Well, fellow-readers/writers, it appears that-- once again-- my imagination has nagged me into writing yet ANOTHER story, even though I have several others to complete. Oh well. Here's the summary:
After saving a young girl from being mugged, the sibling of an old nemesis goes after the gang to avenge his brother's misfortune… targeting a specific member…
Disclaimer: I don't own Fangface. I just write the fics.
Prologue
Rescuefied
Toni walked down the sidewalk, looking down at her feet as he did, lost in her thoughts. She had awaken from a coma over a year ago, and had been depressed ever since. Her aunt and uncle had told him that she and her parents got in a car crash, and that she was the only one who survived, and was out for over three weeks and had missed their funeral, which saddened her even more. She arrived at the cemetery, walking up to her parent's graves, reading their headings…
Richard A. Marker, 1932-1978 and Kelly G. Marker, 1935-1978.
Kneeling down, Toni set a small patch of flowers on each of the graves, then sat their in silence, pushing her raven-black hair out of her face as tears began to roll down her eyes. I love you, Mom and Dad… I miss you. she thought. It began to grow dark, and the young 12-year-old stood up and began walking back home, not paying attention to where she was going and stepped through an alley…
"Well, well, what do we have here?" A voice said, snickering. Toni gasped and looked up, seeing three boys standing in front of her. The one that addressed her wore a black leather jacket, jeans that tore at the knees, and a pair of beat-up, black-and-white sneakers. His clothing looked too big for him, she noticed. "Isn't it a bit late for you to be walking around, kid?"
Toni began backing away, but a fourth gang member stepped behind her. "You shouldn't be walking around after dark, kid," he said, startling her. "Especially in gang territory."
"I-I'm sorry, I'm just trying to get home," Toni stammered, wishing that she didn't sound so scared.
"Then you shouldn't have came down the alley," Another gang member, with blonde hair, wearing a brown jacket, black jeans, gray boots, and sunglasses, said to her. "We've got a fee on people who trespass on our territory."
Toni sneered at him. "Okay, 1) You guys don't own this alley, and 2) Even if you did, you can't charge people to come through, and 3) Back off before I pulverize you."
But the gangsters only laughed. "Did you hear that, guys?! The pip-squeak's gonna beat us up!" The gang member in the leather jacket laughed. "Oh, that's rich…"
"I'm serious! I may be small, but I can still beat you so bad, you're going to be mugging in wheelchairs!"
"What are ya, some sort of wise-guy?" A gang member with black hair, white T-shirt, and brown jeans scoffed, crossing his arms.
"No, I'm just saying don't give me any trouble, or I'll be giving you guys pain!" Man, that sounded lame… Toni thought.
"Alright, alright, we won't give you trouble… If you give us your money." The gang member in the leather jacket said. The rest of the gang members grinned, stepping closer to Toni.
"Didn't you hear me earlier? I said I have no money! Now, back off!" With that, she kicked one of the gang members in the shin, then turned to run, but two other gang members grabbed her by the arms.
"No money, eh? We'll see about that."
Toni cried out in pain as the gang members punched her in the gut.
Meanwhile, driving home from the Filipino Islands… while the internet hasn't been invented yet…
"Wow, it sure has been a while since we've been in Brooklyn." Biff said, looking around at the city. A few new buildings were being constructed, while some old ones were either being renovated or torn down, but not that much changed since they were last in the city.
"Tell me about it," Puggsy said, looking around at the slowly-changing city. "I lot sure changifies in just one year."
"Yeah, and my mom kept calling up our hotels to check on me," Fangs scoffed.
"How did she get the numbers of the hotels we were staying at?" Kim asked.
Fangs blushed. "I told her…" Puggsy snickered, and Fangs shot him a glare. "Well, you'd tell your mom too if she tried to put a tracking collar on you while you slept!"
"You're kidding," Biff said with a chuckle. "Your mom actually tried to put a tracking collar on you?"
Fangs slumped in his seat. "Well… no. …But she threatened to!"
Puggsy rolled his eyes. "Sheesh, Fangs, I thought you were paranoid before, but this takes the cake! I mean, where on Earth would your mom get a trackerating collar?"
Fangs shrugged. "I don't know… The flea market?"
Kim giggled. Over the past couple of years since she met the two teenagers, she had grown used to their conflicts, and stopped scolding Puggsy every time he made a smart-remark about Fangs (and Fangface), and only scolded their werewolf friend every time he harassed Puggsy… which was only during their adventures when a villain had to be stopped. Otherwise, she would let the werewolf have his fun, as long as he didn't hurt his friend. She looked ahead, down the street.
…Seeing a kid run right out in front of the car. "Biff! STOP!!!" Kim yelled, and Biff immediately slammed on the breaks.
"OOF!" Fangs and Puggsy grunted, jerking forward in their seats and falling on the floor.
The teens watched as a couple boys grabbed the kid, throwing them back into the alley. "Get away from me!" They heard someone-- the kid, no doubt-- shout at the top of their lungs.
"That kid's in trouble!" Kim gasped.
"C'mon, we'd better help!" Biff said, climbing out of the Wolf Buggy, followed by Kim.
"Let's go, Fangs!" Puggsy snapped, pulling Fangs by the ankles while the cowardly teenager gripped the side of the convertible.
"Ooh! Ooh! Don't make me go, Pugs!" Fangs begged. "What if those guys have guns? Or what if there's a hundred of them, waiting in that alley? Or a thousand?? Or a million?! Or---"
"Ah, shut up and c'mon! We've got to help that kid!"
"Fine, you go help the kid, and I'll stay here…" Fangs then looked up, seeing a couple of clouds roll away, revealing the moon. "Ooh, ooh…" His eyes swirled, and his body began to spin in its horizontal position (spinning Puggsy as well). He stopped spinning, having transformed into his werewolf half, Fangface.
"Arrroooooo!" Fangface howled. "(grr) Where's Puggsy?! (snarl)" He looked over, seeing that Puggsy was still holding his ankles (and was completely dizzy from the spin). "Hey! What's the big idea, Pugs?! (grr) Why are you holding me by the ankles? Are you trying to pull a wrestling move or something?! (snort)"
Puggsy shook the dizziness from his head. "I ain't wrestling you, you pin-brain! C'mon, we've gotta go rescuefy a kid!" he snapped, then let go of Fangface's ankles. He ran toward the alley, followed by Fangface, where they saw that the gang members grabbed hold of Kim and Biff, and a couple of them were standing by the kid, who was slumped against the wall.
"I'm telling you, Downy, I think I heard a wolf!" One of the gang members said nervously.
"Let us go!" Kim snapped, squirming in the gang member's grip.
"We'll let you go… when we're through with you," A gang member in a black leather jacket scoffed, then turned to his other two gang members, who were digging into the kid's pockets. "Well, boys?"
"He wasn't lyin', Downy," One of the gang members said. "There ain't a penny on him."
"Muggers!" Puggsy whispered angrily, clenching his fists. He hated it when people went around mugging other people-- it reminded him of Snake's gang, bringing back bad memories. He turned to Fangface. "I think this calls for the ol' mirror trick…" He pulled out a mirror out of his shirt (with the help of unique cartoon abilities) and held it up to Fangface.
At the sight of his reflection, the werewolf went wild-- spinning in circles, rotating on his shoulder, hopping on one foot… almost like break-dancing, if you didn't count the howling. The others didn't know why Fangface did this, but didn't question it.
"Alright, buddy, get those muggers!"
"(grr) Right! I'll get 'em! (grr) Get 'em!" Fangface exclaimed, and with his sudden adrenaline rush that we today could only get from chugging energy drinks, he ran down the alley and jumped the gang member that had a hold of Biff, making him release his friend.
"Holy---!" One of the gang members began to shout, but was cut off when Fangface pounced on him next.
A series of crashes, thuds, whacks and grunts erupted from the alley that night, and soon the gang members were piled up on one another, dazed and seeing stars. One of them had gotten away, hiding wedged behind a dumpster, watching the teens and werewolf approach the kid his gang had mugged. When his gaze fell on Puggsy, he gasped. It's HIM!! he thought angrily.
"Is he alright?" Kim asked, rushing over to the kid, rubbing their short, black hair.
"They must've beaten him into unconsciousness." Biff said. "C'mon, lets get him into the Wolf Buggy and get him to the hospital."
"What about these goons?" Puggsy asked, referring to the gang members.
"I'll take care of 'em! (grr)" Fangface volunteered, taking a long rope out of his hat and tying the gang members all together, making them sit upright. "They won't be going anywhere now! (grr) Nowhere! (snort)"
"Great, you and Puggsy can take them to the police station while Kim and I take the kid to the hospital."
Taking hold of the rope, Puggsy and Fangface dragged the gang members down the street toward the police station, while Biff carried the kid over to the Wolf Buggy and lied them down in the back seat, then he and Kim drove off toward the hospital. The gang member they missed stepped out from behind the dumpster, brushing dirt off of his leather jacket and watching Puggsy and Fangface drag his gang away. "So that creep who got Snake thrown in prison is back, eh?" he said to himself, taking out his switchblade. "Well, I guess it's time I help my bro get a little payback, then…"
A/N: Review, please!