Edge's Story
Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 2:57 am
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)
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)