The Punks- Hard love and lose

[Baby Bear]

                                                        Chapter 1

The Bowery subway was isolated and quiet but one lost soul came running down the platform like he saw a ghost. He shot through the cold corridor inhaling and exhaling the atmosphere. The young man was caucasian and telling from his jacket he belonged with a gang called The Big Trains. Everytime he looked back he could see shadows gracefully swaying side to side with a blunt object in hand. The cold air started to stirke his oxygen aching lungs. The train wasn't coming for some reason. In a instant he heard laughs coming from behind him and in front of him. He has been ambushed.

Suddenly he trips and falls slamming his chest against the cold platform concrete. A bad and vicious aura is circling infront of him. He slowly pulls up his head to see two guys wearing rugged overalls. He turned his head to see a couple of more guys with overalls alos. One of them was on rollerskates. One wielded a baseball bat. They looked down upon the young man who had no sense in recovering from his fall.

"Take this piece of sh*t to the morgue." The guy in skates whispered.

The guy with the bat was adorned in a orange striped shirt. He was african american mixed with nativce american. He rose the bat over the guys head and brought it down with force. One strike and a small crack can be heard coming from the victims skull. He was dead.

"Whoa Charles you killed a guy." One bystander said.

"What a coincedeince this ain't the first time." Charles repleid as he put the bat on his shoulder.

The guy with the skates stood still and stared at the dead body." Lets get rid of it. Put it on the tracks and let the train get rid off the left overs."

"No probelm, Vance." Charles said.

The guys carried the corpse onto the tracks and let the whole night pass hoping the transit transportation will mop it up quickly. The cops have been getting on them about it and they definately don't want any static against the fuzz.

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The Manhattan tenements were filled with residents. A peaceful place to live at the time. Not slumly compared to East Harlem and Harlem. In these apartments a woman named Bethany resided for the time so he can get back on her feet and get more money from her minimum wage job. Well she has a boyfriend that is in a gang so don't you think he's being quite stingy? She sat at her table combing her long brown hair in the mirror. She was Caucasian. She put the comb on the dresser as the thought of her boyfriend comes to mind.

She gets up from the table and goes over to the phone. She picks it up and calls her boyfriends cell phone number. After waiting for a good five seconds nobody picks up. All she can hope is that he isn't dead and partying with whores and end up with AIDS/HIV which was starting to spread like a epidemic compared to what the news informed her with. Bethany sat on the couch and thought about it. What can he be doing?
She decided to call up her friend Rayna.

"Rayna you there?"

"Yes im here. What's up?"

"Have you seen Caleb? Have you heard from him?"Bethany asked.

"Well he told me he was going to see you.As soon as he was dropped off in Bowery he hung up."

"Really? Whats taking him? Did he change his mind?"

"Im not sure."

"Thank you. See ya later."

Bethany hangs up. She sits back on the couch rocking back and forth. She turns on the television and channels to the News. Apparently they were airing a incident that happened last night in Bowery. Bethany gets interested in the situation and puts a certain expression on her face. She leans over a pillow that comfort her stomach to get a closer look at a picture that was hosted on the screen. Her jaw drops in surprise. Oh no. Thats Caleb. He's dead!

She turns off the TV and throws the remote on the floor. She starts to shed a tear and hide her face in the pillow. She was informed that he was ran over by a train and his body was hardly recognizeable. It had something to do with gang violence. The only gang that claimed turf down there was The Punks. So they had to be the killers.

Their sick tricks have been revealed due to the cops getting tired of the repititive misuse of transportation. What will Bethany do?

Chapter 2....Coming Soon!

[Cowboy Is Cool]

Damn man! I feel bad for Bethany! Great first chapter!

And hmm... a black Punk named Charles.... could it be?

[ajax the warrior]

Great fan fiction baby bear good work keep it up.

[Swan 1979]

I like it wow Bethany what a bad night she would be having.I'm excited to read what happens next.

[Baby Bear]

                                                    Chapter 2

Bethany strutted down the Bowery subway. She had no sign of fear on her face at all. She was calm since she had her fathers .357 magnum tucked in her fishnet under her black leather skirt. Her black coat was adjusted just fine to keep her warm and hide her nervous heartbeat. She knew The Punks can smell fear.
She walked in the back of the station and  stood in the doorway of the hideout. She peered inside the darkness.

"BOO!" A punk yelled trying to scare her."Looks like we got some tail walkin' around here. Vance call for you?Or was it Charles?"he asked putting his hands in his overalls.

"Uh..yeah..They wanted me." She said with uncertainty. She obeserved the childish behavior the guy pulld off.

"Come on in babe!"

He escorted her inside. There were many men in rugged jean overalls playing pool, playing a pac-man arcade game or working out. She was led to the office. Vance and Charles were sitting on the table talking.Their conversation was now interuppted by the presence of Bethany.

"Well..where you come from?" Charles asked.

Bethany was speechless. She wanted to pull out the magnum and shoot them right now.

"Don't worry about it. We can use a little p*ssy."

Charles smirked." After I killed a guy right on the subway platform? It sounds like a planned celebration to me." Charles approaches Bethany.

What a surprise. She has a small razor slipping from her coat sleeve and into her palm. Charles puts his arm around her while Vance watches.She feels uncomfortable. She plants her palm on the Punks cheek and pulls it down. Charles falls back and puts his hand over his face. A deep cut was stationed on his cheek therefore he began to draw blood like crazy. He yelled in pain.

Vance quickly grabbed Bethany making her drop the bloodstained razor. She tried to break free from the hold by kicking and screaming but nothing happened. As the kicking and screaming went on the firearm fell out of her fishnet stockings.

Charles removed his hands from his face regardless of pain. He saw the gun and retrieved it. He opened the chamber and emptied the bullets. He's just acting like nothing happened. The warlord looked over at him."What about it?"

"I guess so. Lets do it."

Outside the office. Screams of pleasure can be heard. But in those there was a pleading of stop, help me, and please don't. The two men got their satifaction as Bethany was on a couch in a trance. She was raped.Such a sad sitauation. No sign of blood but a small hence of semen was on the pillows.
It looks like she wasn't strong enough.

The End.

[Cowboy Is Cool]

Damn man, that was a really downbeat ending, but I liked it! I can actually imagine the Punks being like that too, really brutal and uncaring.