Story 2: Angel and the Big Fight
Coney Island was dark and eerie. Blood made my blonde hair stick to my pale forehead; my blue eyes sparkled in the dark night. Swan and the rest of the gang had been fighting endlessly for the past, what felt like two hours and the Furies were beating us down. Now Swan had told me and Mercy not to get involved because we could get hurt. (Just because we are girls we must not fight.) Well being me has its perks, I never listen anyway so I really didn't get into trouble, but now I see why Swan didn't want me fighting.
I lifted my hand to my forehead and felt the sticky, warm blood pour from the wound that covered about an inch of my hairline. Mercy dragged me into the shadows and pointed to a dark figure holding a baseball bat. She stood up and stared for a while as the figure drew closer and closer to us. I stepped out of the shadows, being the stupid nineteen year old girl that I am and walked up to the figure. Then I saw the vest, it was a Warriors vest. I tried to smile but it hurt my forehead so I spoke. "Ajax, But how?" I stuttered. "So can I beat someone up now or what?" he said, ignoring my question. I nodded and he jumped into the fight, a little to eagerly if you ask me.
I couldn't watch any more. I had to do something. I couldn't watch as all of my friends were getting beaten down out there. I grabbed my knife, I know Swan had told me that I should only use it to protect myself but I got nervous. Mercy tried to grab my arm and pull me back but she couldn't, I was too strong. I rushed forward and straight into the biggest of the Furies. He didn't speak but grabbed my wrist. "Angel, you idiot, what did Swan tell you!" Cowboy yelled at me, but I could barely hear him. I was loosing too much blood and my world was spinning. Then I heard a crack and then a thud. Then the lights went out.
I woke up with my knife in my hand and Ajax, Vermin, Rembrandt, Swan, Mercy, and Cowboy hanging over me. I could barely move, but I managed to pull my hand to my face to feel how bad the damage was. I had gashes all over my face and arms, my jeans were ripped in many places, and bruises covered my arms, legs, chest, and face. Ajax rolled his eyes, "Idiot girl." He said as I attempted to get to my feet. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up. "Why do you keep on doing the opposite of what I tell you to do?" Swan asked me. I shrugged and then tensed up. "I guess I just don't care if I get hurt if it means you guys are safe." I said with a half-smile on my face "I guess you don't." Vermin said patting me on the back.
Trouble finds me everywhere but my life still goes on. I live for the rush of the fight but my story doesn't end here, where and when it ends no one knows. The Warriors are who I live for and when I die they will be who I die for.