The Demons. NOW NEWER!!!!!!!

[warrior9721]

I made up "The Demons" as a gang...i felt there needed a little more to stories...hope ya' like it! and here's some background first,

MEMBERS:

Frankie: Leader, good with a knife.
Cobra: Tagger
Kleet: Scout, 2nd in command.
Stitch: Car-guy, 3rd in Command
Boots: Heavy-mucle, girl magnet.
Jackie: Frankie's Girl, supplies them with cash.
Youk: Main-charicter
TP: New-Blood, Trouble Maker

TURF:

When the Bobbers were elminated by The Warriors, three days after the meeting, The Demons came in.

UNIFORMS:

Black T-shirts, Jeans, with Red-wrist bands and Purple Converse. (COLORS: Dark Purple, Red, and Sky Blue.)

I rolled the cheap paint stick up and down the walls of the "New" hangout, our other one was ruined by theTurnbulls when we were on patrol. Now we were based on the third floor of: Sunny's Shades, Apartment: 3
Frankie didn't do much in his bean bag chair but order us to toss him beers out of the red and black fridge that Cobra decorated with a few cans. And twiddle with his knife, cutting his own fingers in the process. Suddenly, Kleet busted in through the newly painted door, knocking a bucket over and perminatly turning the light brown hard-wood floor into stained, creeky, rotted wood.
"Warlord, we gotta' situation!" he yelled.
Frankie nugged him into the back-room
as soon as they creeked the door half-shut, TP put down his brush and used his pinky to silently open it,
I wasn't intentioly listening, but it didn't hurt to, either. Noises were faint but i could make out some things.
"our patrols said...that we can't...because the pigs are..." Kleet said, and so i moved to a better position.
"Ask Jackie for some green, that's it for damage, as for them...We'll leave it to the New-bloods." I quickly got back to my before postion, Frankie came out, Kleet grabbed a beer and left.
"Alright, TP, Youk, you two get down to the street...round up the guys, make 'em all get back here, don't mess with no gangs, not one, you got it?"
We nodded.
"And, Youk, you got command."
I nodded and walked out of the apartment,
I walked down the thin hall-way, Kleet was making out with a girl i haven't seen yet, i walked by, but TP started at them like it's new or something.
When we got to the stairs and began to walk TP yelled:
"Man! We gonna' be like dat' soon, man. Real, Real, REAL soon, Man!" He repeated.
"Yeah, can't wait to kiss some random girl off the street...Tp, All you need for that, is a wad of a cash, Money-loving and the skill of sucking d*** will do the rest."
"Screw ya' then, I'm gonna' find some fine chick for me to spend the rest of my life with...i know it, I feel it!" he yelled.
"uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh..." i pretended to listen, "Whatever you're looking for...Money ll' buy it." I said silently
"What ev', I'll show you, I'll show you, Kleet, and Frankie!" he yelled.
"Sure, don't bust a gut, Newbie!" i said, as i patted him.

We walked outside, A mess! people were running, Naked, Dead, Cops lay shot on street corners!
No wonder, the New-bloods got stuck with this...no wonder.

I feel my story is a bit sour, Leave comments, but also tips on the storyline and the Demons, Thanks!

[ajax the warrior]

Great fan fic mate you make some great storys love reading them cant wait for chapter 2.

[Luther828]

This is another great story!
About tips on your gang and storyline, maybe, because of the gang's name, you should make Frankie more of a dark, shifty character. Who doesn't talk much and has evil thoughts.
Just my opinion. Go with whatever u like.
Can't wait for the next chapter!

[The Jewish Juggernaut]

JEEEEZUM GUY!!!!! You got 3 stories goin on at once, and they aren't bad man. You better be in the next fan fic comp

[warrior9721]

Okay, Luther828 I'll try to make him more like that, and JJ i will be in it  . And Ajax The Warrior thanks 4 ur post.

On another note, here's my Chapter. Hope ya' like it!

A loud burst of thunder followed by trinkles of rain, pushed everyone into submission.
Me and TP were still freaked by the mess that was in the process of being either made worse, or mopped up!
We were frozen, obsurving the lifestyle, A random kid with a baseball bat beat the hell out of a cop with a nightstick, Two partners were firing on whoever there was, bodies littered thier path, A Riff was elbowing the face of a Turnbull to death. And furies, as silent as they had been, were now stumbiling along, clinching they're shot stomachs, blood pouring on the sidewalk behind them, and were shreiking for an ambulance, but there was none.
"Let's find the guys!" i yelled to TP, through the comotion.
"I heard that." TP gulped, we tried to make our approach silent. If the Demons were strung up in this, it's not gonna' be easy retrieveing them.
We ran down a couple of blocks, where the fight had been, and still was. A familier voice clashed behind us.
"BOOTS!" TP yelled and pointed.
Sure enough, there Boots was taking on three un-bruised Riffs.
"They're gonna' shread him, let's get in to that." i whisspered to TP, who was shaking rapidly.
I charged full speed at one of them,
and kneed him square in the back, sure enough he fell to his knees, where Boots punched him in the fore-head, then threw a nod my way, The next one kicked Tp in the nose, who fell to the ground in pain.
Boots enraged to the point his face turned a sick shade of red.
He ran and jabbed the man countlessly in the throat, then picked up his body, and tossed it behind him, he growled to the third, who ran off in a hurry.
"Yeah man, **** the Riffs!" Boots yelled, getting the rest of his madness by swearing to the person of which he nearly killed.
After, he grabbed TP by the hand, "Teep, sorry bout' that i shoulda' watched ya'!" Boots yelled.
"Ye-Yeah, It's okay." Tp said, he was suprised, after hitting the weights every week he still was enough of a weakling to get thrashed by one kick!
"Frankie said we should round us all up and meet him back at the apartment, the town's gone to hell." i said.
"No ****, Sherlock." Boots remarked.
"Yeah sure, where's Cobra and Stich?" i asked.
"Stich's at the hospital." Boots said.
"What happened?" i asked.
"Nothin', he's hot-wiring ambulances, and Cobra was workin' on a burner down on Third Street Station on one of the trains." Boots said.
"That's where we'll start, this'll go quick if we split up, I got Cobra, you two get down to the hospital, meet at the apartment." I said...regretting my dessicion.
"Got it, Warlord." mocked, Boots. as he walked away, I realized, Third Street Station's platform must've been soaked up by the fuzz as soon as the riot started! Uhhhh-ohhh. I said to myself...uhhhh-ohhh.

Chapter 3

As soon as Boots and TP were out of sight, i darted down Fourth, turned across sixth, back-alleyed it to fith, and ran to Third.
The street was empty aside from the usual bums, shaking they're plastic cups for change, the sirens were completely echos, and the sub-way station appeared from the fog.
It seemed deserted, seeing as the sign of which used to read: "THIRD STREET STATION", now was a mess of letters from diffrent gangs, the fight must've been here, on top of the entire mess a large purple: "D". Cobra was here.
I silently and slowly walked down the steps, which were wet from the two-minute rain that struck this area.
The only sound was the echoing of my foot-steps along the empty platform, no pigs yet, but soon...real soon, i guarteed myself.
When, i finally reached the platform, only arrested JSBs were neatly in a row, on the ground, abandoned.
none said anything, only stared at me...and struggled wit the tight metal bracelets.
"Hey, You!" I heard, that's when things went wrong.
A Cop pointed me out to his buddy, "Demons" he whisspered to him.
still, i played it cool.
"So you like tagging signs, do ya'?" The Brooklyn cop asked me, he twirrled his nightstick.
"No, Sir. I'm just lookin' for my bud, then we're gettin' outta' this."
"Not if Cheif's got somethin' to say bout' it" he said, reaching for his cuffs.
I shook my head rapidly, they got closer, that sick **** was pleased to see me scare.
Suddenly, A chain wrapped around his neck, he gargled with his spit, the hold was so tight...Cobra.
The other whacked Cowbra with his nightstick, not doing anything but make him flinch.
I grabbed the man's throat and punched his eye until it was more than black and bloody.
Finally, i kicked him where no man wanted to be kicked, and threw him to the floor.
Cobra had choked the man to a "passing out" state, and spray-painted a "D" on his chest in Purple.
"That was terrific, Youk!" Cobra yelled as he slapped hands with me.
"Yeah, this ****'s getting heavy, Frankie want's all of us back, Pronto." I said seriously.
"Alright, I bombed three of these trains, I'm talkin' biug burners, let's split fore' more show up." he realized.
Walking back wasn't a problem, the fight had continued down the street and more sirens echoed, still, men lay in it's path, bloddy and for some...dead. Boots, TP, and Stich arrived excatly when we did...none of us reviewed what we saw, for it was worse than anything...WAR was the only three letter word that could ever in the history of man-kind explain this attrosty. BLODDY WAR.

[warrior9721]

oh, and i forgot to say...yes comments are welcome of all kinds, tips to. Blah, Blah, Blah . And also, if anyone wants to use the Demons anywhere at all, you can, i need more people to influance the name of them so they get big. Thanks, and enjoy my new two chapters, I will post more very soon!

[warrior9721]

I busted into the apartment, "Frankie, we got trouble, I-" Frankie shushed me, for he was on the phone with Jackie. "Yeah, Jackie...no, Youk just innterupted...yeah...yeah, he always had been...always will be...yeah...well, Honey, that's bad news for our operation...no need to vist...really Jackie the streets are...i know you got mace, I-...No!...alright...have fun at your mom's...okay...love you...i will! Okay, alright, bye now." he hung it up the boasted:
"******* stupid ***** of a son of a *****!" he threw the phone at the TV, which luckily was held" by cable, and swung back, and him him in the leg, where he stomped on it until it broke.
"Rough day, Warlord?" Boots sarcasticly asked.
"say it again...booty, And I'll rip out your eye sockets!" warned Frankie.
"hold it, boss. What happened?" Stitch asked.
"Jackie's pullin' outta' the gang, says her mother had a talk...if she asks, we ain't togetha' no more. Someone should whip the **** outta' that **** of a mother!" his face lit up,
"The streets is calmin' down ain't they, Cobra?" he asked.
"more or less, why?"
"Gives me an idea..."
Kleet busted in, "Four of our new-bloods just called from the park. They're trapped they'res Turnbulls by the ****** hundreds!"
Frankie rubbed his eyes, "Kleet, get down there...take Stitch, Cobra and Youk."
"Wait, Wait, wait...i want to finish those racist bald-headed *****!" Boots yelled.
"You gonna' have to wait...hope you and TP good at paitin', it's gonna' be your job for the next hour or so!"
he handed him the paint-stick. "Ah, Fu-!" he stopped himself, "Oh, Fudge...berries."
Stitch chuckled.
"Then what are you gonna' do, Frankie?" he asked.
"It's warlord...and the most important of all."
"Which is sittin' on you're *** sippin' beers?"
"no, sittin' on my *** sippin' beers, and gettin' our funds back in motion."
"With what? a can of lite beer?"
"No, a phone...which i wuz' gonna' fix, but since you pulled that stunt, you earned yourself a day at the tools, brotha'."
The rest chuckled, except for TP.
"**** all of you!" Boots yelled.
"You mean fudge-berry us?" Stitch mumbled.
"Who made that comment? you, Youk?" he asked.
i shrugged, and held back the laughter.
"Stop wastin' time, guys, go find those boys."
"HA!" mocked Boots.
"Shut the **** up, macho-man, and start fixxin'!" Frankie ordered.
we were already, at the street...waiting.

Boots was mean...deadly...i felt almost that if he minipulated TP enough, they'd turn on him!"

[warrior9721]

Please Reply! Giv me tips!

The streets weren't clean, nor dirty. Just...mild. No big fights were clashing, except for the one that never ended...police.
"****, the cops must be lookin' to kill anyone matching." Stitch said,
"It's almost impossible to reach the park..." he thought for a moment,
"uh, Kleet, i don't mean to sound like a...Boots. But, they just the local transit 5$ rent a cop from the warehouse, they ain't trained or nothin'." Cobra said.
"They carry cuffs?"
"Huh?"
"The Transit cops, they carry cuffs?"
"I guess...I mean, I ain't no pig, Kleet."
" i know that. If we can have our finger-tips on those bracelets, it may be a step towards those boys at the park. Cobra and Youk, you two elbow those ***** into submission...Me and Stitch ll' come from behind...go."
As soon as we walked across the street both men drew thier night-sticks...like a joust or something.
"So...you guys a big gang now? put on your big boy pants and play with the boys in blue?" The fat one said...chewing on tobacco.
"Dumb-**** pig. Don't you know us? are tags are up in Harlem...everywhere!" Cobra yelled.
"Sorry, I haven't seen 'em." The skinny one said, grinding his yellow teeth.
"Really...I just laid one down on the back of you're mother's house last Friday-"
"Watch it, kid." the Fat one said.
"Yeah...I'm suprised. Tubbys like you...ones who can't go to the bathroom proberly, uselly needs our services to fix up some bulleys heads...and as for Skinny McSlim, over here. Better pack on some meat to your fingers, there. They're all bone!"
"Hey, Vin...no secret this ***-**** can talk the talk, but can he walk the walk?" The fat one said, spitting the tobacco on the ground.
"No, P-lease Officers! We didn't mean anything by it! Just some jokes, Lard-***!" I yelled in his face.
"THAT'S IT, YOU ******* PUNKS ARE DEAD!" he reached his night-stick high in the air, ready to strike, ready to whack me out!
I shut my eyes, tight. Nothing, I opened one, to see the fat one's hand hovering above my forehead, and Kleet's hand griping on his arm like tape.
"******* Hoods!" he yelled.
"Really, that's intresting, Fatso...You know what's more interesting?" he yelled, he squeezed the man's arm so hard, i thought the bone was about to pop out his hand, he dropped the nightstick...it wasn't on the ground to long.
"You Demon, ****!" The other yelled, he bashed Kleet on the head with his nightstick so hard, it broke in half, he didn't enjoy his hit for more than three seconds.
Cobra spray-painted him to his knees,
And i upper-cutted/Night-stick-ed his *** before he hit the ground.
Kleet was out cold, and the officer now had a gun to his throat.
"Holy Hell! I didn't know these rent-a-cops carried guns!"
"Ever since, tonight, we were armed to the teeth, you hood. Now I'm about to finish his ***!"
everything was basiclly slow for me, he cocked the gun, moved it to his throat, rubbed the trigger and...
No sound.
I opened my eyes, Stitch spit on the cop's possibly dead body.
He had smashed him in the head with a half-empty beer bottle.
And Kleet didn't know what was happening.
He was out since the guard had bashed into him.
"Oh my ******* god!" Cobra panicked.
"You  killed a ******* transit cop, Stitch. You kill-addicted...hood!"
"I'm the hood? I didn't get lost in a Sub-way!"
"I didn't Get lost at a hospital!"
This went on for a long...cold time.
"ENOUGH!" i yelled, my voice echoed across the streets.I reached down and grabbed the cuffs off both of thier belts.
"You? Youk? are going with the plan."
I shurugged.
"Cobra, get Kleet back to Frankie, meet us in the park."
Cobra didn't fight, he dragged along Kleets body, until he wasn't visible, around the corner.
I picked up the gun...spun the cartridge and stuck it behind me,
"You think they're still alive?" Stitch asked.
"Here's Hoping. And now, we got a noise-maker to shoo the pigeons off the ledge."
"What about the bodies?" Stitch asked.
"Drag them in a back-alley, put 'em in a dumpster...People eat that Murder **** up."
I took my new, color-ful Zippo and lit a cigar i found in the man's pocket, screw Frankie. I was king.
Stitch didn't argue, nor did Cobra. If those boys were still alive we needed lots of help, though, this night was hell's Vacation house so far, I began to grow apart of it...i had a head for this business. Finally, Something to go up on, Cobra had tagging, Sttich had cars, Frankie had a knife, TP had..., Boots had heavy-muscle and i had Street Smarts.

[Luther828]

I'll say it again, this is an awesome story!
Good description, Good detail.
Hoping to see the next chapter soon!

[warrior9721]

Middle Park was down the street.
Me and Stitch pased ourselves...though, we couldn't go slow. We still heard the grunting and yelling of a brawl and the noises of kicks and punches.
My hand was shaking rapidly, i fingered the chamber of the gun, which stuck out on the back pocket of my jeans.
I thought of whipping out that bad-boy as soon as we arrived...i fought the urge.
Finally, We came up to the two pilars by the entrence.
It wasn't just the Turnbulls, What Kleet must've heard was completely wrong.
It was Turnbulls, Electric Elminators, Pigs, Riffs, Punks, even the Orphans were looking to gain something here.
But there still was Tony and George, the new-bloods of our crew, next to TP.
George was on the ground, his lip was bloddy, and Tony holding his own as he beat the **** out of a Riff.
"Ready?" whispered Stitch, he shaking as well.
"Ready." i said.
I Ran in first and helped up George, who spit on to the dirt, what looked like a chip of his front tooth?
I sat him down behind the Kid's slide.
An Orphan ran up to me, I've seen him before...he was familer...Sully, or something. We went to Grade school together, I dated his sister for a while, Mercy...don't even get me started on her.
He stared at me, Bottle in hand.
I stared at him, if he were to make a move, so would i.
Instead, he twirrled the bottle, until he was nearly killed by a Turnbull's fist.
The same Turnbull squinted at me, I felt obligated to kick the **** out of him, seeing as he kicked the shit out of sully or...Gillbert.
I charged him Full force, he expected a punch, but i threw my leg up and aimed high.
My Converse probably broke his nose, seeing as in produced a cracking noise as it hit.
I looked down at Sully, his nose was alos bleeding, probably broken.
I Reached down and grabbed his hand, and helped him up.
It sounds stupid, but i could feel the energy betweeen us, two people trying to make it in NYC.
Two people, not the same, but a little bit alike.
Two people, Who's reputation stands at a wimp.
Two people, who's dreams were basicly crushed.
Two people,
Two people,
One person.
He nodded at me, not saying a word.
As did i, not saying a word.
Then as quick as anything, he ran off to join his fleeing friends, who at the moment were being chased in circles by one Turnbull with a knife.
That run in with Sully was the one thing i kept to myself that night,
I had not spoken, or written of it until just now.
Suddenly, A yell.
Tony was being what looked like...hung?
Turnbull members shreiked wildly, the fight had ended just like that.
Stitch was gone.
There were no reinforcements.
Only bodies lay in it's path.
There were at least 20 Turnbulls.
Too much for me.
I hid in the bushes, I Still regret it too. Tony was a good kid, a temper problem, but he was fair.
They wrapped the rope a long the flag-pole and tightened the noose,
One of them tied his arms and legs and stuck a giant rock in his mouth. To stop the yelling.
I wasn't about to watch this, whereever Frankie was, i needed to get to him.
I circled to the slide, where George was, passed out...i hope.
I felt his heart...nothing.
I checked his pulse...nothing.
"****!" i muttered to myself.
i got up and ran around to the fence, kicked it open, and ran.
"Holy ****, Another Demon!" I heard,
things were scary so far, but nothing was more frightting then hear that.
And so, three Turnbulls raced behind me,
I kept running as fast as possible,
It was stupid of me to go back to the hangout, but where else?
That night Harlem didn't belong to us like it used to. That night, things were absoultly mixxed.
Either we held it, or some other surviving Gang did.
I heard yells in the background, it sounded much like Tony.
Suddenly, out of the fog, The apartment block appeared!
I quickly turned and kicked open the door.
Sonny was reading the bible as i ran in,
I darted up the stairs,
My feet burned with pain.
******* Turnbulls,
******* Turnbulls,
******* Turnbulls.