. I figured that, what with Christmas being in nine days, it would be worth a repost for those who missed it the first time. It is one of my first works, so the writing quality isn't exactly amazing, but I revised it and cleaned it up a bit.PLEASE NOTE: This is not a part of my Warriors Canon. I wrote this after The Raptors, and before The Patriots. I intended it to be a one-shot type thing for the fan fiction competition, and never meant for it to be official. So you will never see a reference to this in any of my other works, as it is purely an alternate dimension type deal.
Now, the story.
The Warriors Holiday Special
2:37 PM, December 22nd, 1979Midtown Manhattan
Christmas shopping. The type of thing you don't really expect gang members to be doing, but you know they have to. That was what Cowboy, Vermin, and Cochise were doing on that day. They were wearing the long sleeved red jackets the Warriors switched out for their vests during winter, and were heading back to the station after a day of buying gifts. "You think Swan'll like it?" Cowboy asked as they walked to the subway station. "Hell yeah man," Vermin replied, "He'll love it. Hurry up, the train'll be here soon." The three Warriors went down the steps to the station, then headed for the platform.
As they waited for the train, a familiar group of guys came walking by, headed for the northbound platform. They were wearing purple hats, purple vests, and black long sleeved shirts. Boppers. "Oh man, they better not start nothing," Cochise said as they warily observed the gang members. As they walked by, one of the Boppers brushed against Vermin. "Yo man, you tryin' to start somethin'?" the Bopper practically screamed in his face. "You ran into me dumbass," Vermin shot back.
"You think you can diss me? You got another thing comin' you little bitch!" The Bopper put his fists up as the others circled around them. "HEY! WHAT'S GOING ON OVER THERE!?" a voice yelled over the din of the station. There were 6 transit cops staring at them, radios in hand. "Nothin' officer," Cowboy said, "We was just leavin'." As he said that, the train pulled into the station. "Good," the officer said, "Get the hell outta here." The Warriors stepped on the train, and the Bopper turned to them. "We ain't gonna forget this," he said to the Warriors as the doors shut.
"What the hell was that all about?" Cochise asked. "Just tryin' to make themselves look cool I think," Cowboy replied. "I hope so," Vermin said. The train sped off through the snow covered New York, en route to Coney Island.
9:39 PM, December 24th, 1979
Warriors Hangout, Coney Island
"GODDAMN!" Swan yelled as the Christmas tree toppled over on him. They had decided to put a tree up, but that wasn't going so well, especially given how about half of them were slightly tipsy. Ajax (who had been released a week after the meeting, as a judge decided the cops engaged in entrapment to arrest him) dragged the tree off of Swan. "Here," Ajax said as he hoisted the tree into an upright position. Snow came stumbling into the door, covered in... well, snow. "Looks like your name fits you today," Rembrandt said as he poured himself some more eggnog.
"It's really coming down out there," Snow said, "They're already startin' to have trouble with some of the elevated lines up in Queens." Mercy (who had stuck around and gotten a job at one of the local convenience stores) was watching the news on the TV, "Hey, it's supposed to be like this until after New Years! Hell, the next few days it'll be near blizzard conditions, then it's supposed to taper off a little, and they're expecting a huge snowfall on New Year's Eve!" "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas..." Swan sang.
Laughter reverberated throughout the room, and Snow ran out, came back in with a snowball, then whipped it at Swan's head. Swan ducked and it nailed Vermin in the face as he walked up the stairs. Vermin ran up and grabbed Snow. He then dragged him out and threw him into a pile of the white stuff. After coming back in, they all sat around for a while longer and then began to drift off through the snow towards their apartments and houses for the night, looking forward to the Christmas party to be held the following night. Unbeknownst to them, there was a plan being formulated behind the scenes, on the snowy streets of Harlem...
10:52 PM, December 25th, 1979
Warriors Hangout, Coney Island
The Christmas party was in full swing. The hangout was filled to overflowing as tons of people drank, danced, and had a good time. The Warriors were (obviously) there, as well as many residents of Coney Island. Cowboy was forcing his way through the crowd towards Swan, and finally managed to get to him. "Hey man," Cowboy yelled over the music and voices. "Hey," Swan yelled back. "Merry Christmas!" Cowboy said as he handed a small package to Swan. Swan pulled the wrapping off of it, and found a book. "A History of Gangs in New York City," Swan read, "Thanks man, I don't read much, but I'll have to crack this one open." He opened it, and a photograph fell out.
"I found that a few days ago, I thought it would interest you," Cowboy said. Swan looked at it, and went slack jawed. "I don't believe you found this!" Swan said in disbelief, "This was taken... what? An hour before we boarded the train to the Bronx?" "Yep," Cowboy said, "I remembered that we never got to pick up the film from the developer. They still had it sitting around." The picture was all 9 representatives of the Warriors standing in front of the Stauch's Baths building, under the huge burner Rembrandt had put up a few weeks before the meeting. Before Swan could say anything else, there was a voice that rose over everyone else's, "BOPPERS ON OUR TURF!!!" Within seconds, the music had been turned off and the room was silent.
The person who had yelled was Ryder, a rather buff new blood who had only joined a few months prior. His name came from the fact that he used to ride motorcycles a lot. He stumbled in and shook the snow off. There was blood running down from a wound in his head. "What happened?" Swan asked. After a few seconds of panting, Ryder spoke, "I was walkin' along Stillwell Avenue, near the station, when I saw some guys walkin' through the snow-" "How could you have not noticed they were Boppers?" Ajax interrupted. "The visibility is nil out there, it's a goddamn blizzard," Ryder replied. Sure enough, outside the window was almost pure white.
"Anyway," Ryder continued, "I was walkin' and I thought they was Warriors at first, cause I saw vests, but then I realized we would all be in the winter uniforms. Even more of 'em started comin' outta the snow, so I yell for them to identify themselves. They keep walkin'. So I try to bluff 'em, I tell em I have a gun. Next thing I know, one of 'em breaks off from their group, and I see the shape of a piece in his hand. I'd be dead right now if he hadn't slipped in a patch of ice. The bullet nicked me-" he gestured at the wound in his head, "-but I'm ok. I turned to run, but one had gotten in front of me. That's when I saw those retarded looking purple hats. I clocked the one in the face, then ran back here. I saw some more coming behind those ones, plus more come out of the station when I ran past it. They're rollin' heavy."
"Jesus Christ, they actually did something about it," Vermin said. "What?" Swan asked. Vermin, Cochise, and Cowboy explained what had happened on the platform a few days prior. "Dammit, why didn't you tell me before?!" Swan yelled. "It didn't seem important," Cochise said. "I guess you're right," Swan said, "Warriors, I want you to divide into 5 groups. One goes to Sea Gate on the western tip of Coney, one stays in this area, one goes to Brighton Beach in central Coney, one goes to Manhattan Beach in east Coney, and one hangs around the station, in case they call in reinforcements. I want all the Warriors who were with me at the meeting here at the hangout for now. Everyone else, split up and go. If you run into any Boppers, phone back here. Also, if you find any affiliates hanging around, tell them to get back here, we'll need someone to take care of the hangout." They followed orders, and the civilians left, leaving the hangout deathly quiet.
Swan walked to a box near the back of the hangout and pulled out a map of Coney and the surrounding area. He stuck it up and pulled a package of pins out. He stuck a pin into the road near the station, then spoke, "That was where they were first spotted. We can assume they kept going east, but we don't know about the group that came out of the station when Ryder ran. We need to assume until we have better intel that more reinforcements are on the way or here already."
Several younger teenagers ran into the hangout and shook the snow off their clothes, "Some of your guys told us to come down here." Swan sized them up, "You guys affiliates?" "Yeah" "Alright then, stay here and don't move. If someone calls and reports a confrontation with a Bopper, stick a pin in the map and record it. We want to learn from this. If more affiliates come by, put 'em on security. We don't want the Boppers messin' with our hangout." The affiliates nodded, and the Warriors stood up and went outside.
11:21 PM, December 25th, 1979
Intersection of Surf Avenue and Stillwell Avenue, Coney Island
"It's a goddamn whiteout!" Ajax yelled over the sound of the wind. They stumbled into the entrance of Stillwell Avenue Station and met up with the group there. "Any Boppers come through?" Swan asked. "Naw man, not yet," the head of that group (named Twenty-Two, after his favourite caliber of handgun) said. "Alright then, keep watch," Swan replied.
The radio that Twenty-Two was carrying went into the news portion of Street Sounds, "Well boppers," the smooth voiced DJ said, "This record snowfall doesn't seem to be stopping any time soon, and the MTA Staten Island Railway has officially suspended all operations, as have some of the Bronx elevated lines and a few of the Queens lines. Any boppers in those areas are gonna have some trouble gettin' around for now, although there isn't much goin' on, what with Christmas and all. The one major exception to that rule seems to be in Coney Island. We received word that the Boppers have mounted a surprise attack on the Warriors. The word is that the Warriors are holding for now, but who knows what the future may bring boppers? This next one is dedicated to them, for their skill and dedication to duty. Adios..." Knock On Wood by Amii Stewart came on.
"We should get back out there," Vermin suggested. "You're right, lets go," Swan said. They left the station, back into the deluge of snow.
11:42 PM, December 25th, 1979
Intersection of West 19th Street and Mermaid Avenue, Coney Island
"This is useless," Rembrandt said, "You can't see anything!" "This is West 19th, so the Elementary School should be right there," Cowboy said, pointing to the right. Vermin froze, "Did anyone else just see that?" "What?" Swan asked. "A flash of purple by the school." "...Let's check it out," Swan said.
They walked up and located the school, then found their way to the front. Just as they came around the corner, they saw someone disappear into the front doors. They crept up and found the door open, it's lock smashed. Swan looked each one in the eye, and gave them a mental signal to go. Cochise went in first. Seconds after stepping in, he knew something was wrong. A click pierced the silence, and Cochise hit the floor as a gunshot echoed through the halls and a bullet flew over him, right where his head had been.
The Warriors flew through the door and Ajax tackled the Bopper, smashing him in the face. The gun cartwheeled across the floor and Snow snatched it up, jamming it into his waistband. A group of Boppers smashed out of one of the classrooms. Ajax dropped the unconscious Bopper and threw a punch at the nearest one. The Bopper was sent flying across the foyer and smashed into the wall. Swan pulled out his switchblade, which he had taken off of the leader of the Punks the night of the Big Alert, and swung it at the one that charged him. The blade entered the Bopper's neck at a 45 degree upward angle and severed the jugular vein, leaving the Bopper to collapse on the floor and bleed out.
Cochise jumped up and kicked one in the head, then grabbed the other and threw him on the ground. As the Bopper tried to get up, Cochise kicked him in the neck. A sickening crack reverberated through the hall and the Bopper slumped to the ground, dead. One of the Boppers jumped on Cowboy and he hit the floor. Rembrandt tried to run and help him, but another Bopper, this one holding a heavy plumbing pipe, grabbed him and dragged him out into the snow and started laying into him.
Snow was busy smashing a Bopper in the face nearby, and he didn't notice Rembrandt's dilemma. Vermin saw Rembrandt was in trouble, but a Bopper grabbed him from behind. However, Rembrandt managed to get into his messenger bag and pull out some spray. He sprayed it into the eyes of the Bopper, and the gang member rolled off of him, screaming in pain. Rembrandt noticed that the pipe had been dropped, so he snatched it out of the snow and clubbed the Bopper in the face a few times.
He then turned around and saw a shape come out of the snow. He noticed a hat and saw a bit of purple, so he readied himself and swung the thing like a baseball bat. He connected with the figure's left arm, as his aim was off, and heard a familiar scream of pain. "Oh crap!" Rembrandt yelled as he noticed who the figure was. Cowboy rolled over and grabbed his arm, "Rembrandt you dumbass! Can't you tell the difference between a Warrior and a Bopper!?" "Not when he's wearing a hat and carrying a Boppers vest!" "Oh damn, I must've ripped it off the Bopper I was tangling with!" Sure enough, there was a vest hanging off his arm. Rembrandt helped Cowboy up and verified that his arm wasn't broken.
By that point, the fight was over. They were bruised up, but alive. There were a total of 14 Boppers, in various stages of life and death, lying sprawled across the floor. "What do we do with 'em?" Snow asked. "Chuck the dead ones in the bay, chuck the living ones onto the northbound train from the station," Swan replied. They then proceeded to start the gruesome task of removing the bodies. That was when they saw the car.
"Everybody out!" Swan yelled. The school board's security system must have alerted the cops to the break-in. A few cops jumped out of the car and ran at them. "There must have been a silent alarm!" Vermin yelled. They cut off to the right and ran for a while, until they finally lost the fuzz in the snow. They took a few seconds to catch their breath, then looked around. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Cowboy said, "Hold up a sec... where's Cochise?" He was gone.
12:09 AM, December 26th, 1979
Blue Creek Apartments, Corner of West 21st and Surf Avenue, Coney Island
Unit 413
Cochise stared at his captors from behind red tinged vision. They were Boppers, he was sure of that. He had been running from the security guys, but had slipped on a patch of ice. When he had tried to stand up, he had seen a figure standing in front of him, then felt a blunt object cracking him in the back of the head, then nothing. He had woken up a few minutes earlier, tied to a chair in the kitchen of this place, wherever it was. He was in a bit of a fix.
One of the Boppers walked up and spoke, "Well well, what do we have here-" "Suck my cock asshole," Cochise cut him off. "Oh," the Bopper said, "A tough guy." "That's right, and if you don't let me go right now, you'll have over a hundred people like me on yo ass," Cochise spat out, malice in his voice. The Bopper nodded, then lashed out, smashing Cochise across the face, "I decide whether you live or die, so you better show me some goddamn respect! Now I want you to tell me, where's yo hangout!?" "Ask your mother where I had sex with her last night, she'll tell you!" The Bopper picked up a 2x4 and cracked Cochise in the face with it, "I'll be back for you, ass monkey." He left Cochise tied to a chair, bleeding out of his forehead.
I need to post it in two parts, cause it's too long
