Rise of the Red Kings
Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 2:17 am
Just so people know, I did not create the Red Kings, they're from a video game and I thought that they would fit into the Warriors universe nicely. So here it goes, the story of their rise within the NYC gang network. Enjoy. 
Chapter 1
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Spike looked down at his hands, saw the blood covering them and looked over at Rex, who looked just as stunned as Spike felt. There were three bodies on the ground between them, two dead and one injured. How could they have let this situation get so out of control? They stood there for what seemed like an eternity, staring at the bodies of the bullies until they remembered where they were. "Rex, come on, we've gotta our asses out of here." Rex looked up, nodding after a few seconds. "Alright. Back to your house?" Spike nodded, and the two took off down the street.
Normally, Spike wouldn't give a crap if he had done something like that, but this was different- one of them was a Punk, and you don't kill a Punk, especially not on their own turf. He would figure something out. He always did. They reached the front door of the apartment building he lived in, pulling out his key ring and opening the front door, then running up the stairs into his apartment. Rex followed, and they locked the door. His mom wasn't home, like always. Probably getting drunk and hooking up with some scumbag somewhere. He went into the bathroom to wash his hands, Rex standing in the kitchen.
"What the hell are we gonna do, man? The Punks are gonna be after us now, one of their f*cking informants was right there, man! We should have wasted him too!" Rex was panicking now. Spike would have to calm him down. He got most of the blood off his hands, the rest wouldn't come off until he took a shower. He dried his hands and walked into the kitchen, grabbing Rex by the shoulders. "Well man, we're just gonna have to fight back." He walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, resting his head in his hands. Rex stared at him. "Are you kidding? The Punks are one of the heaviest gangs in the city, they'll rip us apart!" Rex was right, this was a bad situation.
"I mean, what the hell did you even do to them in the first place? They were after you, they even said your name!" Spike looked up. "Well, they f*cked me over, so I was a little angry. I guess you could say I took it out on their car." And that was the truth. They stole his stereo and pawned it, he had found out from the same druggie who would surely rat him and Rex out now. So Spike had taken a wooden bat and smashed their car up. Well, then they found out....
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Earlier that day
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Johnny looked at what was left of his car, a run-down old green Chevy. Sure it was a piece of sh*t, but he had just gotten it about a week before- who the hell would do something stupid like this to him- a PUNK, for f*ck's sake! He was seeing red now. He punched the hood of the car so hard it left a big dent right in the middle. He turned to his two friends, neither of them a Punk, but still good friends of his. Charlie was a big time athlete, obsessed with pretty much every form of sports, and Danny was a nerd. Hey, somebody had to be friends with him, he wasn't that bad of a guy. Most people liked Johnny for that reason- he was very friendly, even when he was with his gang.
Now was a different story. The knuckles on his left hand were bleeding now, dripping off onto the sidewalk below. "Who do you think could have done this?" His two friends thought about it, neither of them able to come up with an answer. A gruff voice startled them out of deep thought, and they turned to see Marcus, a hobo addicted to crack who worked as the Punks' informant. "Hey guys, I got some information for you if you have some money." Johnny nodded, pulling a five-dollar bill out from the pocket of his blue denim overalls. "Tell me who did this." Marcus smiled. "That one kid and his friend, Spike or something. He has short hair, he's pretty tall, and..." Johnny cut him off, giving him the money. "I know those f*ckers. Let's get them!" he said, turning to his friends. They smiled and ran down the street after Johnny, heading toward Spike's apartment. Little did they know that they would encounter them much sooner.
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Spike and Rex were walking to Spike's apartment on their way home from school when they heard loud yells from behind them. He still had the bat with him, stolen from his gym class. He gripped it tightly, hiding it behind his back as he turned around, seeing who was coming up. It was Johnny and his boys. Sh*t. They must have found out about the car. They stopped in front of them, out of breath. "WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU THINKING SPIKE, SMASHING UP MY RIDE LIKE THAT?!", Johnny screamed, red with anger. His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were now pure white. Spike said nothing. Rex and him were used to fighting people, they did it all the time, whether it was for fun or they were protecting themselves. They were ready. Charlie pulled out a switchblade. "We're gonna f*ck your day up, buddy."
"Now!", Spike yelled, revealing the bat and swinging it straight at Johnny's face. It hit his cheek with a sickening crack, dropping him to his knees. He raised the bat and brought it down over his head. Rage took over him. Johnny was always a jerk to Spike for no reason at all, just to look cool, probably. He hit his body over and over again, each hit meeting with a sickening noise until he cracked his head wide open. Meanwhile, Rex was faring well against Charlie and Danny. Danny was weak, a pushover. Rex tripped him and smashed his face against the pavement, knocking him out. He quickly turned to Charlie, but it was too late. He swung the knife downward, missing Rex's face by a half an inch. Rex grabbed his wrist, twisting it as far as he could. He let out a yelp of pain, dropping the knife on Danny's unconscious body. Charlie swung with his other fist, connecting with Rex's chin and dropping him to the ground.
Charlie picked up the knife and stood over Rex. "Time to die, you f*ck." He knelt down to cut him, but Rex kicked his legs out and caught Charlie in the stomach. In one swift move, he picked him up with his feet and threw him backward over his head. Charlie landed on his neck, snapping it on impact. He was shocked- he had just killed a guy! He stood up, looking down at the dead body. Spike was covered in blood from the beating he just gave Johnny. This was bad.
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Rex sat down next to Spike. "Man, this is bad. This is so friggin' bad. What are we gonna do? The Punks are gonna kill us for this!" Spike stood up, thinking about it. He walked over to the window and peered out, lost in thought for several minutes. What could they do? They lived in the Bowery, the Punks were pretty much on every corner. They would be jumped in an instant. But... wait a minute. He had an idea. It had been formulating in his mind for some time now, it just seemed like alot of fun. But now, it felt more like a neccessity than a want. But whatever- it might help, so he'd take the chance. He turned to Rex, a smile on his face. "What? You think of something?" Spike nodded. "We start a gang!"
Rex frowned. "You serious? Us? Start a gang?" Spike nodded wildly, sitting down on the couch again. "Yeah man, think about it. We're both good fighters, we do it all the time. You know how gangs work, your older brother is in the Warriors!" Rex thought about it. It was true, his brother taught him the ropes of gang life. "And then of course, with a whole gang under our rule, we'll have plenty of protection from the Punks! And we'll have alot of money coming in too!" Rex thought it over. Spike made some good points, but he seemed to intentionally leave out the bad parts. Like the constant danger of death and the pain coming from fights. But he was right- it was better than going out like a wimp getting attacked by the Punks. He looked at Spike.
"Alright man, let's do it." Spike jumped up, laughing like a madman. "Hell yeah!" He started pacing, thinking about something. "We'll need a name. Some colors. Maybe somebody with street smarts, I mean, we need a recruiter or something." He was right. Rex started thinking about it when he saw it. A red hoodie lying on the kitchen table. He didn't know why, but it looked really cool. Like something a mugger would wear while robbing somebody. Like a gang member. He walked over and picked it up, trying it on. It fit perfectly and was pretty comfortable. Spike looked at him. "Damn man, that's looking good on you!" Rex smiled smugly. "How about it? Gang colors?" Spike looked it over. "I suppose. It does look thuggish. Just what we need."
Rex sat down. "How about a name?" Spike spoke up. "Yeah, I thought about it. Maybe the Kings. As in, we're gonna be the kings of the Bowery!" Rex laughed. "Let's take it one step at a time. But yeah, that is a good idea. It sounds sorta plain though. Kings." Spike looked like he had a good thought. "Well, how about mixing our colors with our name? Red. Red Kings." Rex nodded. "I like it. Red Kings. Gonna take over the Bowery." He laughed, Spike joining him. They thought it would be easy, starting a gang. They were wrong.
Chapter 1
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Spike looked down at his hands, saw the blood covering them and looked over at Rex, who looked just as stunned as Spike felt. There were three bodies on the ground between them, two dead and one injured. How could they have let this situation get so out of control? They stood there for what seemed like an eternity, staring at the bodies of the bullies until they remembered where they were. "Rex, come on, we've gotta our asses out of here." Rex looked up, nodding after a few seconds. "Alright. Back to your house?" Spike nodded, and the two took off down the street.
Normally, Spike wouldn't give a crap if he had done something like that, but this was different- one of them was a Punk, and you don't kill a Punk, especially not on their own turf. He would figure something out. He always did. They reached the front door of the apartment building he lived in, pulling out his key ring and opening the front door, then running up the stairs into his apartment. Rex followed, and they locked the door. His mom wasn't home, like always. Probably getting drunk and hooking up with some scumbag somewhere. He went into the bathroom to wash his hands, Rex standing in the kitchen.
"What the hell are we gonna do, man? The Punks are gonna be after us now, one of their f*cking informants was right there, man! We should have wasted him too!" Rex was panicking now. Spike would have to calm him down. He got most of the blood off his hands, the rest wouldn't come off until he took a shower. He dried his hands and walked into the kitchen, grabbing Rex by the shoulders. "Well man, we're just gonna have to fight back." He walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, resting his head in his hands. Rex stared at him. "Are you kidding? The Punks are one of the heaviest gangs in the city, they'll rip us apart!" Rex was right, this was a bad situation.
"I mean, what the hell did you even do to them in the first place? They were after you, they even said your name!" Spike looked up. "Well, they f*cked me over, so I was a little angry. I guess you could say I took it out on their car." And that was the truth. They stole his stereo and pawned it, he had found out from the same druggie who would surely rat him and Rex out now. So Spike had taken a wooden bat and smashed their car up. Well, then they found out....
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Earlier that day
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Johnny looked at what was left of his car, a run-down old green Chevy. Sure it was a piece of sh*t, but he had just gotten it about a week before- who the hell would do something stupid like this to him- a PUNK, for f*ck's sake! He was seeing red now. He punched the hood of the car so hard it left a big dent right in the middle. He turned to his two friends, neither of them a Punk, but still good friends of his. Charlie was a big time athlete, obsessed with pretty much every form of sports, and Danny was a nerd. Hey, somebody had to be friends with him, he wasn't that bad of a guy. Most people liked Johnny for that reason- he was very friendly, even when he was with his gang.
Now was a different story. The knuckles on his left hand were bleeding now, dripping off onto the sidewalk below. "Who do you think could have done this?" His two friends thought about it, neither of them able to come up with an answer. A gruff voice startled them out of deep thought, and they turned to see Marcus, a hobo addicted to crack who worked as the Punks' informant. "Hey guys, I got some information for you if you have some money." Johnny nodded, pulling a five-dollar bill out from the pocket of his blue denim overalls. "Tell me who did this." Marcus smiled. "That one kid and his friend, Spike or something. He has short hair, he's pretty tall, and..." Johnny cut him off, giving him the money. "I know those f*ckers. Let's get them!" he said, turning to his friends. They smiled and ran down the street after Johnny, heading toward Spike's apartment. Little did they know that they would encounter them much sooner.
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Spike and Rex were walking to Spike's apartment on their way home from school when they heard loud yells from behind them. He still had the bat with him, stolen from his gym class. He gripped it tightly, hiding it behind his back as he turned around, seeing who was coming up. It was Johnny and his boys. Sh*t. They must have found out about the car. They stopped in front of them, out of breath. "WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU THINKING SPIKE, SMASHING UP MY RIDE LIKE THAT?!", Johnny screamed, red with anger. His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were now pure white. Spike said nothing. Rex and him were used to fighting people, they did it all the time, whether it was for fun or they were protecting themselves. They were ready. Charlie pulled out a switchblade. "We're gonna f*ck your day up, buddy."
"Now!", Spike yelled, revealing the bat and swinging it straight at Johnny's face. It hit his cheek with a sickening crack, dropping him to his knees. He raised the bat and brought it down over his head. Rage took over him. Johnny was always a jerk to Spike for no reason at all, just to look cool, probably. He hit his body over and over again, each hit meeting with a sickening noise until he cracked his head wide open. Meanwhile, Rex was faring well against Charlie and Danny. Danny was weak, a pushover. Rex tripped him and smashed his face against the pavement, knocking him out. He quickly turned to Charlie, but it was too late. He swung the knife downward, missing Rex's face by a half an inch. Rex grabbed his wrist, twisting it as far as he could. He let out a yelp of pain, dropping the knife on Danny's unconscious body. Charlie swung with his other fist, connecting with Rex's chin and dropping him to the ground.
Charlie picked up the knife and stood over Rex. "Time to die, you f*ck." He knelt down to cut him, but Rex kicked his legs out and caught Charlie in the stomach. In one swift move, he picked him up with his feet and threw him backward over his head. Charlie landed on his neck, snapping it on impact. He was shocked- he had just killed a guy! He stood up, looking down at the dead body. Spike was covered in blood from the beating he just gave Johnny. This was bad.
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Rex sat down next to Spike. "Man, this is bad. This is so friggin' bad. What are we gonna do? The Punks are gonna kill us for this!" Spike stood up, thinking about it. He walked over to the window and peered out, lost in thought for several minutes. What could they do? They lived in the Bowery, the Punks were pretty much on every corner. They would be jumped in an instant. But... wait a minute. He had an idea. It had been formulating in his mind for some time now, it just seemed like alot of fun. But now, it felt more like a neccessity than a want. But whatever- it might help, so he'd take the chance. He turned to Rex, a smile on his face. "What? You think of something?" Spike nodded. "We start a gang!"
Rex frowned. "You serious? Us? Start a gang?" Spike nodded wildly, sitting down on the couch again. "Yeah man, think about it. We're both good fighters, we do it all the time. You know how gangs work, your older brother is in the Warriors!" Rex thought about it. It was true, his brother taught him the ropes of gang life. "And then of course, with a whole gang under our rule, we'll have plenty of protection from the Punks! And we'll have alot of money coming in too!" Rex thought it over. Spike made some good points, but he seemed to intentionally leave out the bad parts. Like the constant danger of death and the pain coming from fights. But he was right- it was better than going out like a wimp getting attacked by the Punks. He looked at Spike.
"Alright man, let's do it." Spike jumped up, laughing like a madman. "Hell yeah!" He started pacing, thinking about something. "We'll need a name. Some colors. Maybe somebody with street smarts, I mean, we need a recruiter or something." He was right. Rex started thinking about it when he saw it. A red hoodie lying on the kitchen table. He didn't know why, but it looked really cool. Like something a mugger would wear while robbing somebody. Like a gang member. He walked over and picked it up, trying it on. It fit perfectly and was pretty comfortable. Spike looked at him. "Damn man, that's looking good on you!" Rex smiled smugly. "How about it? Gang colors?" Spike looked it over. "I suppose. It does look thuggish. Just what we need."
Rex sat down. "How about a name?" Spike spoke up. "Yeah, I thought about it. Maybe the Kings. As in, we're gonna be the kings of the Bowery!" Rex laughed. "Let's take it one step at a time. But yeah, that is a good idea. It sounds sorta plain though. Kings." Spike looked like he had a good thought. "Well, how about mixing our colors with our name? Red. Red Kings." Rex nodded. "I like it. Red Kings. Gonna take over the Bowery." He laughed, Spike joining him. They thought it would be easy, starting a gang. They were wrong.