Well here's my penultimate chapter. Not really much to say, except it is pretty long, but it's mostly violence, so hopefully it's not too boring. Hope you enjoy, and I'll try and get the final chapter up tomorrow. 8)
August 25, 1979
7:19 pm
We ended up waiting for seven hours. I stood in front of the large window looking out onto the street in front of the hangout. The guys got restless, and my eyes hurt from staring at the same road for such a long period of time, but when I first saw the Mothers I knew it had been worth it. They had brought one hell of a team with them, and looked pretty armed. I had sent of a group of my most trusted men earlier to round up any Saracens on patrol or in the joints, and almost everyone was accounted for.
Lets move. I said simply, before breaking away from the group and heading towards the hangout exit. The guys followed in rank order, and I couldnt help but feel that these Mothers had been slowly meeting up over the last few hours the team was way too big to have come down on the subway altogether, as there was probably around 150 men down. Add in a 20-man support team from the JSBs and they matched our 170-strong army. I had my knuckle dusters on, and also that knife in my pocket. I hoped to God I wouldnt have to use it; I hate knives. I hate guns too. Blunt trauma beats everything for me; give me a baseball bat over a machete or a revolver.
The Mothers had noticed us coming out of the hangout and stopped halfway down the street, fronted by Tiny and Spider. I led my Saracens until we were around 10 yards away from the SMs, before calling for a halt.
Well what a coincidence, Spider chuckled. On the same night the Jones Street Satans are born, the Saracens are gonna be wiped out. Lets get em, Satans!
Lets do it! I muttered determinedly, before charging into the Mothers. Being at the front of the group, Tiny was the first to swing for me, but he was big and his swing was slow, so I ducked underneath it and slammed shoulder-first into the rest of the Satans. I knocked a large number of them down, but stumbled myself and found myself on top of the pile, fighting fists and boots to climb back to my feet. I threw a right hook in the direction of one of the still-standing Mothers surrounding me, before hitting another with a roundhouse kick in the temple. Both of these guys went down, and I span around, before getting punched in the face.
I thought my knuckle dusters were handy, but this guy had a length of chain wrapped around his knuckles, which completely destroyed my face. I went down and boots began raining down on me. I was managing to avoid a lot of these kicks, but they were so many Mothers around me that for every one I dodged, three hit me. Slowly, however, these boots began fading away, and I was able to get back to my feet. I wanted to look for my saviour but my view was severely obscured by the blood coming from the wounds on my face, and my eyes were narrowed.
You okay, man? I recognised the voice, and definitely recognised the face as he brushed the blood out of my eyes: it was Mouse. He had ignored by advice, but he had just saved my life, so I wasnt too upset. As soon as my view was a little better I nodded, and he smiled before turning around and getting stuck into the fight. I broke through the crowd until I was near the pavement and the crowd was less dense, before grabbing a guy and slamming his head against the wall. Blood spurted all over the wall, me and the guy, but I didnt care. I grabbed another Mother that a Saracen was punching, before throwing him through the window of a nearby DIY store. I kicked the guy in the temple as I walked past to make sure he wasnt getting up again, before grabbing a spade hanging from the wall.
I then stood at the single broken window and batted away any Mothers trying to get in, only allowing the Saracens inside to get tooled up. When the store was filled with Saracens holding new shiny weapons, I headed back out into the main brawl. I kicked one Mother in the stomach to knock him down to his knees, before driving the end of the spade into his neck. I pulled the spade out as the guy collapsed to the side, dead, before swinging the butt of the wooden handle backwards and catching another SM in the gut. This winded him, so I leaned across and headbutted him to knock him down. I then hit a Satan so hard in the temple with the head of the spade that it fell off and I was left with just the wooden handle, which I used a final time on a Mother that was trying to get to his feet.
The DIY store was serving the Saracens well, and with so many packed Saracens running around the crowd was dwindling and the fight was drawing to a close. I searched through the crowd for Mouse, and found him after helping Nate lay out a rather large Mother. Mouse was just beating down on Spider, and as the Mothers co-leader dropped to the floor Mouse turned and gave me a smile. I gave him a nod but then Harrys face appeared beside Mouses like a ghost, and Harry looked directly at me as he raised a knife and pushed it into Mouses neck. I tried to yell out, but I wasnt fast enough, and the last thing Mouse saw before he fell to the floor with blood spurting from his neck was my mouth turning from a smile into an O shape. I took a step towards Mouse and Petey, but was jumped on by a large Mother. After a group of Saracens pulled him off of me and began beating on him, I realised it was the ironically-named Tiny.
I ignored the beating and ran over to where Mouse lay dying. I wasnt going to kid myself, I knew that he was losing a lot of blood and would die even if I hailed a cab right now and got him to Bensonhurst hospital within a few minutes. I lay on Mouses stomach and cradled his head as tears rolled down my face. I wasnt just crying for Mouse, I was crying for everyone. In the last week all 170 Saracens had lost at least one who was close to them, and I had just lost mine.
that makes me so sad and i cant help but feel sorry for edge and his wife.. and i am so sad about it coming to a close becos this story has bin truly amazing to read and i just love it!! 
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