Here's a link for the first two chapters if you haven't read it http://warriorsmovie.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=11959.0
Here's Chapter 3...
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When I Was A Moonruner - Chapter 3 - Rembrandt
I walked in a haze. I felt so lost. This one night had taken everything away from me. Right now all I had was who I was in the street. I had no mother, I wasn't even a Sanchez anymore. I was Rembrandt... but I wasn't even sure who Rembrandt was yet. My denim jacket hung on my limp frame, moving step after step into a dizzying blur of noise, neon and pure, dark night. Suddenly the streets seemed to narrow, everything closed in on me. I lost my breath. The darkness took over me. I closed my eyes, a searing pain passing through my temples and I stumbled further, not knowing where it was taking me.
“Hey, Afro!”
A voice found it's way through the night air. Mocking, laughing voices echoed behind it. I opened my eyes. I was in a small alley, filled with shadows and shards of street light. On one side a laundrette and on the other a tall building, derelict and fire-damaged, the walls were flame licked and sinister. I raised my head up, and winced – the man wore a shiny silver jacket. He moved closer.
“Hey, I'm talking to you.. Afro.” He was no older than me, but taller, blonde haired, blue eyed and dressed with a mocking smile that signalled to his buddies - dressed all the same - who semi-circled me, dutifully.
“What?” I said wearily, my mind beginning to clear. He continued, pumping bravado:
“Are you freakin' wasted or something, man, I'm talking to you.” I wasn't sure what to do. He dropped the act and narrowed his eyes, “What you think you're doin' here, man?” I turned away, I couldn't handle anything else tonight. My emotions were so high, out of control, I felt guilt and loss ... and anger, burning in the back of my head.
“Hey, ANSWER ME!”
He grabbed me by my jacket and jerked it, violently, pulling me back. I stumbled towards him and into a blade.
“You see this, kid?” he said through clenched teeth.
“Angels's gonna carve you up real nice, bro.” Another said with vindictive joy, as I tried to escape, the shimmering blade teasing my skin, cruelly.
A third walked up, staring at me struggling in Angel's grip, he was chewing gum and smiling at me wildly. He brought his face right up to mine, at spat at me. I stopped struggling.
“Now you get the fuck outta here. Don't you know who we are?” Angel threw me to the filthy alley floor, smashing my mouth and chin. The fourth man leant over and spat on me while I lay there, and they all began to walk off into the darkness, laughing. At me.
Adrenaline began to flow.
I pushed my self off the ground in one motion. I'd nearly lost everything already tonight, I wasn't about to lose this, my dignity - my rep – all I had. They were still laughing at what they'd done to me. I felt the anger begin to flow out of me, and heard the crack as my fist collided with his smug head. He fell out cold to the floor and the others stepped back, startled. They realised he wasn't going to get back up and hardened themselves, arms raised against me. I breathed heavily - looked at Angel, wasted - and clenched my fist. They moved in and I spat blood out on the floor and met them dead in the eye. Bring it on, I thought.
Then, a whistle broke the tension.
Another approached, he shouted ahead of himself, curiously.
“Guys... what's going down?”
He entered the light and looked at the carnage, looked at Angel, and the others. He was taller than the rest, he dressed the same but his jacket had yellow bands on the sleeves and he carried a canvas bag over his left shoulder. He looked right through me. The others stared back at me and then to him, looking for the order.
“He wasted Angel... we're gonna destroy him, B.”
He replied coolly.
“Wait.”
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hoped you like it, LW should be back with ch4 shortly. don't forget to tell us what you thought
. rest in peace.
aww yeah dud i have done the next chapter it's just on a different thread.. me and union thought it would be better to do seperate threads
