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Just in case anyone is confused, that's a joke in the title. I'm doing this one narrative style. If you don't feel like reading the story, just look for the underlined bit.

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Blackness. An endless sea of it surrounds the competitors, and for all intents and purposes they may as well be blind. They sit stock still, each having been abducted off the street only hours before. It all happened the same way: a bag over the head from behind and a forceful dragging into a van, nothing but dead silence from the abductors the whole time. Suddenly, the three each feel their bags being loosened, and they are all removed at the same time. Blinding light tears into their vision, long streaks and anomalies blinding them each for several seconds. Baby Bear is the first to regain his vision, and he looks around quickly. He sees an auditorium, the stage lights glaring into their faces. "What the hell!?" he yells, "Turn those things down!" "Who the hell are you!?" The Jewish Juggernaut yells, being the next to see past the light. Ajax88 rubs his eyes for another few seconds, then squints at the stage, "I think I see someone up there!"

The lights shut off momentarily, replaced by four bright spotlights. Three are positioned above the competitors, high enough not to blind them while still illuminating them. The fourth is above the figure on stage. He is a guy in his late teens, with far-too-long brown hair falling over his eyes and a blue t-shirt. "Good afternoon, and welcome to my secret lair!" the figure booms, his voice reverberating across the walls. The Jewish Juggernaut narrows his eyes, thinking back to the last "post your picture" thread, "GramercyRiff99, this that you!? What the hell, man?" There is silence from the stage, the figure staring straight ahead, "Yeah, yeah, it's me. God dammit TJJ." The Jewish Juggernaut looks around smugly for a minute, and Baby Bear speaks up, "Is this about the fan fic competition?" A sudden burst of laughter escapes from GR99's lips, "Yes, indeed it is. I have gotten my minions to bring you straight into my jaws!"

"Who are the minions?" Ajax88 asks. Just as he says that, the doors at the back swing open, and nazzac, Luther828, and Warriorfan54321 walk in eating pizza. They head up on stage and collapse into three folding chairs set up by GR99. Luther828 turns to GR99, "Man, thanks for the pizza!" "It's the least I could do," GR99 responds. "Oh, that reminds me," nazzac says, looking through his pockets, "The guy came by asking for the money for the theatre rental. I managed to convince him to come back later." GR99 stands there for a moment, a look of annoyance on his face, "...okay, so it's a rented theatre, not my lair. Close enough." There is silence for a few seconds, then Baby Bear slowly raises his hand, "Couldn't you have just asked us to come here rather than kidnapping us?" There is even more silence, followed by "Well what's more dramatic? Seriously. Writers are all about the drama."

Before any further questions can be asked, GR99 raises his palm, "Enough talk! Warriorfan54321, BRING ME THE TOPIC!" Warriorfan gets up, pulls an envelope out of his front pocket, and walks up to GR99, handing over the paper enclosure. He takes the envelope and rips it open, pulling out a sheet of paper. He then clears his throat and reads: "Keeping with the theme of song titles, your topic is The Unknown Soldier. Handle this however you like. You have until 12 noon EST on July 2nd to write the story. When you are all done, I shall judge it, and the person with the least good story shall be eliminated, leaving two people for the finals. Remember, 500 word minimum! Creativity with the topic is encouraged. Smoking crack and killing your family in a drug induced rampage is not..." GR99 looks over at the minions, who are now snickering, "Okay, whoever added that, own up." Met with only more giggles, he turns back to the contestants, "There are laptops under your chairs. Get to work, and good luck."

Let's do this, although the timing could be worse- Moving. Yet, I managed a last minute story last time so...... I guess I will just begin

Oh wow...Topic is Unknown Soldier...I think this will be a little hard for me. I see what I'll dig up.

Yeah, I  would feel a little bit like a loser if I  aid "Unknow Soldier" a couple of times. Wait, I think that was what I did

                                                    Unknown Soldier


    They were planning this for months. The Orphans were trying to get revenge but couldn't sum up the courage to stand to the indian ethinic gang called The Grizzilies. Tremont was the the home of the foster kids and where they called themselves holding their turf but sadly they poorly protected their surroundings. Inside the Orphan clinic on 94th st were a amount of six Orphan soldiers sitting at a table playing poker.

"You heard what Sully and Jesse are tryin' to do?" One of them asked.

"Nope. I wasn't let in on what will happen." the other responsed.

One of the young men were stuffing his face with nachos. The Orphan that brought the conversation whacked his hungry comrade on the arm.

"C'mon listen up you fat pig!" he said with a little irritation.

Before he was able to tell him Sully walked in on them feeling happy about his idea. He was going on and on about how it will work. Will it work? Was the whole question. Sully approached the table looking at all his so called soldiers. The soldiers that would run away from battle with fear of being killed and whatnot.

"Ok guys. I've been planning this for the longest. Now Im thinkin' we could get Titan to disguise himself as a Grizzly and invade their territory. He just has to f*ck over their warlord! With no leader they can't be organized. They'll just fall apart." Sully informed the listening ears.

"Really? Titan? Ok then sounds cool to me. I mean its pretty much of a suicide mission. I wouldn't do it myself but-"

Sully smacks the talking guy in the back of the head. "Don't worry about it! Titan is the best fighter in this group!"

The Orphans at the table were feeling ashamed. Titan was much stronger. Much smarter. Filled with courage. Another young foster kid at the table spoke out.

"I wouldn't do this. No. Regardless of what Titan can do."

"Look. Im callin' the shots. After all the loser never quit. Wait! The loser never lose!" Sully said.

The other Orphans looked at their warlord with a crazy look. Is he stupid? They all knew that his figure of speech was indeed incorrect.

"Also we can just copy their colors. We know they wear black and brown. It shouldn't be hard!" Sully went on.

"Ok sully. We'll see what happens."

"If we lose a good soldier then its on you warlord. I think were gambling with this idea. A guy that usually keeps this gang alive with his muscle."

Sully paused for a second. "Im sure of it. But he'll be packed! He'll have a knife and a revolver! Not only he'll destroy the warlord but he can  waste a few Grizzilies too! God I wish Mercy was with me to see this!"

The Orphans at the table had to stop playing cards just hear their warlord ramble on.

More to come....

  The Orphans were preparing their powerful soldier Titan for invasion into Grizziliy turf. Sully was examining his grand plan and the main subjected that was being used. Titan stared at Sully. "So you want me to dress up as one of their soldiers and go take down their warlord, right?"

"Well you don't nessarily have to kill him. Like I said with a screwed up warlord they'll never be back together. Ya see what Im sayin'?" Sully asked trying to see if Titan would agree with him.

"Yeah I see but they have a warchief. He could easily take their place. Its just that easy. It like you and Jesse. Have you thought about that?"

Sully was silent. His dark green shirt pressed against his pale white skin. 'So what just do it, man!"

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From a building closer to them was a figure standing ontop of the roof. He was watching the two young men talk about a invasion.Going behind enemy lines. The starnge man was dressed in some type of dark green combat suit like he was in the army. He had sheer black hair. His skin was pale. A scar upon his lip. His eyes were a icy blue color. He just watched as he held a pair of binoculars to his face.

He produced a bowie knife. He studied the metallic object and looked back at the Orphans. We know his plan.

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Titan went to the bathroom inside the abandon apartment where most of the Orphans stayed at. He threw water on his face. He stared into the mirror. He gave thought about how this mission was going to go. How we'll have to try and fit in with a different lique for just a couple of hours. He was dressed in brown overalls and black converse. He walked out the bathroom and into the living room that ws filled with over 20 of his comrades.

They felt hyped about what might hapen. How much rep they'll get if Titan performed the violent act upon Baby bear the Grizzilies warlord. Titan felt pretty relieved and satisified that he'll get to lay his fist into the Grizzilies faces. He never got the chance to.
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The stranger climbed up the aparment fire escape passing up a couple of floors. The bowie knife held in his teeth. He jumped into a window of the Orphans Apartment. He was silent. He heard music playing from a room nearby right down the hall. The man snuck down the hall and stood next to the door. He heard a man talking. It seems like he was talking to some prostitute for a sexual favor.

The man tapped the knife on the door making it loud enough for the Orphan inside the room to hear. The young man walked to the doorway and  decided to investigate the sound. As took another step that foot was landing right in his grave.

The knife weilding man gauge the blade into the Orphans stomach. He kicked him down to the floor leaving the prostitute in awe. She screamed and yelled blood f*cking murder. The killer slowly walked away from the dead corpse and made his way further into the building.

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"You heard that sh*t?" one of the Orphans mentions the screaming heard.

"Nah its probably Cameron and that broad!" Another Orphan replied.

Titan listened."Maybe it is."

In a instant a man came down the stairs slowly with his bowie knife in his hand looking at the blood. Unfortunately he walked into the living room with over 20 Orphans including the all mighty Titan.

He stopped and looked around at his surroundings. He saw a sea of dirty dark green shirts. They were just staring at him.

"What the FUCK!" on of the Orphans shouted.

The icy blue eyed strange was in for a beating.

More to come...

Looking good so far Baby Bear. To the other two, 30 and a half hours left until the deadline.

The city of New York was caught in a raging thunderstorm, most of the citizens had retreated indoors to escape the torrential downpour. A man came sprinting out of an alleyway, he wore a denim vest over a dark t-shirt and a pair of denim jeans. His heart was racing as he ran through the dark alleyways, he glanced behind himself and saw seven or eight figures running after him. He quickly turned left down a small alley trying to lose his pursuers, after running another hundred feet he looked behind himself again, his pursuers were still there. They were dressed in red shirts with black stripes on the sleeves, they wore black pants with black suspenders. Each of them had white make-up covering their faces and each wore a black top hat. They were silent as they pursued the man through the alleys of Coney Island, which made the man even more freaked out as they continued to chase him. The man looked ahead and saw a few people standing in the alleyway that were dressed in red vests, one of them was wearing a Stetson cowboy hat, he ran towards them with every ounce of strength he had left. He ran up to the nearest person but couldn’t speak because he was gasping for air, he read the back of the guy’s vest and it said “Warriors”

“Hey dude, lay off!” The Warrior said to the man. He then pushed the man away which sent the man tumbling to the ground. The man picked himself up and looked back towards the way he had came from. The men in top hats were still running towards him so he started sprinting down the alleyway. The man’s pursuers came running past the small group of Warriors pushing a few out of the way as they continued their pursuit.

“Hey are those Hi-Hats? What the hell are they doing marching through our turf like that?” One of the Warriors said.

“I don’t know Cowboy, but those clowns just messed with the wrong crew.” Another Warrior said to the first one. “You know, I’ve been wanting to bash a few heads in lately!”

“Easy there Ajax, lets not go rushing into this, Cleon doesn’t want anybody getting wrecked.” A third Warrior said.

“We’re acting like a bunch of faggots standing here.” Ajax snapped back. “Why don’t we go teach those freaks a lesson?”

“ Yeah, Swan, lets show these punks that they can’t come down here trying to muscle their way through Coney.” Another Warrior said.

“Alright fine, but we need to be careful. I don’t have a good feeling about this. The Hi-Hats are from Manhattan, why are they coming down here chasing a man?” Swan asked.

“Who cares lets get these freaks!” Ajax said as the group began to run after the men in top hats, running through the rain soaked alleyways. After running a few blocks they caught up with the invaders, they had apparently caught up to the man that was running from them and they had started severely beating the man, they were so caught up in what they were doing that they didn’t notice the Warriors surrounding them.

“You clowns have got a lot of nerve marching through our territory like that.” One of the Warriors said to the group of Hi-Hats. The group of Hi-Hats turned around in surprise. They began to look around nervously for a way out of the alley.

“Heh, these clowns are nothing more than a bunch of wimps.” Ajax said, preparing himself for the coming fight.

All of a sudden the Hi-Hats charged at the Warriors, the Warriors were caught off guard for only a second. A Hi-Hat tried to tackle Ajax, but he was too slow. Ajax dodged his opponent and grabbed the Hi-Hat’s arm, twisting it behind the clown’s back. He pushed up on his opponent’s arm breaking it. The Hi-Hat tried to get away but Ajax leveled him with a quick punch to the Hi-Hat’s jaw. Swan was busy with another Hi-Hat, he clubbed the clown across the face with both of his fists, the Hi-Hat was knocked off balance and Swan used that small window of opportunity to finish off his opponent. Cowboy ducked a Hi-Hat’s punch and tackled him to the ground. Cowboy  was on his adversary immediately punching away with both of his fists. The other Warriors were busy fighting with the rest of the Hi-Hats when Swan walked over to the man the Hi-Hats had been mercilessly beating. The guy was a mess, he had blood all over his face, and his clothes were filthy from lying in the dirty water. Swan looked around and saw that his Warriors were successful in defeating the Hi-Hats with no casualties. He motioned for Ajax to come over to him.

“We need to get this guy inside, c’mon help me carry him back to the hangout.” Swan said. Ajax complied and helped carry the guy back towards their hangout. None of the Warriors noticed that another Hi-Hat was watching from the shadows. The silent figure slowly moved out of the shadows running back down the alley to report what had happened.

I Am Nameless
I am Nameless. I was born with one but that is of no consequence. I gave mine away to the Almighty. I am a tool of God’s Warrior, Father Josiah. I know this and I do not care. All that I care about is the destruction of these heathens. They will die by my hands, and they will die slowly. Very slowly. God shows no Mercy. Josiah shows no Mercy. I show no Mercy. -Found in the hands of a member of the street gang Josiah’s Army after the Hell’s Kitchen Massacre

Carl looked down at the lead pipe in his clenched hands. On it he had scratched in his favorite quote- "You’ve never lived until you’ve almost died" Unknown Soldier, Vietnam 1968. He liked to correct the "almost died" part of that quote. He then looked forward. Even though he was quite a bit back in the regiment due to his height he could see the masses of Hellfires that awaited destruction. "IN JOSIAH WE TRUST!" pierced the night sky, and suddenly he saw his brothers in arms charging forward.
The moment he saw only a small portion of their forces running towards the Army he knew something was wrong, and yet he still ran towards battle. Just as the two sides were about to clash, three explosions erupted in the last lines of the regiment. Carl stepped out of the streaming line of recruits to see what had happened. What he saw horrified him for two reasons. One, he saw the burning bodies of his warrior brothers. Their screams and pleas for help alerted some pedestrians to call the police. Sirens could be heard far off in the distance of the city. The next reason made him want the police to come as fast as possible.
The explosions seemed to be strategically placed underneath a group of cars on each side of the road. It caused a unholy barrier of fire, metal, and human bodies. Carl understoood what this meant. "IT'S A TRAP!" said Carl hoping General Zak, his commanding officer, would hear but by then it was too late. Members of the Hellfires began to throw down Molotov Cocktails from the rooftops of the overlooking buildings. George, a friend of Carl, attempted to run into an alleyway only to find it blocked with junk and trash. As he attempted to climb over it, a Hellfire ran up to him and stabbed him multiple times in the back. He screamed only for a moment because the Hellfire then took the knife to George's throat and began to slice and stab.
Carl looked on in horror, but whatever sympathy he had quickly melted away. Carl reasoned that George was a coward and cared only for himself. He then turned his back to his dying friend and charged the first Hellfire he saw. He took his pipe and hit the unsuspecting gang member over the head. A large gash on his head gave way to a pool of blood on the street. Carl then turned to his switchblade, and began to stab him over and over. Tears fell onto the dead face of the Hellfire as Carl began to cry, but not taking the time to stop stabbing. He cried not for the kid he just killed or for "Father Josiah", but for himself. He cried over his wasted life, and the family he had left for a life of "peace" which ended up being one of violence. Carl stopped crying and stood up over his kill. He now understood what he must do. He would go back and kill Josiah, and free his brothers from their life of servitude to a false Messiah.
A sharp pain erupted in Carl’s chest, and a mask of shock, pain, and fear masked his face. His teary eyes glanced down to the bloody dagger the was protruding from his chest. Carl heard a whisper in his ear. “ I am the Devil, and you are going to die” said the faceless voice. Carl felt the dagger being thrust into his body again and again until the fire in his eyes left him.

Josiah was confused as he saw the tattered remains of his once great army. Ten had survived what should have been an easy victory. “WHO DID THIS!” he said as he grabbed one the soldier’s neck, but he received no answer. The men who had survived what Josiah could only guess was a bloodbath seemed to be in a trance. His mind raced as he thought of every gang in New York City, and thought who would have done this. He knew the Hellfires would never have coordinated an ambush like that without help from a more powerful gang, but who? His answer came sooner then he expected as a an arrow pierced the skull of one of the survivors. The man screamed and fell to the round. On the arrow was a piece of paper. It read “ Come and get us” and on it was a bear paw with the name "The Grizzlies" written in it. Josiah’s blood boiled as his eyes scanned the page again and again. “THE GRIZZLIES? Who in the hell are the Grizzlies?” A shadow unveiled itself from the darkness covered in what seemed to be Native American ornaments and said “They are the guys who just orchestrated the bloodiest massacre New York has ever seen.”

Part Two


Cleon was sitting down on an old couch when the other Warriors came rushing into the hangout carrying an injured man. He immediately jumped up in surprise and walked over to where they had laid the man down.

“What happened Swan, did one of ours get wrecked?” Cleon asked with a concerned look on his face.

“No Warchief, we found this guy getting his head bashed in by a few Hi-Hats, we chased them off and brought him here. There’s some kind of symbol on the back of his vest but I don’t recognize it from any of the local gangs.” Swan said to Cleon.

“Hi-Hats? How many of them were there?” Cleon asked.

“About six or seven of them, we wasted every one of them. Why don’t we ask this guy why they were chasing him.” Swan said pointing to the injured man. Cleon walked over to the man and kneeled down.

“Hey man, you’re safe right now, but I need to know why those guys were chasing you.” Cleon said to the man. “Hey are you listening to me? Who were those guys and why were they after you?” The man just stared at Cleon and started moving his mouth but no sound was coming out. Cleon leaned closer to the man trying to listen, but again there was no sound.

“I think he’s in shock Warchief.” Vermin said as he walked over from where he was sitting. “Maybe the Hi-Hats will report what happened to the radio, its almost time for the news anyway.”

“Good idea soldier. Rembrandt bring that radio over here.” Cleon said to a young Warrior who was leaning up against the wall. The soldier complied and unplugged the radio, picking it off of an old crate and brought it over to where Cleon was kneeling. Rembrandt plugged it in and everyone got real quiet once they heard the DJ’s voice.

“Okay Boppers, lets get down to it, the Turnbull AC’s are making an alliance with the Van Cortlandt Rangers which has the Moon Runners ruffling their feathers. In other parts of the city the Baseball Furies had a match-up with the Hurricanes, the game was in full swing until the Hurricanes made an error and were ejected from the game. Stay safe out there boppers, adios.” The DJ’s voice gave a farewell as the next song started to play.

“Something’s not right. They would have reported something like that if they wanted this guy as badly as you say they did.” Cleon said looking up at Swan. All of a sudden the music stopped and the lights in the Warriors’ hangout went out.

“Ahh man, not again. I think we’re out of batteries for the radio too.” One of the Warriors said.

“Hold on Vermin, I don’t think it’s a blackout. Take a look out the window, the rest of the block has power. Something’s not right, Swan are you sure you wasted those Hi-Hats?” Cleon said to Swan, a grim look spreading across his face.

“Yeah Warchief, we left none standing.” Swan said to Cleon. At that moment all of the windows in the hangout exploded in a shower of glass as bricks came flying right through each one.

“Take cover!” Cleon yelled as he ducked, putting his hands over his head to protect his face from the shards of glass. “Is everyone alright?” Cleon asked once it was over.

“Yeah we’re good Warchief.” Vermin answered. Cleon stood up and looked out the window, down in the alley he saw Hi-Hats surrounding the hangout. A feeling of rage built up inside of him, but he knew that he needed to keep a level head if he was going to get his soldiers through this. All of a sudden Cleon heard glass breaking behind him, he turned around a saw that a glass jar had been thrown through one of the broken windows. A red substance leaked from the destroyed jar. Cleon knew exactly what it was, a blood pact, a sign that the Hi-Hats would fight to the death for what purpose though Cleon did not know. Cleon looked over at the injured man and he then understood why the Hi-Hats had come to Coney.

This stranger was outnumbered. He looked around at all his opponenets. They all ranged in age of 17 rs of age to 23. It sohouldn't be a probelm with him. Not all. In a matter of minutes he should have a path of broken bodies in his path. A soon to be victim rushed up to him screaming. The stranger punched the oncoming soldier in th gut and kicked him in the face causing him to fall over on the floor crying.

The assailant just stood there looking at scared faces. Taking down one of them was a breeze. Could he do the same ith all the others?

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Standing tall. The knife weilding man looked at all the corpses. He achieved his violent acts and won the fight that seemed hopeless at the beginning. He saw Titan crawling on his belly gasping for air. The bloody bowie knife was clutched tightly in the psychopaths palm. He slowly watched the struggling victim as if he was caught in a spiderweb ready to be sucked dry. The starnger played the role of the spider as Titan played the role of the helpless bug.

The man placed his boot across the poor Orphans spine. He took a look at the blade and jabbed it in the back of Titans head. Killing him instantly. He stared at the dead body under him. Feeling no sympathy. Simply cold hearted. He left the metallic instrument inside the skull of the victim and walked out the apartment like nothing happened.

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Baby bear was in his office. He was slouched over on his desk with his arms crossed. He was looking into the eyes of the same man that murdered the Orphans a few hours ago.

"You did what I told you to?" Bear asked looking at the psycho.

The man nodded his head. He gave proof by showing blood on his glove.

"Here you go." Bear slid a bag over to the guy. It was filled with money. So much. It all came from the stores and tributes from gangs. "We took our precious time stealing those tribute money from Savage huns, Van cortlandt rangers. Even beating drug dealers to a bloody pulp. So yeah. We had to get around while you were gone."

The stranger nodded his head.

"Hey since your so much of a kick ass type of guy why not be secondary warlord? I got another place down in Bronx. Far away. Thats where the other Grizzly members stay. They'll need a leader. A strong minded activist perhaps?" Bear insisted.

The man nodded his head as he took the cash of the wooden desk.

"Thanks very much. My friend. Your officially a Grizzly now." The warlord said shaking the psychos hand.

A new Warlord was added to the Grizzlies member charts. Turns out this man was russian. His name was Dragunov. A weird guy that moved to New york. The first russian immigrant to move in such a city. Well the first that Baby bear has ever seen.

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Sully walk towards the apartment. He felt happy about how this plan was going to work out. Sadly hours have passed and he wonders what  is going on. Has Titan came back yet? Sully opens the door to enter the building. That smile on his face has turned upside down.

He witness the corpses of his soldiers. His eyes widen and his heart starts to beat out of his chest.

"NO! WHO THE F*CK DID THIS?" He yells and runs away from the building.

His guinea pig, Titan was slain. That means his plans have been corrupted. No more ideas. The Grizzilies were one step ahead of the Orphans. Thats for sure.

END!!

Part Three


The Warriors had moved the injured man to a small room that didn’t have any windows and Cleon told Swan and Rembrandt to stay right by the man in case there was any trouble.

“Fox, you’re my best scout and I need you to sneak out and round up as many Warriors as you can, these Hi-Hats are serious and I need every soldier I can get.” Cleon said to one of the Warriors.

“No problem Warchief, I’ll do my best to get by them.” Fox said to Cleon.

“Alright, we’ll provide a distraction so you can slip through. I’m counting on you to bring reinforcements.” Cleon said to his scout. “Alright boys, we’re going to provide a distraction for the Fox to go get us some help. We’re going to show these clowns what we’re made.”

Cleon led his Warriors outside to the alleys, the Hi-Hats were there in full force, staring at them as they made their way through the doorway. Cleon had a bad feeling about this idea, but he needed to give Fox a window so he could get them some help.

“Do you see any windows Fox?” Cleon whispered to Fox.

“Yeah, I think I’ll be able to make it through, just keep those Hi-Hats away from that alley to the left and I’ll be fine.” Fox whispered back to Cleon.

“Ok soldier, we’re counting on you. I’m not sure how long we’ll be able to hold out, but we’ll do our best.” Cleon said to his scout. “Warriors, lets show these Hi-Hats whose turf this is!” Cleon yelled as he ran towards the nearest Hi-Hat.

The rest of the Warriors followed Cleon into the fight smashing into the group of Hi-Hats catching the invaders by surprise. Cleon was busy dodging punches from one of the Hi-Hats, he saw that his opponent was quick but Cleon was faster. Cleon used his forearm to block a punch and brought his other fist up catching the Hi-Hat in the jaw. The gang member reeled back and collapsed to the ground. Cleon looked around and saw that a few of his soldiers were down already. He saw Fox out of the corner of his eye, the scout was sticking to the shadows and heading towards the alley. Cleon looked over and saw Ajax  fighting with a tall Hi-Hat, his fellow Warrior needed no help. Cleon looked back to where Fox had been hiding and saw that his scout had been able to get away safely. Cleon knew that he was fighting a losing battle and that they had already given Fox a window to escape.

“Warriors! Fall back to the hideout now!” Cleon yelled, his soldiers running back to the entranceway. Cleon stood by the door and waited for his soldiers to get safely inside. The Hi-Hats gave chase and once the last Warrior had gotten through the door Cleon closed it and bolted it shut.

“Someone drag that couch over here now!” Cleon ordered as he felt the door being pushed by the Hi-Hats on the other side. A few of the soldiers reacted and quickly pushed the couch in front of the door. “Alright how many did we lose out there?” Cleon asked. He counted heads really quick seeing that there were seven missing. He felt saddened at the loss of those soldiers, he looked at the rest of the group. “I know we lost a few guys, but we need to stay focused. These Hi-Hats want us dead and we need to stay alive until Fox comes back with reinforcements. I need everyone to block the doorways so we can buy Fox as much time as we can. Understood soldiers?” Cleon asked.

“Yes Warchief!” The Warriors responded. Cleon turned and looked at the doorway silently hoping that Fox wouldn’t take too long to return with help.

Part 4

Cleon was bored waiting around the hangout. Every now and then the Hi-hats would try to break through the barricaded doors but their attempts were unsuccessful. Cleon looked over at the injured man laying on a blanket on the floor, he had become unconscious and Cleon knew that they needed to get this guy some help. Cleon had looked at the symbol on the back of the man’s vest but he didn’t know what it meant. The only thing that Cleon could get from the symbol was that the man must have been a gang member, a soldier just like the Warriors. Cleon looked around the hangout and saw the other Warriors patching up the cuts and bruises they had gotten from the fight earlier. Cowboy was sitting on the floor against the wall half asleep, his old Stetson sitting in his lap. Ajax was jabbing at thin air, trying to keep himself entertained. Vermin was talking with Cochise and another Warrior. They were joking and laughing even though they were facing a dangerous situation. Snow was leaning against the wall a serious look on his face, every now and then he looked out the window, each time a frown crossed his face when he went back to leaning against the wall. Cleon had looked outside a couple of time and knew why Snow was frowning, the Hi-Hats had called up reinforcements and had surrounded the entire hangout. The Hi-Hats had been doing a good job at hiding in the shadows though, Cleon could only guess their numbers because he only saw them right before they tried to attack the building again.

“Hey Warchief, how many of them do you think are out there?” Snow asked, looking at Cleon.

“I’m not sure soldier, I can only guess. There must be thirty or forty of them out there. I just hope Fox come back with help real soon. Those barricades won’t hold forever.” Cleon said.

“What are we going to do then, Warchief?” Snow asked.

“I’m not sure but I think I’m going to move that injured man up to the next floor, we’ll just keep moving up until help arrives.” Cleon replied. There was a loud cracking sound as one of the doors gave way. “Warriors! Defend the hangout, Snow help Swan move the injured one upstairs!” Cleon said as he rushed towards the broken barricade. A few Warriors were already trying to repel the invaders when Cleon got over there. He grabbed an old chair leg and started swinging it at any Hi-Hat that tried to get through. While Swan and Snow carried the injured man up the stairwell the barricade started to break apart as more Hi-Hats broke through. Cleon watched two more Warriors fall to the ground while fighting off the invaders. The rest of the Warriors retreated to the stairs with Cleon out front trying to give his soldiers more time to escape. He watched a few more of his Warriors fall as he retreated to the stairs, swinging the chair leg as a club and knocking back any Hi-Hat who dared come close. Finally the surviving Warriors retreated up the stairs and Cleon bolted the door feeling the Hi-Hats trying to break through.

“Hurry up and bring some stuff over here! This door won’t hold by itself, grab whatever you can find.” Cleon said to the remaining Warriors. He saw that Cochise, Vermin, Cowboy, Rembrandt and Ajax were still around, but the newblood that was joking with Vermin just a few minutes ago didn’t make it along with others. Cleon saw that out of his original group of fifteen, only nine remained. He was upset about losing so many soldiers in one night but he still had hope that Fox would bring in reinforcements.
The door was barricaded and Cleon knew that it was only a matter of time until the Hi-Hats broke through this barricade. He looked out the window and saw that the sun was beginning to rise. Fox had been gone for four hours and Cleon was beginning to believe that his scout had been caught by the Hi-Hats. He looked around at the other Warriors, they each had tired looks on their faces. He nodded at them knowing that each one would fight to the death to defend their turf, he then looked at the injured man and knew that if they didn’t get help soon he would die. Cleon heard a noise behind him and saw the barricade start to move.

“Warriors! Defend the hangout, give them everything you got.” Cleon said as he prepared himself for the final battle.


Fox had trouble with getting away from the hangout, he had accidentally stumbled across three Hi-Hats who were on patrol and had spent the better part of an hour and a half hiding from them. Once he gave them the slip he started looking for more Warriors. He had only found about six or seven by the arcade but after rounding them up they had found another four Warriors sitting on a bench. Fox told them what was going on and they jumped to their feet instantly. Fox then walked over to one of the bars nearby and found another six sitting around the bar. He was told by one of the Warriors he had found at the bar that a couple patrols were out and maybe if they found them they would have a good number. After an hour of searching Fox finally had a force of twenty-five Warriors he then led them back to the hangout. Upon arriving at the hangout Fox saw that there only a few Hi-Hats were outside. He sent a few soldiers to silently take them out and waited till the coast was clear. Once the lookouts had been disposed of Fox led ten Warriors up to the doorway, the rest he had sent to the other entrances. Fox saw the splintered door and instantly he felt his heart drop. He feared the worst and hoped that they hadn’t been too late. He stepped over the broken barricade and looked inside, he quickly motioned for the rest of the Warriors to follow. He found a few more Hi-Hats inside and after a quick rumble the invaders were defeated.

“Okay guys, I don’t know how many Hi-Hats there are standing around but we’re going to wreck every single one of them.” Fox said to his group of Warriors. “This is unforgivable and they’re going to pay for what they’ve done.”

“Alright Fox, we’re right behind you one hundred percent.” One of the Warriors piped up. They continued to move through the hangout and were met by a group of Hi-Hats in the main room of the hangout. Fox quickly tackled one to the ground and began to knee the clown in the side. Fox looked around and saw the rest of his group doing battle with the rest of the Hi-Hats. He watched one Warrior throw an uppercut to one of the invaders and watched the Hi-Hat fall to the ground in a heap. Another Warrior was trading punches with a skinny Hi-Hat but finally got the better of his opponent, the Hi-Hat spinning around right into the wall, knocking himself out.

After the fight Fox looked around and saw no traces of Cleon or any of the other Warriors. He finally noticed the second destroyed barricade on the stairwell and motioned for the rest of the Warriors to follow. The stairs were littered with the bodies of wasted Hi-Hats, Fox was beginning to get that sinking feeling that Cleon and the others hadn’t survived. He quickly ran up the stairs expecting to see the broken body of his leader and close friends. When he reached the top of the stairs he saw more Hi-hats strewn about on the floor, he walked into the room to the left and saw the remaining survivors. Cleon was sitting on the floor against the wall with Ajax and Swan standing nearby. Cochise was helping Vermin wrap up a cut on his arm while Rembrandt stared at the wall. Cowboy was standing by the door and his face lit up when he saw Fox.

“Oh man is it good to see you guys, we thought you were another group of Hi-Hats who had come to finish us off.” Cowboy said with a grin.

“I thought I arrived with help too late, is everyone alright?” Fox asked.

“Yeah we’re here, I’m glad you guys came, but I can’t say the same for the stranger. He died a half-hour ago from shock, we interrogated one of the Hi-Hats but he wouldn’t’ tell us anything. Lets clear out these bodies and try to get everything back together. I want this soldier buried with honor, this unknown soldier has taught me that even though the odds look bad we can overcome any foe. We’ll never know his name or where he came from but even in death he has taught us a valuable lesson.” Cleon said. After their hangout had been cleared out and cleaned up a bit the Warriors laid the mystery soldier to rest, the only marker a cross with “Unknown Soldier” etched in it with a knife. Cleon looked back at the grave as he walked away remembering what he had learned from that great battle against the Hi-Hats.

THE END

I hereby declare this round of the contest closed. However, I am not going to judge today seeing as how I only slept for three hours and am unable to concentrate on much of anything. I shall begin judging tomorrow.

Now I'll be on edge all night wondering  :doubt: