Leaving....

[Honey Lips Soldier]

LIPPY kind of said what needs to be... Ill repeat it because its often nice to hear nice things twice..
*ahem* yess, you write everything clearly and it's very easy to imagine, it's descirptive enough to let us see everything there.
Also, I had tears in my eyes while reading this, which gives you bonus points.
Peace out xox

[cowboy rules]

Finally we reached Coney Island, and I woke Sandy up to lead him off the train. His feet shuffled along the ground, his face with no expression in it at all. He was like a zombie. His face was as white as a ghost and it , surprisingly, showed no emotion at all. I stepped onto the platform. There was a cold wind sweeping through, making me shiver. I looked around. So many memories came flooding back to me. I remembered back to That Night. The relief we felt stepping off the train. Now it was the complete opposite. I told Sandy to take me to his parents' house in a toneless, feeble voice. He never even replied or showed any signs of aknowlegment, but lead me through the streets of Coney until we came to the house. It was nicer than most of the houses in Coney , on the other side from the gang headquarters. I stopped in front and so did Sandy.

".....Whos gonna tell them?" He asked me, still staring straight forward, no emotion in his face.
"I dunno....you think you can handle it?" I asked. I felt bad putting the strain on the kid but it was his parents and his brother.
"Yeah.....yeah I'll manage. What are you gonna do?" He asked me, a little bit of expression coming back into his voice.
"Maybe visit the guys , see how they're getting on. Then I'll have to go back and see if the cops........never mind. Gimme a call later ok?" I asked him.

He turned to me, with a distraught look on his face, his eyes becoming moist. Then he grabbed me , pulling me into a hug. I held him close and heard him sobbing into my stomach. "Thank you James" He said as he let go of me and entered his house. A lonely feeling crept into my body as I turned and went over to the hangout to see the guys. After all, they were still my friends.

When I reached the hangout I actually managed a smile. But then I felt guilty. How could I smile at a time like this? I walked towards the building and stared at it for a minute. It felt like years since I'd been there. After a minute I went over and climbed the stairs toward the door. There was a boy , maybe only 17, standing guard.

"Hey, no entry pal" He said
"I'm a friend, let me in" I said in a grim voice.
"Dont try and tell me what to do! You aint gettin' in here man , so beat it" He said , trying to sound tough.
"Look, I know the Warriors better than you or anybody punk , so let me in before I wreck you..." I replied
"What you say to me?" He said , as I advance onto the little landing.
"You heard me , move, or I'll smash your [bad word deleted]in' face in son" I grunted, getting angrier.

He swung for me , going for my nose. I ducked , and in one swift punched rattled his jaw with a hard hook. He flew back and crashed through the door. I heard  few 'What the hell's before I stepped into the doorway. A few of the , what I presumed to be, newer Warriors who must have joined in the few days that I'd left, stood up and were about to charge at me. Then from the back I heard a voice shouting.

"Stand down Warriors! Hes an old friend, one of The Nine!" The voice said. Some of the newbloods looked at me in awe.

"My, my ......Cowboy. It aint even been a week and you're already back" Cochise said, emerging from the back with a great smile on his face.
"I gotta tell ya somethin' bro....." I said , my heart dropping at having to tell the news to another person.
"....Okay, come on into the back. Rem , Vermin and Snow are in there" He said to me
"What about Swan?" I asked "Did he take off after all?"
"Nah, hes down at the beach with Mercy , he was pretty down when you left, you were a good soldier" Cochise told me. It never made me feel any better.

We entered the back room and I exchanged greetings with the guys. They seemed to be somewhat.....distached from the rest of the Warriors.

"So what did you wanna tell us?" Cochise asked
"Uh.....I dunno how to tell you guys this but.....do you remember Chuck.....Chuck Brown?" I asked
"Yeah I remember , solid bopper, always carried that blade?" Vermin asked
"Yeah.....well...hes dead. He got shot" I told them , forcing the lump in my throat away.
"Oh my god.....who by?" Snow asked
"Anton Marrinelli, the mobster , its a long story , basically it was over some money. I thought I oughta tell you guys seeing as I was here" I said. I could see the expressions on their faces darken. They felt it too.
"Man thats bad..." Rem said. Just then one of the newblood came in.
"Cochise, we better leave for the train now, weve to be at Bensonhurst in an hour" He said
"What goin' on?" I asked
"Theres a turf war with the Saracens and the JSB's , but weve started contendin' for turf outside Coney. Not only that , those Saracens sounded some of our boys last night so were gonna teach 'em a lesson. Say......how about one last rumble? We could use some extra help" Cochise said to me. It was no time for a rumble. I guess they never felt the way I felt about Chuck's death. I couldn't bring myself to bop in a time like that.
"Nah, I'm gonna take off. Maybe I'll see you guys again sometime" I said. They accepted my decision and we said goodbye. It was quite an emotional goodbye, they all hugged me and wished me luck. Right at that moment, I wished I had never left , never taken off. But it was probably the best in the long run.

Once I left I went back to my little apartment. I lay down on the bed, exausted after the day. The train ride made me even more tired. I fell asleep instantly , thoughts firing about my head faster than ever before.




Cheers again guys, really the feedback is appreciated greatly. Some more would be great  And if you think theres anyway I could improve it , please tell me 

[anto]

This is honestly one of, if not the best, fan fics i've read.  Post more soon! One question though, just out of curiosity, do you have the whole story planned out or are you making it up as you go?

[cowboy rules]

This is honestly one of, if not the best, fan fics i've read.  Post more soon! One question though, just out of curiosity, do you have the whole story planned out or are you making it up as you go?

Thanks alot man , it means a lot. And as far as your question goes, its kinda a little bit of both. I have a slight idea of what I wanna happen , but I kinda make it up as I go along. 

[Ajax_41]

Man,this IS the best fan fic.Its like reading a book!Great job

[Sleeping Dragon]

you said it!keep it up!

[cowboy rules]

The few days went by as a kind of blur. Hell , the next few weeks did too. I tried to block out Chuck, Sandy, The Warriors, everything that had happened , and just get on with it. It worked for about a day but after a while memories of it came flooding back to me. I lost sleep because I was dreaming about Chuck, replaying his death over in my mind a thousand times. I'd lost a lot of wieght after a couple of weeks because I basically stopped living after Chucks death. Now I , of all people, should have known that you cant stop living after someone dies. I'd learnt that in the gang, seeing as a few soldiers had been killed in rumbles. When I tried to get over Chuck dying, more thoughts about the gang came back. I wanted to go back so much , after all they were pretty much the only family I had. But then all I thought about was if they would let me back in , would they blame me for Chuck, should I be moving on with my life and becoming 'normal'. Most of all though, I thought that I could end up like Chuck if I went back. I could easily be killed in a rumble or anything else. It confused and stressed me thinking about , too many thoughts in my head. Sometimes I found myself talking aloud, not really to myself, but not to anyone in particular. Sometimes I spoke about Chuck, things that happened in my bopping days, Sandy, and sometimes just general stuff. Sometimes I never even realised I was doing it. Then one day I snapped.....I couldnt take it anymore....I broke down.

It started like normal days, getting up , missing breakfast , listening to the radio for hours on end, then going to work in the bar. Work was normal too really , except for these five guys who caused so much of an uproar we had to throw them out. After work I stayed behind to clean up then went home about seven. I got home and fell to the couch. It was then I realised no one had heard of Chucks death. The landlord must have just threw his body away. I found myself thinking about Chuck , the gang , Sandy, Anton Marrinelli and all the past events. Warm tears started trickling down my face this time. Suddenly I screamed and bawled , shoving my face into the coushin. I grabbed a glass on the side table and shattered it off the wall. I began shouting to the air , not to anyone really, just shouting.

"WHY!? WHY THE FUCK DOES THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME!? WHAT HAVE I DONE WRONG!? HUH?! CHUCK......CHUCK TALK TO ME" I screamed "IT COULD HAVE BEEN ME THAT DIED! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME THAT DIED MAN , YOU HAD TO MUCH TO LIVE FOR" My voice lowered after that "YOU HAD.......You had too much......"

By then I was kneeling down crying. I lay down and fell asleep on the floor , sobbing.

I woke up about 10 oclock and stood up. What had happened? I couldnt believe it had happened. I sat down , thinking again. Then I realised something. I had to go back. I had to go back to Coney. I needed the guys , my friends, my family. They would keep right, after all, I couldnt bawl in front of them , you just didnt do it. I got up and decided to leave straight away. I packed my bags and went to the trai n station to catch a late train. For some reason I felt better now. I was getting things sorted and I could be myself again. I guess I just needed that break , that fit to get me to realise what had to be done. I only had one worry.......What if they never let me in?

[LIPPY]

Yeeeeaaahh! Cowboy got his head together and is goin' back to the C.I.!



They BETTER let him in!

Good stuff, good stuff.

[adam88]

yes, I miss this.  Its about time lol. It was put together real nicely.

[papa arnold]

whoa man you getting this story right i love it i haave read it all the way through and i loved every last word kepp goin please i want to read more dude

[Sleeping Dragon]

ditto!

[cowboy rules]

I sat on the rumbling train as if flew towards Coney thinking about what I would say to the guys. 'Hey , can I join back up?'.......no, too up front. 'Hey guys...I know I left but I really wanna come back'.....not that either, too desperate. I guess I would just have to wait and see what happened. Finally the train came to a halt at Stillwell Avenue and I stepped out into the warm , familiar surroundings. I had a look around and again felt that feeling of relief we felt when we stepped of the train after Cyrus was killed. It all seemed so long ago, it was hard to believe it had only been about 2 weeks. A slight drizzle came on as I made my way towards the hangout. I was hoping Swan or Vermi or someone would answer, I really didnt want to have to stomp a stupid kid again, that would really help my cause. I could here the amusements in the distance as I veered round the corner and the hangout came into my sights. I was home. I looked it up and down , feeling satisfied with myself. It was then I realised that I'd done the right thing. Chuck was dead.....the first time I had a real, single best friend and he had died. I understood now. It was different with the gang, we were all one , if someone was killed it had an impact on all of us and we were there for each other, with Chuck I as on my own except for Sandy. Thats how it was so hard for me to accept. I accepted it now, sure I missed him, but there was nothing I could do. If someoe dies you cant stop living. Thats what I told myself.

I walked towards the hangout , a little faster now. My heart started racing for some reason. I was nervous. I knew they would accept me......but what if they never? I was on my own again. Could I handle that? I decided to find out. I walked up to the door and knocked on it hard. Rembrandt answered the door, much to my relief.

"Hey Cowboy! Guys its Cowboy!" He shouted. I heard a muffle noice inside then Vermin and Cochise came walking over.
"Yo Cowboy , come on in man!" Cochise said. I walked in and looked around. The Warriors turned and looked at me and Swan stood up in the middle. I felt so out of place for some reason.
"Cowboy.....nice to see you again" He said in a cool, quiet voice "What brings you back home?" He asked. That made me feel better. Home. It soothed me a bit.
"Well I uh......I was wondering...if..." I stuttered
"If you cold join again?" He finished my question
"Um....yeah" I said
"Well.......Normally I would make anyone wanting to join undergo an initiation. But then again, most people cant fight against all the top teams in the city all night with a hundred thousand peple looking for you......most people cant outrun a bus.....or survive the night of hell we did. So as far as I'm concerned.......you're always welcome here brother" He said with a smile on his face. I smiled too and walked towards him. Then he grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. I had never saw Swan like that before. I must have meant a lot to him. I heard a few 'Yeah's and 'Cowboys back'. It was over. Chuck was gone......but I was home. I had my family back.

Done guys  Feedback please!!

[papa arnold]

omg thats a brillaint story man im glad you finished

[Warriorfan54321]

now that was awesome

[the wigan warrior]

Those last 2 chapters were AMAZING! I loved the little 'reunion' part.. You realy are talented mate, I wish i could write like you can.

I don't think i will ever see Cowboy as a boring character ever again, you have changed my whole opinion on him.. |Congratulations n finishing you fan fic, its by far the best i have ever read. Well done mate, you are destined for great things.