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hi dudes well me and union_jack have decided to make a fan-fic and have bin discussing it for days and we have decided to write it in first person and do two people and tell thier story in each chapter, you'll find out what characters we are using when we post the chapters, oh and hop you like it, enjoy!!

When I Was A Moonrunner

Chapter 1 - Rembrandt

I was just a kid, three years younger than I am now. I guess looking back I didn't know much about gang life – but I wasn't exactly on the right side of the law. It was one run-in with the cops that set me on my path to being a Warrior, but there was a few stops on the way.

The Bronx 20th July 1976, 2.35am

My heart was racing. I was almost worried my heartbeat would give me away in the still night air - the winter chill going right through my denim jacket. I tried to get my hands steady. I had  adrenaline pumping through me, topped off with the endless cups of coffee I'd drunk, in my mom's apartment to get myself ready.
The train yard was a creepy place at night. Full of shadows and empty ghosts of trains. Every now and then noises would break through the air – breaking glass? Footsteps? - and I'd stop in my tracks unsure whether it was the cops or another gang or whatever else. I wondered why I put myself through this test. Graffiti was my life. Growing up with no money it was all I could do to make something of myself. I started off small, throwups, racking spray to master my handstyles and now I was back at the trainyard with a design I'd been working on, unable to sleep till I got it just right. This was gonna be it.
I pulled out the piece of paper, from my jeans. It was wrinkled up and thin where I'd erased each line a hundred times. My tag was Rembrandt and I'd drawn it out in spiralling wildstyle. Looking at it I was ready to go and without so much as looking behind me I began. Nerves all gone now. The base was up pretty quick then the outline bouncing off the shapes of the letters. I pulled the next can out of my shoulder bag and began the detail. Steady strokes, I was in the zone. There was nothing but the piece. I stood staring at the it, finished. By tomorrow this would be all-city.
Before it had time to sink in, I heard the cops.
“You son of a bitch. GET OVER HERE, YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!” I saw their silhouette in the dim trainyard lights and they ran into the darkness, straight for me. I sprinted as fast as I could, one last look – REMBRANDT – and I was gone. I ran about 300 yards in and out of dead trains and then ducked behind a one of them, deep into the shadows. I tried to catch my breath.
“Gotcha, you little punk. We're taking you in.” He grabbed my shoulder. Panicking, I pulled out my paint and sprayed him right in the face, fists clenched. He screamed, “You little shit! Aagh!”
With my other hand I punched him square in the jaw, knocking him down. He was curled up on the ground, groaning. I'd never done something like that, I didn't know I was really capable.
That's the last I remember. The other cop must knocked me out, from behind. Like a sucker.

I woke up in a cell and bleary-eyed I saw the cop who wrecked me talking, all soft, to my mom. She saw me open my eyes and frowned at me.
“He's a little vandal, Miss Sanchez” he said to her, mocking me with a smug smile.
“Is he...” she replied cooly.
She bailed me out and I was relieved. Then she turned to me with a look that could kill.
“This is it Marcelino. I've had enough of you acting like some hood. You think I can afford to pull you outta the cells, like this? I shoulda left you in there. Some son of mine you are.”
I pleaded with her but wasn't having it and I soon realised I was out, on my own, in the Bronx. I was scared. I wondered the streets, I had $8 on me. I figured I should keep myself awake till morning to be safe. I bought some more coffee and strolled out, into the streetlight shivering and jittering from the caffeine at the same time. I felt myself start to cry, my eyes burned, but I wasn't gonna break. I was angry. I wandered, fists clenched, through the streets. I was looking for trouble. I didn't care.

this is my part!!

when i was a moonrunner
chapter 2-bullet
the bronx

For me gang life was easier  to bare then the life i already had.i was eighteen years old, still young,fresh.... i had no father i knew,my mother had died when i was young. i got put into care.i met my girlfriend cassandra and once i was eighteen moved in with her. i had been living with her for 3months when she kicked me out for joining a gang, the week before , and not "paying attention to her" as she had put it. this is my story of when i was a moonrunner!!

"Honey what are you doing, just calm down and we can talk this through" i had said softly. it was cassandra- she was kicking me out for joining a gang on the exact week it was our girlfriend and boyfriend anniversary, i ended up not buying her nothin and now she was kicking me out for it.
"No jake i dont wanna hear it! you didnt even give me anything all week and plus i am not having a man who is in a gang. maybe some slutty girl will take ya when your having your little victory-gang party's but not me jake!" she was throwing my clothes and stuff out of the window. i was starting to get pissed off and i BLEW!!
"YOU EXPECT ME TO ALWAYS GIVE YA SOMETHIN ON OUR SHITTY ANIVERSARY BUT Y'KNOW WHAT? I WONT BECOS ALL YOU DO IS MOAN ON FOR THIS 700 DOLLAR RING AND WHO DO YOU THINK I AM? MISTER MONEY-BAGS" she started to feel sorry for feel sorry for me but being that age i wasd having none of it.
"oh im sorry honey i shouldnt-"
"NO cassandra no apoligies ok-listen i grew up in an orphanage, in the slums of tremont and you expect me to pull out money for a stupid ring, well fuck it".
it got all hectic and we started screaming at each other then this peddy shouted" hey you son-of-a-bitch", by then cassy had closed the window and i ran up to the dude and grabbed him then pushed him into a dark-alley and said"what did you just say?", he was shitting himself"nothin man, i didnt say nothin"!
"oh yes you did and now your going to get knocked out punk!" he screamed as i punched him and i grabbed a trash-can and knocked him out cold!!
i knew i couldnt go back to cassandra now, so i got my stuff off the street and walked through the errie, pitch-black night and was making my way to the old, run-down train-yard- my hanout, the moonrunners hangout....!!

  This is a great story so far. I think im gonna re buy the warriors for the thousandth time. GREAT JOB!!!! 

This is good, guys. A collaboration is a really good idea, and both of your chapters have been really good. Looking forward to seeing some background information on both Rembrandt and the Moonrunners.

Pray continue, this story is good and has great potential. 

just thought id bump this up if anyone needed to read these before ch3/4