The Rabbit's Feet chapter 1
RAAAOOR! Translation: Hey, guys, why doesn't anyone take a leaflet from my book and start making fics of awesome movies from the past? The Warriors rules! King Kong rules! Clint Eastwood Westerns rule! Repent! For The Rabbit's Feet have arrived! I don't own The Warriors but I wish I did! R&R me, you rotten little freaks of the night!
ROOAER! Translation: "Very superstitious, writing's on the wall, Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall, Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass." sang Stevie Wonder out of the old stereo Horse Shoe always carried around with him.
"We should go packed, just in case." Black Cat speculated. "You know Syrus and everyone else is gonna be packin', so why shouldn't we?"
"Because Syrus asked for everyone to go without heat, and we ought to honor him enough to do as he asks." Crow informed his second in command.
Crow looked to his right and asked Guerrilla what he thought.
"Well, I think we should wait until Horse Shoe gets back from his recon duty. But, I'm with you if he comes back with nothin'. We should honor Syrus' wishes. I wanna hear he has to say. If the other gangs want a war, we'll give 'em one. Otherwise, I could use some rest."
Crow had expected nothing less. He had come to rely on Guerrilla has a wise ally in times of need. As he looked around the abandoned game room, he once again thought of how lucky he was. The Warriors had been really supportive when they offered this place as a base. But, then again, War Chief had said that The Warriors could use a few friends. With The Orphans and The Baseball Furies still holding grudges, The Warriors needed The Rabbit's Feet.
At that moment, Horse Shoe burst into the room with the news that no one intended to go with heat. Now that all the officers were assembled, their appearance showed a pattern. All members, including the soldiers, were wearing white and black street jackets with a rabbit's foot painted on the back in a comic book art style.
Guerrilla was the only member not wearing an undershirt. Though no one cherished the idea of seeing his torso, no one dared tell him for his sheer size. He wasn't especially tall, but he was massive. Most rival gangs wouldn't take him on unless they were packed and he alone. Soon, his teammates would see how much they really needed him.
ROIAEOAR! Translation: thanks for reading! Please R&R me if you read this. If you like this, Check out my other fic, A New Kind Of Devil for Dead Or Alive. Plus you should check out The Warriors game and movie, and future chapters! Tell a friend! Thanks!