Edge's Story

[warrior9721]

If you read: Sarecen's Story and played the game you'd know this one.


God, them JSBs been on my nerves lately...
They're hitting us silently, on Fridays, when our patrol men are as brain-dead as the bums, and our stores
(Richie's Danish bakery, Julianne's Diamonds, Kyle's clothing, and our dealers.)
were un-guarded, we already lost one to a couple of molotov cocktails this month...as well as three of our soliders went missing on patrol. And now, we find our hangout thrashed...everything Klien hid, was now in thier grubby little fingers, and everything they couldn't carry, was in a pile...kicked to death.
They're ruining our name. Before, we got everything, a rep, a will, a way...only to be burned by the rich kids.
I was ready to get 'em back...get 'em back GOOD.
Just as soon as something opens up...and it will. It will.

The Radio started playing Joe walsh's "In the city."
After, the DJ's smooth voice came on, everyone listened:
"okay, Boppers. You best stay out of Harlem to night, Babies. It seems that a train was derailed, and none other than Big more was apparently behind it...more reports soon.
Down near JSB turf, they report to us, with news that stunns you from the inside. It seems they guarrentee us, The Sarecens, are going to be gone by the end of this week...once again, all we have is a quote, no info, yet.
And last but most definatly not least, the Coney Island Warriors have been puttin' thier Blood red name on the map...Muggings, Taggings, and beatings have been taught by these muscle...ers, they seem to pop up whereever a bash goes down, which increases thier rep, ten fold.
That's it for tonight, heres a tune to enjoy...adious."
"The warriors, huh?" Bean asked from his weights, in the corner.
"Yeah, they seem to be up there." aggreed Klien.
"They on the Riff's network?" I asked Klien, who knew pretty much everything, his job as Scout rubbed off on him.
"No, I don't think so at least, they need to pull up they're rep up if they're gonna' be in that meeting, quick."
"Give's me an idea." i said.
"I know what your thinking, Warlord. It isn't a good idea...hiring another gang for a ticket in to the meeting?"
"It'll solve this JSB problem we've had since the truce was off."
"No, it won't, if they screw up, the JSBs ll' find that we used 'em...you might as well bring our rep down to the bakery, and have Richie fry it to a crisp."
"Yeah, but if they win...The dirty cops will be gone, if we set them up, and the rich-kids will be in for a three-year-er in jail!"
"uh-uh, no way, Edge. I've let you do some crazy **** before...but hire a gang who isn't even big enough to catch Cyrus's attention? Crazy, Warlord. Crazy."
"I'm sorry, Klien. I didn't hear you. oh yeah, I'm the Warlord, i brought you, Jake, Bean, Donnie, Jonny, Jakel, and any other punk who joined into a name that spread across NYC like wildfire. You know how? I took risks, i killed people, i died inside, so you can wear that tank-top, I did hire others to do my dirty work, it paid off, and if you're looking to ***** out of our operation, Fine...but do me a favor, stop thinking just because you follwed my footsteps, doesn't mean you're my right hand who decides everything, got that?"
no answer.
"I said, Klien DO YOU GOT THAT?"
"Crystal Clear, Warchief." he said through his teeth.
"good, now Donnie, take Jakel and Pat and hoove it to Coney...tell Cleon if they flush out the Jones Street boys, we can get 'em invited to the Riff's bash, got it?"
Donnie nodded, and headed out the door.
I turned, Klien had vanished.
"Great, where the hell did he go?" i asked.
"Out." Bean said.
"Where?"
"How should i know, he took his blade, i gotta' asume it's bad, good, okay."
"****, I may of lost the stubborn kid, oh well. I'm getting rid of those Cop-paying, hangout wrecking, Rich kid, *****!"
I couldn't wait to see them squirm.

Okay, I will add more soon. In the mean time, plz post comments, and more importantly, TIPS.
Thanks, Guys.
Your Fan fiction writer (Applause), Warrior9721.  8)

[warrior9721]

Jakel ran in,
"Warlord, Cleon excepted...on a condittion."
"A condition? I'm doing a favor for him, he's not doing one for me!"
"It's a mear favor." Jakel explained
"Okay...what mear favor, Jakel?"
"If Cleon doesn't come down...alotta' ****'s been in thier direction."
"Who then?"
"Two Lts....uhhh, Cochiese and...."
"Well?"
"Cowboy! Cochese and Cowboy are coming."
"That's not a favor you idiot! I send brain-dead Lts. to do my dirty-work all the time! Like you!"
"Hey!"
"You know what I mean, Jakel."
"Yeah...no, but it doesn't matter, I got some clubs to hit!"
"The Black-cat?"
"No...Golfing, see you."
he ran out the door.
"Golfing? What the ****?" Jake said from his weights.
"I have to hand it to ya', Warlord. You find some...akward people out there."
"Oh, Like you?" I asked,
"Yeah...like me."
"But Jakel's a good earner, he hasn't brought me any screw-ups yet...Much like you and Klien have."
"I told you, Edge it was a mista-"
"Save your breath god know's i wouldn't even listen."
"Funny, Warchief...Funny." Muttered Jake as he lifted the weights up and down.
"THis JSB problem will be solved by...three hours by now."
"When are they comin'?"
"in a half-an hour, we gotta' meet 'em by the Train station, you wanna' come with?"
"Always." he said.
Suddenly the report came on,
"Hey, there boppers! In Harlem today, The Boppers have been shut-down off thier winning streak by Cracker-jack and his Carazy Hi-Hats! In China town, Ghost's Lts. finished up Van Cortland Rangers on the sub-way...business is tuff, Boppers! And the only way you gonna' make it out there is puttuin' your mark down...but watch your backs...you never know what will come...adios."
Her smooth voice put me in  a deep/heavy sleep...

"Warlord, wake the **** up!" Jake yelled,
My eyes opened instantly,
Pat and Jake were waiting,
"It's time to meet your boys, Edge." Jake yelled.
I scrambled up and threw on my sneakers, we walked down to the station...JSBs littered the streets, normaly, if i were alone, they'd most definatly jump me, but with Jake the smartest in our crew, and Pat the scariest, they're too scared to look at me...that's how i liked it,
On the way, i couldn't help think "These guys are beating us?"
I felt Jake had the smae thought.
"So, You sure we can trust these dudes, Warlord? How we know they ain't gonna' burn us, like they did to those Destroyer cats."
"They're trustworthy, I've heard great things, Radio, kids on the street, even other gangs have been talkin' good bout' these Coney Dudes, It's gonna' smooth over nicely, these JSB ****** ll' be gone by morning!"
"They ain't gonna' be GONE, Warchief. You know that? They gonna' be ****** up pretty bad, but gone? Nah, no way, no how."
"Yeah, I know! I'm not brain-dead, They're gonna' be...Nice and...*****, and sucks to be them, School-pictures is in two days! They're rep tonight is goin' from a ten...to a one. And if them Warriors pull this off, I'll make sure they at the meeting, i take care of my friends."
"They're not FRIENDS, Edge! They're another gang, one that's...not from here, if they pull it off...GREAT! But if they don't...they don't...they ain't friends either way."
"Has Klien rubbed off on you? No? Maybe not, maybe The rich-kids did when they stole from us, you dumb-****!"
"Least' I'm not hiring another...rival gang to clean up a mess that you spilled!"
"Hey, Hey, hey!" Jake broke up the fight.
Focus your anger on them JSBs These Warriors...WILL pay off. These Warriors will get invited by us, And everyone will be happy...Cyrus will, Edge will, I will, They will, Klien...maybe, But the rest of the gang WILL. We're doin' great! Keep your cool, it's up here."
We walked up to the station's stairs, they haven't arrived yet, Pat waited by the stairs.
"Truthfully, Why the hell did i hire such...such Filth! I never realized till' now, but look a t Klien, he's supposed to be scout, make peace. Your doin' his assigned job! Your the only one who I, Warchief, Can trust."
"That's how i am." Jake said patriocticly.
"Don't get Cocky, Jake...I'd appreciete it...if you'd..."
"Spit it out."
"Take over, if something happened, now or at the meet."
"It's hard for you to be genouros isn't it, Warlord?"
"Screw you! Screw you! I brought you in!"
"It was a joke...that Klien thing's goin' to your head, man! Chill! All's we gotta' do is wait. The JSBs won't bother us once...once, these guys handle it...Hey, here they are!" Jake yelled,
Two Warriors walked down the steps, calm, they didn't look bad, nor did they look good, you can never tell.
"I'm lookin' for Edge." he said to Pat, who was leaning on the wall next to the steps, he nodded them my way.
"You edge?" one asked.
"That's right, Warrior." i said, playin' it cool.
"This is all about the Jones Street Boys, Those ***-holes been workin' with some dirty cops to make our life hell. The plan is, Steal some ****, Plant it in the cops trunk, stash the rest at the Jones Street Boy's Hang-out..."
I looked behind me, at the hand-slapping rich-kid punks.
"Speak of the devil, there's the JSBs over there!" I pointed out to them.
Finally, i made it clear: "Watch out for thier scouts...you don't wanna' draw too much attention to yourselves."
One nodded,
"Cool, Man. We got it." he concluded.
We walked off, i flet empty that i wasn't killing those punks...but then agian, I felt terrirfic, i felt the case was in Warrior hands, good hands.
I stopped at the end of the alley to hear them speak to each other,
"Those JSBs are screwed man!" One said,
"Let's get this ball rollin'!" The other said, and they ran off.
I nodded, though the air in that part of town was icey-cold, My body felt warm. I flet like those dumb-**** Rich-kid stupid dips were gonna' be gone, vanished out of thin air."
That wasn't to say It was no problem for me to get back home.
They're scouts now filled the streets, I wasn't safe...yet.

I will; add more soon, Thanks, guys!