A/N: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is a story that I am proud to bring you all. That's right, a cartoon x-over AU of the 70's cult hit, The Warriors! I have worked super hard on this, so please leave a review after reading. Any comments or criticisms would help me greatly.
Tonight was the night. The night that it goes down. On this warm August night, Toffee, the leader of The Gramercy Riffs, calls together every single gang in the entire city of New York. For such a big city, word travels fast when you have hundreds of gangs sending along a message. And when the leader of the biggest gang in the city sends along a message, you best answer it.
A Hispanic boy, no younger than seventeen with black hair, was just smoking a cigarette when another boy of about the same age came up to him. He had messy purple hair and had a tall and slim muscular build. The thing to note about these two boys was they both sported dark red vests that had a picture of a flaming skull with large eagle wings spread out on their backs.
"You good to go, Knight?" The boy with purple hair asked.
The Hispanic boy took one last drag on his cigarette before flicking it away and breathing the smoke out his nose.
"Ready as I'll ever be, Ninja," He said as the duo started walking.
Their names were Marco "The Knight" Diaz and Randy "The Ninja" Cunningham, proud members of the Coney Island gang, The Warriors.
As the duo walked along the boardwalk, they spotted two people having a fist fight. It was a young, ginger haired boy of about seventeen fighting with a young Asian girl of about sixteen. From the looks of it, Marco and Randy made the assumption that the girl was winning. They were proven right when the girl sweeped his legs out from under him, making him hit the ground, before jumping onto him, pinning him to the ground, their faces inches apart.
"Pinned ya, PZ," The girl said with a smirk.
"Yeah, but I'm getting better, wouldn't you say?" The boy said with a smile.
"Well you're sure as shit not getting any worse," She said, planting a small peck on the boy's lips before getting off of him.
"Aw, come on, is that all I get?" He said in mock disappointment.
"You'll get more later on. A whole lot more," She said in a sultry tone, winking at the boy, both of them smirking.
"Hey, Gladiator, Samurai, if you two are quite done, it's time to head out," Randy called.
"Yeah, yeah, keep your shirt on," The ginger boy said irritably, the girl helping him to his feet. Their names were Penn "The Gladiator" Zero and Sashi "The Samurai" Kobayashi, lovers and proud members of The Warriors. The two quickly walked up to Marco and Randy before Penn spoke up.
"It's still on?"
"It's still on," Marco said as they all continued their way down the boardwalk, "Toffee sent an emissary this afternoon. The same rules apply to all gangs attending. Meaning no packing heat, no flexing any muscle, and to keep things civil. I gave him my word that The Warriors would uphold the truce. And I intend to keep that word," He said until they came to the end of the boardwalk and they all crossed the street.
"Who all's gonna be there?" Sashi asked.
"Everyone," Randy said simply, "I already sent Bellona ahead to secure a place for us."
"It's a good thing she can handle herself," Marco said as they came to a back alley with a small neon sign next to a door that said "Open". Opening the door, the group walked inside to find a bar room. The air was thick with the smell of cigarette smoke, cheap alcohol, and vomit. They walked inside and came to the bar counter. The bartender just looked up from a glass he was cleaning and nodded his head to his left, knowing why they were there. Following the bartender's direction, the group came to a table close to the back of the room where two overweight boys were playing a game of cards. They looked up for a second to see who it was but quickly went back to their game.
"Hey, Celt, Viking. Come on guys, time to head out," Randy said firmly.
"Sure, just give us a minute to finish this game," One of the boys said. He had medium-length brown hair and a backwards green baseball cap.
"We mean now," Marco said, getting slightly annoyed.
"We said we'll be just a minute, Knight," The other boy said. He had short ginger hair.
A look of pure annoyance grew on their faces before Randy took a deep breath and calmed himself before saying casually, "Sash, if you will."
"Gladly," She replied, walking up to the table and lifting her leg high into the air above her head before bringing it down and slamming it into the table, breaking it in half and sending the cards flying everywhere.
"The fuck, Sash?!" The boy in the baseball cap said in annoyance.
"Yeah, what the hell?!" The ginger-haired boy said.
"It's either you two get off your fat asses and get moving, or I gut you like a pair of flounders," Sashi said in a low and threatening voice, making a chill run up both the boys' spines.
"Yes ma'am," They both squeaked before they got up from their table and they began to leave. These boys' names were Howard "The Celt" Wienerman and Boone "The Viking" Wiseman. Proud members of The Warriors
"Hey, who's gonna pay for that?" The bartender said, pointing at the now broken table. The group just glared at him, causing him to swallow a lump in his throat, "I guess I will?" He said in a scared tone. The gang nodded a couple of times before leaving the bar and going back out into the streets.
"Who's left?" The ginger-haired boy asked.
"Well I already sent your sister ahead to the meeting place, Howard, so only two more," Randy said.
"You mean Amazon and Spartan? Haven't seen them all day. Where are they anyway?" The boy wearing the baseball cap asked.
"Where do you think, Boone? He's off getting some new ink," Penn said.
The group soon came to a tattoo parlor on a street corner. Walking inside, the gang found a burly man sitting in a stool, working on a kid who was sitting in a chair shirtless. On the kid's back appeared to be some kind of cipher wheel with all sorts of strange symbols on it, including a llama, a shooting star, a question mark, and a pine tree. Sitting in a corner was a tall ginger-haired girl reading a magazine. Looking up, she saw the gang and smirked a bit.
"You almost done there?" She asked the tattoo artist.
"Just putting on the last few touches. AAaaaannnd there, all done dudes," He said.
The boy looked at his right arm to find a black question mark perfectly etched onto his skin.
"Nice job. Thanks Soos," The boy said, getting up from the chair and walking over to the tall girl, who handed him his red vest and a tank top. After putting on his clothes, the boy turned to the gang.
"We good to go?" He asked.
"We're just waiting on you, Dipper," Penn said.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," The girl said, getting up from her seat and fixing her vest.
"No problem, Wendy. Now come on, train's about to arrive soon," Marco said seriously.
Soon enough, the gang left the cramped tattoo parlor and made their way to the train station, ready to hear what the top dog has to say. However, little did any of them know, their night would soon take a turn for the worse.
A/N: And that's the end of the first chapter! Hope you guys enjoyed it! Again, please don't forget to leave a like and review. See you guys later!