Ajax's Tale [explicit at some parts]

[Ramsey]

Riverside Park.

"This guy tough or what?" asked one of the cops. "Yeah, this guy's tough. Let's go toughguy." said the other officer. Ajax had handcuffs on now and was sitting in the back of a police cruiser. He gave the woman officer one last glare before he was sat down in the back of the car. It drove off through Riverside Park. Ajax was sweating heavily and was pissed off. "You f**kin' pigs. If I ever get out of these cuffs I'll--" "Shut up!" yelled the pigs in the front. He kicked the car door. "Hey, tough guy, your already going in for trying to rape one of our officers, and I don't think Vandalism will go well with that report." yelled one of officers. "Awww, f**k you!" Ajax shouted back. The 2 minute car ride through the park seemed to take hours. All Ajax could do was kick the car door, hopefully enough that it will fall off. "Alright, scum! I warned your a--" CRACK!. A baseball had hit the windshield, hard. Then another, and another. Admist the pelting, the officers had to communicate. "Can you see the perps?!" they yelled. And then they could. In front of the car, a tall, muscular man wearing all black and having what looked like 2 bats tied together appeared, along with 5 other soldiers. Ajax looked on. "Those clowns!" he yelled. The cops radioed for help. "HQ! We got a 10-43 in Riverside Park! Dispatch a unit! We need back-up!" Ajax recognized them as those baseball freaks that they bopped with. The policemen got out of the car. They took out the mace. "Freeze! Hold it right there!!" The Pig sprayed the tall one with mace, but it seemed to have no effect. He took a swing, and the rumble was on. Back-up units wouldn't come for atleast three minutes, and Ajax saw this as his chance to escape. He pursisted kicking the door and it practically fell off its hinges. He sneaked up some nearby stairs, cuffs still on, and thought to himself, 'Where the f**k is everyone?'


Can you tell me what you thought of it please?

[cowboy rules]

its great! please write more

[Ash-Mckean]

Great stuff, write more

[Zen444]

I'm sorry to say... that this was the only good fan fiction on this site.

[Ramsey]

Haha thanks guys.... I'm not that great at writing, but I try. Ok, here we go.

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Harlem, Manhatten. The Boppers Turf.

  He had to walk a ways, obviously, to get in Harlem.  Ajax had no idea where he was going from here, and he didn't know if he would stumble into the wrong gangs turf. "F**kin' broads. I shoulda just gone with Swan 'n them." He thought to himself. Upon coming to 125th street, Ajax sawa huge burner saying 'Boppers'. "The Boppers? Those wimps that wear purple and dance?" Ajax squirmed in his cuffs. Even though they obviously had the advantage, what with him in cuffs, Ajax wanted more of a challenge. All he wanted was action, either from women or brawling. He kept walking up a dark alley, and then saw a few Boppers in a big circle. One was wearing gold, and telling the others some sort of story. "....I'm still not sure what he was saying." Another one started. "He was talking about joining every gang in the city. Just when the thing got good, some Warrior asshole shot the dude!" The Bopper who was talking before started talking again. "The Riffs want them, wasted or alive. They asked everyone under the network to look for them. Everyone's pullin' scout tonight! If those Warriors pass through here, I'm gonna bust a groove on there asses so hard, it'll send them back to that cesspool Coney Island!" A few of them started getting pysched up about this. "Haha, them mother[bad word deleted]ers ain't leaving Harlem tonight!" All Ajax could do was sit and listen. He kept squirming about, trying to get a firm hold of a shard of glass. "What are these pussies talkin' about?! We didn't kill no one!" thought Ajax, with fury. It made him clench the shard tighter, so tight until it make his hands bleed. "They think they can keep me down? Those boppers have never met a Warrior, then!" The pain was almost too much, even for Ajax. It felt as if the glass was going to just slice right through his fingers. With one last slice, the chain connecting the cuffs fell right off. His hands were free. "Can't hold Ajax down, mother[bad word deleted]ing pigs!" He said outloud.

    He looked around and climbed up a nearby ladder in the shadows. He could still remember that speech Cyrus said, and some certain lines were flowing through his head. "Can you dig it?!" "Our TURF. Our little piece of TURF." "One gang. One gang could rule this city." He snicked. "What a load of horse[bad word deleted]." Once he was at the top of the building, he instantly remembered he had been here before, with The Fox, a long time before he was a Warrior. They had robbed some things from the old gang in Harlem, The Harlem Kings. They ripped off $1000 worth of loot from the Hangout, which was a risky thing to do, considering you didn't have a gang backing you if you got into trouble. He sneaked along the rooftops, behind a big billboard, where he saw another burner, and a half-empty spray can. He smirked, and remembered Cleon's words, "I want everyone to know that The Warriors were there". He made a huge 'W' over it, and looked at his work. "Heh, not as good as Picasso, but I'll get better." He jumped over to the next rooftop, were he saw 2 scouts stationed. He hid behind a huge ventilation duct, and listened. "So whats the story? Some sucka got shot?" asked one of them. Ajax picked up a rather large stone and threw it on the other side of the rooftop. "What was that?!" asked one, as he ran over to investigate. Ajax snuck up behind one of them. He snapped there feet, and gave a rather forceful punch in the stomach to him as he fell  leaving him out of breath. Just to make sure, he kicked in again in the gut. The other looked back. "Its the Warriors! Everyone! The Warriors are here! THE WARRIORS ARE HERE!" He jumped off the rooftop and ran through the streets like a 5 year old. "That cat's gone to get reinforcements. Better start haulin' ass." Ajax looked around, and saw the subway quite a distance away. He picked at his cuffs for a second, thinking how he'd get over there. "Warrior, I'ma lay a groove on you so bad that you gonna never seen Coney again!" yelled one of the 3 guys that were on the roof with him. "Eat [bad word deleted] assholes!" He reached into his pocket as if he had a weapon, and they covered and backed out. Instead of a weapon, he threw some lint and ran like hell. "He's probably going to the train station! Get every soldier up there and stop him!"

    About 30 of those guys started running after Ajax by now. "[bad word deleted]! I must have about 30 of them on my ass!" He ducked out of the way into an alley, and ran across the Black Cat. The train would come for a minute or two, and they'd probably have the place locked tight by then. He hid in the shadows of the stairs, but they found him. About 100 soldiers came and made a circle around  him. From behind him, came a big man. "So your the famous Warriors, I see. The Riffs want you guys dead. I don't see why we should spare your worthless life, murderer." said the big fat man. "Nothin' but a bunch of hypocrites! How many guys have you killed in you wasted in your life time, tubby? Or did you just eat them all?" Despite the numbers, Ajax couldn't resist burning this guy. "Come on, you wanna bop cocky?" He took off his jacket. Ajax had a plan as he saw the train coming in. "Let's do it, fatty." Ajax went over and gave the guy a few shots in the face, but he just kicked Ajax back. "Argh!" yelled Ajax. He went over, and kicked both of the fat mans feet. That tub-a-lard came down with a force. He must of shook the ground all the way to Gramercy. Ajax, focusing all his strength, gave the guy a push and he went rolling. As planned, the force sent some of the Boppers down, or out of the way. Ajax pushed through the last one, and was on the stairway, sprinting up the stairs. "Hold the godamn train!" He yelled. This brang back two memories earlier that night, of running from the AC's and running from those Orphan wimps. Nonetheless, he made the train, just like the before instances. The train took off seconds after got in, leaving the Boppers behind in Harlem. He sat down, not very happy. If every gang is looking for The Warriors, he would be hunted too. "Hehe Boppers.... [bad word deleted]ing A." he said under his breath, wondering where this train would take him.

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whoa. long time to write, like 1 hour. Oh well. What else is there to do on Sunday? Hope you enjoy it. Sorry if it wasn't what you guys expected.

[ajax1234]

That is so cool your a great writer so please carry on.

[Sleeping Dragon]

Awesome,man!!

[Ramsey]

thanks. ill write some more later.

[BryanDeth316]

Yeah you gotta write some more. Or get in touch with me, I intend on doing some writing for fan fics also.