Leaving....

[Honey Lips Soldier]

*Gasp!* NOO!
I actually gave a small shriek when I read this.. heh heh..
That chapter was so exciting, no matter how short! Loved it!
Update soon, ok?
xox

[LIPPY]

*Dun dun deerrrr* (dramatic music) Chuck's dead! Or IS he?! What'll happen now?

Whew! That was tense!

Good story, man  . Very well written... I could picture EVERYTHING as it happened. Keep going, mudda funsta  .

[the wigan warrior]

Those last two chapters were realy realy good. Like LIPPY i could picture everything what happend. Hurry up and write somemore mate this storys great... You MUST finish this story.

[cowboy rules]

Thanks for all the feedback guys  I'm really glad you like it, and I'll try and update it as soon as I can , kinda busy tonight and tomorrow but I'l try my hardest. Cheers again everybody 

[Cowboy Is Cool]

Totally awesome, dude!


Keep writing!

[StickWarrior]

Come on, we wanna hear more!

[Warriorfan54321]

the story is totally wicked.
more more more.

[cowboy rules]

Thanks for all the complements everyone, I'll defintetly update it tomorrow  8)

[cowboy rules]

I woke up with a throbbing pain in the back of my head. There was blood strewn across my face because of the way I was lying on the floor. I staggered to my feet and tried to regain my focus. Then the realisation hit me about what had happened. I saw Chuck's body crumpled on the floor. I stared, terror stricken at the body as I felt a jolt in my stomach. I felt myself nearly falling then turned and vomitted over the wall. I'd never actually saw a dead body before and it hit me like a freight train. I became hysterical , panicing, thinking about what to do.  At first I thought about running out the house back to Coney Island, back to the old days. Hell, I was halway to the door before I stopped myself. I remembered telling Sandy to go to the train station. I wondered how long he'd been there and how long I'd been unconscious for. 2 hours? 20 minutes? I couldnt be sure but I decided to go to the station and try and find him. I took another look at Chuck, the look of sheer fright in his eyes piercing right through me. My stomach gave another jolt and I retched again. I went over to Chuck and shut his eyes. He was only a boy. A boy who had got out of one dangerous situation only to end up in a more dangerous one. And all over money. Money. He was killed for pieces of paper. There was only one thing I knew as I left Chucks, thoughts swirling through my head. It wasnt fair. He had a family and probably other friends. I dreaded having to tell Sandy.

Sorry for the delay and the small amount guys , but feedback please 

[Honey Lips Soldier]

Aww, so sad! Poor Sandy when he finds out!!
Cant wait for more, man. Its cool writing.
xox

[the wigan warrior]

Thats great man, you wrote enough there.. but i still want you to write more, so hurry up!! lol

[Warriorfan54321]

oh please update

[cowboy rules]

I trunched on down the street , shaking , worried about Sandy. The shock had just really settled in , and all I could think about was Chucks body in that crumpled position, like a car wreck.  My head still hurt and my legs felt like jelly, as if I'd collapse at any moment. Finally after what felt like hours I found the train station. I looked around. There was no sign of Sandy , just the usual commuters going about their day, totally unaware of what had just happened. Suddenly someone tapped me on my shoulder. My stomach leaped and I turned round , my hand clenching into a fist. I turned and saw Sandy standing there, staring at me , confused.

"Hey cool it" Where Chuck?" He asked
"Hes.......He........" A lump grew in my throat, suddenly I started bawling. Tears streamed down my eyes and Sandy sensed something was up. I tried to stop crying. Crying like that in front of anyone was bad , it made you look weak, but especially in front of a younger person. Theres some things you just dont forget from being a soldier, and that was one of them.

"James......James what happened? Wheres Chuck?"

"He....." I sobbed "He got shot.....hes........dead" I said.

I looked at Sandy. I could see the word hurt him. I went in as clean as a bullet, hitting him like a battering ram. I saw the tears welling up in his eyes and he tried to fight them. He lowered his head and I heard him sob. I grabbed hold of him and brought him close to me. He wept into my chest. I stood , bewildered, unable to move. After 10 minutes of crying I managed to say to Sandy that he had to go to Coney and get his Mom and Dad. I was going to take him. We walked slowly into the station and got on the first train to Coney Island.

We both sat facing forward, as if we had both just died. In a way we had. I was unhappy when Chuck left the team , he was my best friend. But now I had lost him forever. So had his brother. I couldt imagine what was going through Sandy's head. He shouldnt have had to go through that , he was too young. Finally, somehow, I drifted off into a deep sleep on the train , we were still a fair bit away from Coney Island.

I was standing with the rest of the Warriors. I jumped up onto a higher spot to get a good look at him. We were surrounded by other gangs. The Hi Hats, JSB's and nearly a hundred others. Everything went silent as Cyrus stood up on the podium and began his speech. "Can you count suckas!?" He shouted. His speech went on , telling us about his plan, to unite the gangs and take over the city. The crowd was jubilant and for a single moment, were all under Cyrus' control. An excitement was in the air like never before. I jumped up and down cheering. The figure on the podium turned around , facing us. However, it wasnt Cyrus anymore. Chuck stood on the podium , his arms raised in a God-like position. He smiled. Then it happened. The deafening boom of the gun. The bullet smashing into Chuck's chest firing him off the podium. The crowd was silent. Then mayhem broke. Cops were everywhere and everyone ran.

I woke up on the train , once again in a cold sweat , shaking, taking un gulps of air. Sandy was asleep on my shoulder. I could still see wet patches on his chest from where his tears had dripped down. I looked around, slightly blinded by the lights. We were nearly at Coney. I put my head against the wall and tried  to regain my thoughts. A hard realisation hit me that Chucks death would stay with me for a hell of a long time.


Cheers for the feedback everyone, more on this part would be appreciated 

[LIPPY]

Nice. Very nice. 

Normally, when I read the odd fan-fic, I find myself skipping bits and bobs here and there, mainly through impatience or boredom... Not with yours though. You make everything so clear and easy to picture, I just have to read the whole thing through. Good writing.

Cowboy Rules. If I was an English teacher in some random High School and you handed this story to me, you'd get an 'A+', mate. Straight up.

[the wigan warrior]

HAHAAAAAAAA I can't realy say much seeing as LIPPY said it all!

Your very talented mate keep up the amazing work, I wish i can write stuff like you do.. I probably would of done better in my exams.