Story 1: Angel Meets the Warriors
My name is Angel, and I finally thought I was out of trouble for good, I thought nothing would ever get me in to trouble, but I was so wrong. I met the Warriors and now trouble is all around me. Here is my story.
The sky was changing colors and I sat quietly on the beach, a knife in my hand. Those damn Rouges killed my parents and brother and little sister. I will kill them. I thought as I sat in the sand using my knife to draw letters in the sand. I stabbed my knife into the sand and yanked it out, cutting my finger as I did so. "Damnit!" I yelled, not noticing the young men and the young woman behind me. "You ok?" The girl asked kneeling down next to me, "I am Mercy that is Swan, Cowboy, Rembrandt, and Vermin." She said smiling at me. I looked up "I'm Angel." I said standing up and shaking the sand out of my blond hair. "Wait, hold up. Are you guys the Warriors? If so where is ummm… what is his name." I said. "Yes we are the Warriors, and are you talking about Ajax, because he got himself arrested. Swan said. "Oh." I said looking at Cowboy who was kina interesting in my opinion because you really don't see many people with cowboy hats, on Coney Island.
"What's up with you being out here at this time a night? It's not safe." Swan said to me. "My family was killed by the gang called the …Rouges. And I don't have anywhere to go." I said my blue eyes shining. "Hey Swan, could she come with us?" Rembrandt ask the leader. "I guess, but you have to listen to everything I say." Swan said to me. I nodded gently. "Then come on there is a lot to learn about us." Vermin said scooting next to me. "Errr… Ok." I said uneasily. "Vermin you are scaring her." Cowboy said calmly as he chuckled softly. I smiled as Vermin scowled at Cowboy and walked on up ahead.
"So, your on your own, huh?" Mercy asked me. I nodded solemnly. She sighed, "The Warriors took me in too, Swan is real nice, Vermin is a little bit weird, but he can be funny, Cowboy is real quiet, and Rembrandt is well an artist for us, he carries the spray paint." Mercy said. "I really don't know how to say this, but I already feel more at home than I did." I said putting my knife away. "Don't hide that to far away, you will probably need that sometime soon." Swan said.
I had no clue how right Swan was or how soon I would need that knife, but one thing is for sure. I now had friends that would fight for me to the very end, and I felt that I had to do the same thing for them.
I will be writing a whole series About Angel and the Warriors.