it down, "Need more." he said as he finished up writing it.
"Uh, Well he's the leader, so. He's either gonna' get introduced, or he'll make himself a scene. Got that?"
Killen nodded and hopped up the boxes to the very top, "See you there!" his voice echoed the warehouse.
Cleon slid open the door to Cowboy, Swan and Vermin, who puffed at a ciggerrette.
"He'll be there, he'll finish him."
They threw each other a nod, and continued back.

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Everybody pointed at Cleon's face, which was more sore than when he was punched.
Cowboy went to a table with Vermin.
Swan went with cleon to the bar,
"Two roons, good man!" Swan yelled to the bartender.
Cleon turned his stool, Killen was sitting down the bar.
With a small nod from under his fedora hat, Killen stood up and moved to another edge of the club.
What if I'm blamed? What if the job's done, but he get's caught, and he squels, then I'll be a no good person around here! these questions buzzed in cleon's mind so much that he actually tried to drink himself from thinking about them.
"You need to slow down, Cleon!" Swan warned Cleon who gulped beers.
The questions still buzzed, and so Cleon drank more, trying to keep his clouded mind on something 123456789 he counted over and over, trying to not think about it.
"People, Destroyers, calm down! Our leader is here!" Lemmy yelled into a microphone, him being buzzed as well.
"Here he is the man, the myth, the...the...Oh, yeah the legend. Virgil!"
Women screamed as he strolled on to the stage,
Men cheered in enthusiasim, gulping scotch into thier bodies.
Cleon turned to Killen who drifted close to the stage,
You have a chance, Cleon. Finish him, before he finishs him!
No, you must not, you ordered it, he punched you, cleon!
DO IT!
NO, DON'T!
More things buzzed in Cleon's mind after his fifteenth beer, he ordered the bartender to keep 'em coming, and with that, he made his final decison.

Killen pulled out a 44. and cocked it,
He aimed it square at Virgil,
Flicked off the saftey...and...
"NO!" Cleon yelled, Running and diving into Killen, whose pistol twirled in the air and was caught by Lemmy.
"What the hell?" Killen yelled.
Cleon's idenitity was [glow=red,2,300]glowing[/glow] he quickly punched Killen into a deep un-conciousnes.
"Cleon, you saved meh' life." Virgil walked down the stairs.
"I can only say one thing." Virgil said silently.
"MY LIFE DON'T NEED NO SAVING!" he punched Cleon in the same eye, who fell to the floor in pain.
"No that you made a scene in my nightclub...it's over. You're out! 3 stirkes, in Destroyer land. Take out the trash boys! Sam, Cleon, Cowkid, and Verman!"
"It's Cowboy, Swan, Vermin, and Cleon, idiot." Cowboy corrected.
"GO!"