Fan Fic Contest round 1: Baby Bear vs Warrior 9721

[nazzac]

Ok Boppers. I have done the name in the hat thing to draw the contestants out and you 2 are the ones i drew out .

The Rules are: You have to finish your story by the deadline and your story has to link in with your theme i give you. It can be as long as u like.

Ok. It's simple. now it's up to you.

The Theme title is: No Mercy

The deadline is Wednesday at 4pm British time.

Good Luck

[warrior9721]

Oh god!

I have to match up to Baby Bear!
NOOOOOO!
I'm gonna' lose!

BTW, nazzac, how long must it be?

[Baby Bear]

Oh god!

I have to match up to Baby Bear!
NOOOOOO!
I'm gonna' lose!

BTW, nazzac, how long must it be?

You might get lucky. I'm alittle rusty on my skills.

It can be as long as you want it.

[warrior9721]

Alright thanks.

[warrior9721]

I got to post it soon, probably when i finish the last chapter. that will propably by 10-10:30 here so...
so it would be 4-4:30 your time....12 hours before, sorry but i won't be home 4PM britosh time (10:00 AM) NJ time.

[warrior9721]

Not to triple-post...but Here's my story.

No Mercy

By: Warrior9721

For the fan Fiction Competition


Chapter1: Mercy, have mercy!

11:00 PM
The Party (Coney)

“Hey, Mercy?”  A new blood’s raspy voice said, under chuckles as Mercy walked from the hangout.
“Yeah?” Mercy turned around…another horrible pick up attempt.
The new blood chewed swiftly on Tobacco, as he examined her, head to toe. Turning back to his drunk friend and grinning.
“How bout’ you drop that skirt, I could use some a-”
“Screw off!” Mercy interrupted, turning away from the new blood and marching toward the Liquor store down the street to get more beers for the party.
“Why you gotta’ be like that girl? If there’s two thing a man needs its beer and-”
“A punch to the face. And that’s exactly what your getting if you don’t f****** back away, NOW!” Mercy growled fiercely, The tiger inside her was blind with rage. She was dead sick of stupid perverts trying to get her into bed. Did being Swan’s girlfriend even mean anything to them? But ever since Cleon, after getting out of the hospital, got back…They treated his rep like dirt.

“Oh. This beauties got some beast, Dave!” He yelled to his friend, who marched over.
“And what do we do to tame beasts?” His bushy eyebrows moved up and down rapidly.
Mercy pivoted, her back to the two of them, she marched towards the store.

Mercy heard footsteps of crappy converse shoes clopping on the poorly paved alley.
She hesitated, but turned back around right in time for Dave to a throw a slight punch, smacking her dead in the jaw. She twisted, groggily, and fell wondering just what hit her.
But she didn’t waste time, she forced herself up, only to see Dave standing over her limp body, a switch blade in his hand.
“Get…Down.” He said through his yellow slimy teeth.
Mercy gulped, keeping her head up.
“You heard me, Girl. Or this knife will be so far into your throat you’ll either s*** or go blind. Do you want that to happen, Mercy?”
Mercy’s breaths turned a sharp wheeze…she was so scared.
Her head trembled, she was frozen. But she managed to lower it back down, starring at the Star-less sky.
Where are you, Swan?

Chapter 2: No Bruises, or stabs
11:09 PM
The Warehouse (Coney)
 
“I swear to god, I won’t do nothin’, I’ll go and hide out with Sully again just let me go!” Mercy’s shrill screams filled the warehouse. Through tears and sweat, she couldn’t help but think what they were planning.
“Will you shut your mouth for a damn second!” Dave slapped a piece of duck tape across Mercy’s mouth. They were in the old Coney warehouse, a few blocks from the hangout which was currently booming with loud music.
Dave forcefully sat her down in an old folding chair, tying her hands with chains he found outside.
“It took you ten minutes to drive yeh’ here! Kickin’ and screamin’ the whole way. You lucky it wasn’t RJ that bringed yeh’ here. He woulda’ shanked yeh’ within two minutes!” Dave grinned sickly at Mercy’s tears.
“No...RJ’s at the bar gatherin’ local fella’s. Oh believe me, they all want they’re 5 minutes with you. Screamin’ or not. You the neighborhood hard-to-get, you know that? We gonna’ make cold cash with you...no doubt.”
Mercy tried to plead but there was no use, the tape had muffled her words into a slurred, alien type language.
Dave wiped his face clean of sweat with a rag, sitting down...his switchblade in his hands.
Mercy licked the tape desperately, making it not stick to her mouth anymore.
“Listen, I don’t know what I did wrong, but I’m sorry! If you just let me go, I’ll never show my face again, never!” Mercy’s heart pumped a hole in her chest, and she began to shake rapidly.
“I can’t do that.” Dave said, readying his duck tape roll again.
“You hillbilly f***!” Mercy screamed, “The only reason Swan brought you in is because you were nothing! A druggy with no money to his name...I listened to him talk about how you were nothing. Just a hick with no family, Well this is the city you Southern piece of ****! We give second chances once in a lifetime and your about to ruin yours if you don’t help me out of this chair right f****** now!”
Dave stood up, his face as red as a tomato, he stomped over to Mercy, dropping the tape and keeping the switchblade! Mercy just felt she had gone too far.
Dave came close to her, Mercy could smell the rotten stench of his dirty clothes. And his breath, like a can of dog food.
“News flash, b****! I’m four-months sober of coke, and I grew up in east harlem! And why don’t we both stop and take a walk down memory lane of old Mercy. You were a huge sex-toy in Tremont. Always followin’ Sully around like you were his dog! And then you layed eyes on a crew you hadn’t seduced into the sack yet! So you decided to follow us. And other than Swan, you hadn’t kept true to your s**** lifestyle and f***** the rest of us!”
Sweat poured like rain down Dave’s face his mind trembled with anger, and instead of slitting Mercy open...like he felt like doing. He cut her on the cheek, barely a knick wound.
“Dave!” They both heard a yell behind them.
RJ stood there, three rather older and large men behind him, a wad of cash lay folded neatly in RJ’s hand.
“Yeah, RJ?” Dave asked, his breaths, in different trembles.
“What were you doing with Mercy?” RJ asked, examining the cut on her eye as if she were a museum piece.
“She was being a bi-”
“Can I borrow your blade, Dave?” RJ interrupted, holding his hand out.
Dave nodded, fitting the blade in RJ’s palm. RJ stood gazing at Mercy head to toe, from the wound on her face, to the tears on her cheek.
Mercy’s fear was unbelievable, what would he do?!
In a flash, RJ turned to Dave, smashing him in the face with the handle of the blade, probably breaking Dave’s nose. RJ shoved Dave to the floor, blood pouring from his nostrils, Dave sat there, clinching his face.
“You know how much those men hate bruised fruit! I expected no mistakes after a decade of screw-ups! Guard the exit, give these men the time they payed for with the package.” RJ said firmly, handing a dizzy Dave his weapon, Dave darted back out side, turning back, a puzzled look on his face.
“So I’m a package now?!” Mercy boasted...the tears stopped coming and only harsh anger was left.
“And you,” RJ turned his attention to Mercy. “If you ever, EVER, try to talk back to me, or these men here, You won’t just get a knick next time. And as for Swan...Well you should face it, girl. Swan’s over at the hangout wasted, puking in the toilet, he doesn’t give a rat’s a** about you. So you should stop threatening.” RJ said, cracking his knuckles. “And even if Swan wasn’t in hangover mania right now,, and even if he cared about you, it wouldn’t mean nothing. Because he or Cleon ain’t the boss anymore.  After tonight, I am.” RJ veered away from Mercy, and towards the men.
“Be as rough as you want. There’s no mercy here.”

Chapter 3: Local Help
11:25 PM
Warriors Hangout (The Party, Coney)

Swan sucked back on a six-pack, Cleon sitting beside him, in a wheelchair due to the beating he sustained from the Riffs.
“I’m starting to think…She doesn’t want me, Cleon.” Swan said, burping up his last couple meals.
“Look at you…” Cleon said, his head rolling all over, “Even when drunk, you worryin’ bout’ her. You better…you better learn to enjoy…once in a lifetime parties like these.” He managed to say in between hiccups.
“Nah man…” Said Swan, getting up, dazed by the time of night, “I gotta’ find her…tell her I love her and all that s***.”
“Ain’t you the best BF a girl could have. Find her.” Cleon chuckled, wheeling away to join the other Warriors.
Swan walked outside, toward the Liquor store…that’s the last place she was heading.
Swan couldn’t help it, but his mind wandered to the true happiness in traveling thing Mercy always jabbered about…Maybe getting out of the Warriors wouldn’t be so bad, but that’s why he joined…A bored street kid with a knack for fighting! He’d give it a chance.

Suddenly, Swan tripped on something, twisting his ankle, he fell on one knee. Getting up, Swan looked beside him…A familiar pink high-heel lay there in the dirt. Mercy’s best pair of shoes…something was seriously wrong here. Wondering around in Coney with one high-heel? Swan stood up, searching with his eyes…

“You lookin’ for your gal’ ain’t you?” Swan heard a raspy voice from an alley to his left.
Swan spotted him, a beer bellied man with tattered clothes, sitting in a box.
“You! You took her!” Swan, half-drunken, threw a rather girly punch at the bum, which he immediately deflected.
“Easy now, boy. I don’t believe in rape, I wouldn’t do it.” The man held up two fingers, signaling a scouts honor.
“Rape? You old piece of scum…If you don’t tell me where she is I’ll-”
“I’m sure you’ll do something manly, Boy. Like kick the crud outta’ me…well. That ain’t happenin’, I’ll tell you…all you gotta’ do is spot me a 10.” The bum said, holding a hand out.
Swan muttered curses to himself as he got a 10 from his wallet, fitting in the dirty palm of the bum.
“Now where is she?” He asked,  an angry look on his face.
“Two of your boys took her, they chased her down an whipped her good. They took her in that warehouse. I think they usin’ her as they’re toys. dirt bags, ain’t got no respect for women.” The bum explained, folding the 10 neatly and sticking it in his front pocket.
Swan turned, walking towards the warehouse.
“Hey, boy!” The bum yelled from his position, hunched over.
Swan turned to him…a blank expression on his face.
“You best be careful, they some bad men.” The bum said, as he trudged towards the Liquor store, still giddy about the 10 he received.
Swan laughed to himself, continuing on to the warehouse.

Chapter 4: Knowing
11:43 PM
The Warehouse District (Coney)

Swan stalked a single warehouse, in which he saw Dave, standing there with a switch-blade in hand.
It was the one. He could sense it.
Though buzzed, Swan did his best to configure a way of getting to the head honcho of this…RJ.
It came to him, It had to be RJ.
Ever since the start of his term in the Warriors, RJ always hassled and teased Mercy…Swan let it go…he didn’t expect it to get this far.

Swan decided to play it cool, any suspecting and Mercy would be dead.
The anger inside him was burning like an oven…but he did his best to keep his cool.
He strolled towards it.
Dave stood up, his face showed he was scared s***-less.
“Dave, my man!” Swan exclaimed, inching his way toward the warehouse door.
“Uh…Swan…What’s-What’s up, Warchief?” Dave stuttered.
“Warcheif? I’m not in charge anymore, Dave.” Swan smiled.
“I still like to keep my respects to a man who gave me a second chance…a man like you.” Dave had to kiss a** if he were to get through this one.
Swan sighed, “Dave, I know RJ’s in there with Mercy, I know he has you under his spell. If you run now, you’ll be spared.” Swan said, easing Dave calmly.
Dave’s mouth dropped open, he wiped his bleeding nose wound.
“I-I can’t let you interfere, S-Swan.” Dave backed to over the door.
Swan stared with fire in his eyes towards Dave…
“S-Swan! I’m warnin’ you!” Dave gulped loudly, he rapidly blinked.
Dave struck with his blade to Swan’s neck, Swan caught Dave’s arm, twisting it back and kicking him forward onto the pavement.

“I gave you a chance, Dave.” Swan spit next to Dave’s fallen body.

Chapter 5: Midnight Fireworks.
12:00 AM
The Warehouse

Mercy’s tears dripped from her face to the floor  slowly.
The chains on her arms ached from being to tight, all she could see was saved images on her head…like a camera.
RJ walked in, a grin appeared on his face as he held the cash in his hands.
“You did good, Mercy. You didn’t interfere. The men in there were impressed those days as a hooker payed’ off…didn’t they?” RJ circled her, clinching the money in his hands.
“And will you guess what? Its my turn now.” RJ chewed on his tobacco inventively, looking down at Mercy with an even larger grin.

RJ un-did his belt quickly,
“Keep it on, RJ!” Swan growled, it seemed like he appeared out of mid-air.
“Swan!” Mercy said, lifting up her head, trying to break the chain hold, but they were too thick to penetrate.
RJ backed up, “How’d you get in here? Who told you?” RJ backed, switching his view from Swan to Mercy.
“You! You told him something didn’t you!” RJ charged for Mercy, putting his belt across her neck.
Swan was dead still.
“I should’ve known a new blood like you would do this.” Swan said…still.
“I’ll choke her, Swan! I will! She’s nothing to me, you hear me? NOTHING!” Sweat dripped from RJ’s pores.
“Why would you do this, RJ? Why?” Swan stood determine with words.
“You know damn why, Swan! I’m sick of it! Sick of you and Cleon running the gang. It’s my gang now and if I want to, I’ll do this!”
Out of his back pocket RJ pulled a Snub Nose .45 from his pocket, and put it to Mercy’s head.
“No!” Swan bolted for them, but alas, he was two late…RJ had pulled the trigger mere seconds before Swans impact.
Everything went sloe motion to Swan, he became dizzy…Mercy lay slung over in her chair…instead of tears dripping from her, blood did.
Swan’s eyes traveled to a ruthless RJ, cocking the gun and putting another bullet in, and aiming at Swan.
Swan was completely frozen, he wanted to move, he wanted to! But he couldn’t.

Suddenly, Dave sprinted to Swan’s aid. Tackling RJ, bringing him down to the ground.
And just like Dave had brutaly shoulder-plowed RJ, reality hit Swan, and he ran to RJ.
Dave was pounding on RJ’s face with bloody uppercuts blood and spit rushed from RJ’s mouth, nearly coating the pavement around them.
Dave shook with intent and obsessive hate for RJ,
Dave flicked out his switchblade, and held it high, waiting for it to plunge into RJ’s windpipe, making the final touch to finish off this beast…but he couldn’t do it.
Swan held Dave’s shoulder.
Though mad-drunk, Dave knew what Swan meant by the look.
He handed Swan the blade, And stood up, examining the battle scene he created from just a few punches.
Swan readied atop RJ, who sat, half-dead bleeding out all areas of his face.
Hesitating, he turned to Dave,
“You best look away.” He said, calmly.
Dave nodded turning his head from the crime scene.
“No Mercy.” Swan whispered as he shoved the blade inches into RJ’s throat, sliding the sharp-edge across the skin, and pulling it out.

The End.

[Baby Bear]

No Mercy

"How come? I mean they really had the f*ckin' nerves to do that to her! Why?"

Baby Bear, Leader of the Grizzilies mumbled in frustration and anger. Loooking straight at the monument that was in honor of his murderer girlfriend, Pandora.

Warchief, Sparrow stood next to his leader trying to cure him of his lose. Looking down at the wooden cross buried in the fertile dirt. The sky was gray. The clouds hued to black. A sudden sound of thunder vibrated the sky. Lightning shot as rain spewed from the heavens. Leaving the two ruffians drenched and cristened in dribbles of water.

Baby Bear looked up at the sky setting his hands inside the pockets of his black jean jacket with cutoff sleeves.

"Let's leave. We'll get sick out here. Ya gotta move on, man. I mean there are plenty other girls out there. Just suck it up like she was our other fallen soldiers. Sparrow replied looking at Bear's cheek and not making eye contact. Sparrow began rubbing water into his long black hair.

"I know. It's kinda like Orion when he died right there in my arms....you saw it. Pandora is important to me...I don't think it really make a difference now that she is gone." Bear responded not taking his eyes off the clouds that drooled rain onto his face.

"I know it's painful." Sparrow answered. He gently grabbed the warlords bare brown arm and pulled him into the hideout. Trudging through the mud coating their soles with rain and dirt.


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  Baby Bear sat on the couch looking at the T.V. Quiet and nonchalant he seemed. Red Pony, Tagger passed by Bear. He stood over his shoulder.

"I heard what The Lizzies did to Pandora. I guess they were jealous. Some of them I've seen were pretty damn ugly." Pony said.

Baby Bear looked at Red Pony.

"Yeah they cut her throat open. Bruised so badly. I wouldn't be a p*ssy and say I wouldn't wanna talk about it nor will I ignore it."

"Well take it easy. The Lizzies will have what's coming to them." Red Pony said as he pat Bear on his shoulder.


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Autosy room...

So many deaths.

A smell so displeasing.

The man examined the body of a female. A tag on her pretty pretty toe. The cadaver laid on the table covered in a blanket. Dr. Rivers. A perverted doctor. Had his share of excessive porn and sick pleasures. Looking at the pale white coprse drained of it's lifeblood. A throat with a line sewn from ear to ear.

Dr. Rivers studied the lifeless body. Slipping his hand under the blanket caressing the females breast with the palm of his hand.

Sick piece of sh*t.

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Bear was in the basement thinking on what could be done. Looking at a axe on the cold concrete floor. Him being a one man army against those withes of Bowery. It would be suicide, but it'll be worth it in the end if he dosn't end up with a bullet in his head or steel lodged in his throat.

He devised a plan.

[Baby Bear]

what the hell man!? I FINSIHED MY SECOND PART OF THE STORY AND IT'S NOT COMING UP! THE FIRST CHAPTER KEEPS COMING UP! WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Baby Bear]

"Oh yeah girl!" Starr, Lizzies Warlord cheered.

"I've been wanting to kill a b*tch for the longest!" Amelia responded with a smile on her face. She was a new blood.

"We don't have to worry about anything girls because those pussy Grizzilies ain't gonna do nothin' about it but whine!" Sweety, Warcheif chimed in.

"Now all you have to do is turn a trick. Just one." Sweety mentioned.

Amelia began chugging her beer. The cold glass beverage in her palm. She put it aside. "Ok then. I'm ready."

"Speakin' of trick. I just called him up now. He's outside waitin' for you." Starr announced. For protection she gave Amelia a switchblade.

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Baby bear was in his black 1975 lincoln cadillac. Parked across the street from the apartment where the Lizzies called home. He looked out his window to see another car pull up in front of the apartment. Bear stashed his derringer revolver inside his black jean vest. He peered over at the axe in the passenger seat. He then looked back out his window to see a girl getting in the car.

The car took off. Bear knew that girl had to be part of the Lizzies crew. He followed.

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Amelia looked over at the man. "Well what's your name?"

The man looked over at her." My name is Jonathan Rivers."

"Oh ok. Any job you work?"

"Work at a morgue. Just got a dead chick in there the other day. Her neck slashed open. Bruised her so badly. Man, too bad for her!" he answered without sympathy.

Amelia imediately knew that she was responsible for that. She didn't want to mention it to Jonathan.

Jonathan kept driving and went into a huge alleyway. Capable of fitting two cars inside. Setting them side by side.

A peculiar vehicle parked behind them. The headlights shone brightly.

Jonathan looked back."Who is that the cops?" he kept trying to make out who was in the cadillac.

Amelia heart started pumping faster. Maybe her initiation process has gone sour.

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Baby bear got out the car. His axe hidden within his jacket. His derringer stashed within the pockets. He approached the car. Looking down at Jonathan in the drivers side.

"Hello, sir." Bear stated.

"Hi?"Jonathan looked up at Bear." Any probelm officer?"

"No, sir!" Baby bear smirked. He slowly put his hand into his jacket and produced the axe he has long waited to use.

The male was in fear when he saw the weapon. The handle of the axe was violently stabbed in Rivers face. Breaking the bridge of his nose and bruising cartiledge. He fell over in his seat screaming.

Amelia witnessed it. She was struggling to get out the car. Screaming. Yelling. She open the car door and fell on the ground.

"You ain't goin' anywhere b*tch!" Baby bear muttered. He climbed the roof of the car.  He jumped to his feet and tackled Amelia as she was ready to get up and run.

"C'mon you like it rough." Bear screamed in her face. Pinning her down so she won't move.

She spit in his face.

"Oh your a nasty little girl. Ya know what? I'm gonna f*ck you up. I'm gonna f*ck you so hard! You'll bleed." Baby bear whispered in her face. He stood upon and swung the axe in her ankle. Breaking bones beyond repair. Splitting the skin open.

She yelped in pain.

Baby bear kept hacking away at her leg. He suddenly stopped to take a look at her crying eyes. He raised the axe above his head and brought it down with force. Strking her in the face. Severing her skull. Blood stained the axe as well as the murderers face. He pulled the axe from out her face. Destroyed beyond recognition.

Red substance dripped from the weapon as Bear walked towards the car to encounter Jonathan. He was still in the seat crying. The sufferer pulled his hands from out of his face and saw the ruffian standing front of him with the axe.

"Please don't hurt me. Please."

"Don't worry. I just wanted to let you know that you were here on the wrong day. At the wrong time." Bear said in a soft voice.

He quickly produced his deringer revolver. Fully loaded. Pointing it to the man. Pulled the trigger. The bullet released from the chamber. Striking the man in the face. Obliterating skull. Lacerating flesh and whatnot. Brain matter covered interior of the car.

Bear walked off. Before he got back into his car. He took a picture of the maimed female. A lifeless cadaver.

He got into his car. The axe in the passenger seat. His derringer stashed in the dashboard. That night his heart was black like the sky. His heart was cold like the breeze. He had no mercy.

[nazzac]

Ok, i've decided to let u both through. The reason is that hardly anyone has posted, so it was a bit of a screw up. U both advance which means there is a triple threat in the next round.