((Authors Note: This is my first JGR fic, and though I show no mercy in my reviews, I'm hoping that you all could cut me a little slack. What do you say?))
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Beat, Tab, Mew, Gum, and Piranha crowded around the small glass skylight on the atop the Inferno Jets base. The Inferno Jets were cruel, heartless rudies. They had put Yo-Yo out of action while was he out on a routine tagging in Benten-Cho. The Inferno Jets had claimed it and Kogane-Cho as their territory, and when they saw Yo-Yo, he had said that 3 of them chased him down an alley and jumped him with the lead pipes spray-painted red that had become their trademark. The GG's had had to take him to a doctor that treated rudies on the side.....he was a former Noise Tank and held a certain sympathy for the fact that rudies could not get medical attention without rousing suspicion for lack of ID, insurance, etc. Even now he was back at the garage, nursing a broken leg, and pretty much every single part of his body bruised.
As Beat stared through the clear glass of the sunroof, he saw the familiar faces of the Inferno Jets.....the leader, Dante, his huge right-hand mountain-man, Grimm, the almost unnaturally endowed Dicey, the aloof Rock, and three others he had not seen before, as well as another, on his knees being held down, his arms wrenched behind his back. He looked even more beat-up than Yo-Yo. Both his eyes had been blacked and a small puddle of blood was gathering on the ground, the thick red liquid dripping steadily from his mouth. Dante was whaling on him repeatedly with the pipe, and he was now almost sweating from the physical exertion. He began moving his mouth, talking, but they could not hear his words. Then, the kid sprang up and delivered a huge punch across Dante's face. Instantly, he was pushed back down and given a few blows across the back of the neck with his captors' pipes. Dante, now sporting a split lip, pulled a small switchblade out of his pocket, and after a slight delay, flipped the blade out and buried it deep into the boy's stomach once....twice...three times.
Mew gasped, covering her mouth and turning and burying her face into Tab's shoulder. She fought back tears, and eventually got up the courage to look back to the gruesome scene.
Just then, the sound of roller blades were heard from down below. "Hello," a voice whispered, "Is anyone here?"
Beat made his way over to the edge of the roof and signaled down to the three and then turned down Mew and Tab. "Get down there and help them out. Piranha, Gum, and myself will go through the skylight. On my signal....."
Cube, Mew and Tab nodded and hopped down off the roof, gathering near the door. "Now!" Beat yelled down to them, and Combo and Slate kicked the door together, flattening it out onto the floor, the other GG's rushing in from behind them. Beat, Gum, and Piranha each kicked at a pane of glass on the skylight, shattering it before jumping down through it and landing in the garage.
On seeing this, the two holding the kid dropped him flat on his face, and along with the rest of the Inferno Jets rushed the GG's, pipes in hand. "Get 'Em!" Dante rushed at Beat, getting in a cheap shot to his gut when he wasn't looking. Beat hunched over and dropped to his knees, looking up through pained eyes at the leader of the Inferno Jets. Dante had that flame-red pipe lifted over his head, ready to dash the life out of Beat. The GG glared up at him angrily, defiant to the last, before a well-placed punch from Combo smashed the Inferno Jet up against a wall. Mew, Gum and Cube were getting the best of Dicey, all taking turns holding her down and punching her. Tab, however, wasn't faring so well. Grimm was swinging his pipe every which way and Tab was dodging as best he could, ducking behind things and chucking random objects at him. Slate and Combo along with a bit of help from Piranha were taking care of the other three. Every time the unnamed Inferno Jets were knocked to the ground, they somehow managed to spring back up and attack the three GG's again.
"Heh. OK Slate, I think it's time to stop playin' with these fools, you know what I'm sayin'?" Combo grinned over at the faceless GG, who gave a stiff nod. Slate wound up and delivered a crushing punch to the temple of one, who flew across the garage and smacked the wall with a sickening thud. Combo grabbed the remaining two and smashed them together with all his strength, the two rudies almost becoming permanently attached due to the sheer force of the blow.
"That was it?" Piranha was smiling almost uncontrollably. "I'd think the infamous Inferno Jets would have put up a bigger fight than this."
"Hmmm," Beat had regained his composure after getting the wind knocked out of him, "that DID seem a bit too easy.....and weren't there more of them? I remember seeing at least ten of them before. Maybe more......I wonder where they-"
"YO!" Combo pointed to the fallen Inferno Jets, who had seemed to recover rather quickly. They were making a hasty retreat, the battered kid slung over Grimm's shoulders. Combo, Slate, and Beat were the first ones to react, rushing towards the already slow man/mountain, now hampered by both his injuries and the unconscious kid slung across his shoulders.
"Forget him!," Dante yelled back at Grimm "We'll find him again eventually, but not with the GG's here. Drop him and let's go!"
Grimm growled loudly, throwing the kid back at the GG's to slow them down, and skated away as fast as he could, clearing out of the garage behind the other Inferno Jets.
"Whoa, GET HIM!" Beat yelled. He knew he was too far away to catch the airborne body.
Combo caught him effortlessly with one arm, slinging him over his shoulder. "Take it easy, kid. I got him."
"Alright, guys, lets get back to the garage," Beat gestured towards the door, "We're taking the kid with us. The Inferno Jets must have wanted him for something....."
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There was more than one of them.....that he was sure of. It had to be more than one that had snuck up on him. It was dark, and he was tagging the area around Benten-Cho. He heard the familiar crackling voice of Onishima as he called for the whole gamut of police units....dogs, tanks, the works. He had ducked into an alley to dodge some SWAT when he saw a flicker in the shadows behind him. He spun around quickly,
talking into the darkness. "Who's there?"
"Where is it, Rio?" The shadow boomed back at him. "Where's the last piece?"
He backed up involuntarily, a bit nervous. "Where is what," he lied, "I don't know what you're talking about. And how in the hell do you know my name?"
The shadow seemed to grow larger. "Really now, Rio. I don't want to have to use force. Just hand it over, and we'll avoid any.....altercation. You remember what happened when your brother tried to hide it, don't you Rio?"
With those words, he felt rage grow inside of him. "If you want it," he practically screamed, "Come and get it!"
The shadow chuckled. "Very well. Inferno Jets......get him."
He had only time to think "Inferno Jets? Who are they?" before he felt a massive pain on the back his head, before he was out.
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When he awoke, it was to a massive headache. He was aware of two people grasping his arms, not allowing him to move, but he couldn't have even if he'd wanted to. When his blurry vision cleared, there was a grinning face staring back at him. "Wakey wakey. Reconsider telling us where you hid the piece yet?"
"I'll never give it to YOU," he spat.
The grin disappeared, and he gestured to one of his companions, also dressed in a red jumpsuit. He threw a crimson pipe to him, the once-smiling man catching it and looking at him menacingly. Then, without a word, he whacked Rio across the face with the pipe. The ice cold steel bit across his face, and he tasted his own blood flowing freely in his mouth. The man reared back and repeated the move many times, battering Rio's face. He lost count after five, and let himself drift into the sea of pain that engulfed him.
He stood up, the smile now back on his face. "Rio, Rio, Rio.....you could have made this easy....but I see that you persist in making me mad....and when I'm mad, people get hurt....like Jackal....you remember Jackal don't you?" Hearing the name, he surged up, using up all his energy and breaking free of the grasp of the people behind him, punched the grinning man across the face as hard as he could.
As he was forced back to his knees and was dealt a few blows across the neck, the now-scowling man drew something out of his pocket. "You shouldn't have done that..." was all he said, and he drew back the object and plunged it into his stomach. Knife was the first thing that popped into his head as well as the second and third thing, as the man drew it back and stabbed him twice more. He went numb, feeling the blade bite into his stomach. He knew he was supposed to feel pain, and he was aware of it, but he was beyond pain. He was beyond it all....and he could feel nothing. The last thing he heard was the sound of glass shattering and a door breaking down....then it all went black.
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"Is he gonna be OK?" Mew looked on with apparent concern. They had had to bandage the kid up themselves since the doctor they used for Yo-Yo was out of town, and, though the bandaging was very crude, they had managed to stop the bleeding. He appeared to have a cracked jaw, as well as numerous broken ribs, among other injuries.
"Well, the only thing we can do now is wait," Beat deducted, looking around the room. Piranha and Garam were sitting down on the couch together, while Slate was at his usual place near the pinball machine, taking little or no interest in anything but beating out the machine. Combo was standing over the kid, looking on with hidden concern. Cube was sitting next to the sleeping Yo-Yo, the goth rudie snuggled up next to him. Tab and Gum were out, keeping a lookout/tagging the surrounding Shibuya-Cho area, which had been recently hit by the Inferno Jets.
Slowly, the other GG's dropped off, retreating to their respective sleeping spots, until only Mew, Combo, and Beat were standing vigilant by the injured kid's bedside. When Beat let out a slight yawn, Mew grinned over at him. "Why don't you two go get some sleep. I'll watch him."
Combo quirked a brow at her, but eventually went back to his room, which he shared with Slate. Beat followed suit, going back to the room he shared with Tab and Gum, the largest room in the extremely small (at least for 10 people) garage.
Mew pulled up a chair, staring at him for what seemed like hours before she finally drifted off into sleep...........
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((A/N: Well, how'd you like it? The first chapter of many more to come. A little short, to be sure, but the following chapters will be longer. PLEASE R&R!))
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Beat, Tab, Mew, Gum, and Piranha crowded around the small glass skylight on the atop the Inferno Jets base. The Inferno Jets were cruel, heartless rudies. They had put Yo-Yo out of action while was he out on a routine tagging in Benten-Cho. The Inferno Jets had claimed it and Kogane-Cho as their territory, and when they saw Yo-Yo, he had said that 3 of them chased him down an alley and jumped him with the lead pipes spray-painted red that had become their trademark. The GG's had had to take him to a doctor that treated rudies on the side.....he was a former Noise Tank and held a certain sympathy for the fact that rudies could not get medical attention without rousing suspicion for lack of ID, insurance, etc. Even now he was back at the garage, nursing a broken leg, and pretty much every single part of his body bruised.
As Beat stared through the clear glass of the sunroof, he saw the familiar faces of the Inferno Jets.....the leader, Dante, his huge right-hand mountain-man, Grimm, the almost unnaturally endowed Dicey, the aloof Rock, and three others he had not seen before, as well as another, on his knees being held down, his arms wrenched behind his back. He looked even more beat-up than Yo-Yo. Both his eyes had been blacked and a small puddle of blood was gathering on the ground, the thick red liquid dripping steadily from his mouth. Dante was whaling on him repeatedly with the pipe, and he was now almost sweating from the physical exertion. He began moving his mouth, talking, but they could not hear his words. Then, the kid sprang up and delivered a huge punch across Dante's face. Instantly, he was pushed back down and given a few blows across the back of the neck with his captors' pipes. Dante, now sporting a split lip, pulled a small switchblade out of his pocket, and after a slight delay, flipped the blade out and buried it deep into the boy's stomach once....twice...three times.
Mew gasped, covering her mouth and turning and burying her face into Tab's shoulder. She fought back tears, and eventually got up the courage to look back to the gruesome scene.
Just then, the sound of roller blades were heard from down below. "Hello," a voice whispered, "Is anyone here?"
Beat made his way over to the edge of the roof and signaled down to the three and then turned down Mew and Tab. "Get down there and help them out. Piranha, Gum, and myself will go through the skylight. On my signal....."
Cube, Mew and Tab nodded and hopped down off the roof, gathering near the door. "Now!" Beat yelled down to them, and Combo and Slate kicked the door together, flattening it out onto the floor, the other GG's rushing in from behind them. Beat, Gum, and Piranha each kicked at a pane of glass on the skylight, shattering it before jumping down through it and landing in the garage.
On seeing this, the two holding the kid dropped him flat on his face, and along with the rest of the Inferno Jets rushed the GG's, pipes in hand. "Get 'Em!" Dante rushed at Beat, getting in a cheap shot to his gut when he wasn't looking. Beat hunched over and dropped to his knees, looking up through pained eyes at the leader of the Inferno Jets. Dante had that flame-red pipe lifted over his head, ready to dash the life out of Beat. The GG glared up at him angrily, defiant to the last, before a well-placed punch from Combo smashed the Inferno Jet up against a wall. Mew, Gum and Cube were getting the best of Dicey, all taking turns holding her down and punching her. Tab, however, wasn't faring so well. Grimm was swinging his pipe every which way and Tab was dodging as best he could, ducking behind things and chucking random objects at him. Slate and Combo along with a bit of help from Piranha were taking care of the other three. Every time the unnamed Inferno Jets were knocked to the ground, they somehow managed to spring back up and attack the three GG's again.
"Heh. OK Slate, I think it's time to stop playin' with these fools, you know what I'm sayin'?" Combo grinned over at the faceless GG, who gave a stiff nod. Slate wound up and delivered a crushing punch to the temple of one, who flew across the garage and smacked the wall with a sickening thud. Combo grabbed the remaining two and smashed them together with all his strength, the two rudies almost becoming permanently attached due to the sheer force of the blow.
"That was it?" Piranha was smiling almost uncontrollably. "I'd think the infamous Inferno Jets would have put up a bigger fight than this."
"Hmmm," Beat had regained his composure after getting the wind knocked out of him, "that DID seem a bit too easy.....and weren't there more of them? I remember seeing at least ten of them before. Maybe more......I wonder where they-"
"YO!" Combo pointed to the fallen Inferno Jets, who had seemed to recover rather quickly. They were making a hasty retreat, the battered kid slung over Grimm's shoulders. Combo, Slate, and Beat were the first ones to react, rushing towards the already slow man/mountain, now hampered by both his injuries and the unconscious kid slung across his shoulders.
"Forget him!," Dante yelled back at Grimm "We'll find him again eventually, but not with the GG's here. Drop him and let's go!"
Grimm growled loudly, throwing the kid back at the GG's to slow them down, and skated away as fast as he could, clearing out of the garage behind the other Inferno Jets.
"Whoa, GET HIM!" Beat yelled. He knew he was too far away to catch the airborne body.
Combo caught him effortlessly with one arm, slinging him over his shoulder. "Take it easy, kid. I got him."
"Alright, guys, lets get back to the garage," Beat gestured towards the door, "We're taking the kid with us. The Inferno Jets must have wanted him for something....."
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There was more than one of them.....that he was sure of. It had to be more than one that had snuck up on him. It was dark, and he was tagging the area around Benten-Cho. He heard the familiar crackling voice of Onishima as he called for the whole gamut of police units....dogs, tanks, the works. He had ducked into an alley to dodge some SWAT when he saw a flicker in the shadows behind him. He spun around quickly,
talking into the darkness. "Who's there?"
"Where is it, Rio?" The shadow boomed back at him. "Where's the last piece?"
He backed up involuntarily, a bit nervous. "Where is what," he lied, "I don't know what you're talking about. And how in the hell do you know my name?"
The shadow seemed to grow larger. "Really now, Rio. I don't want to have to use force. Just hand it over, and we'll avoid any.....altercation. You remember what happened when your brother tried to hide it, don't you Rio?"
With those words, he felt rage grow inside of him. "If you want it," he practically screamed, "Come and get it!"
The shadow chuckled. "Very well. Inferno Jets......get him."
He had only time to think "Inferno Jets? Who are they?" before he felt a massive pain on the back his head, before he was out.
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When he awoke, it was to a massive headache. He was aware of two people grasping his arms, not allowing him to move, but he couldn't have even if he'd wanted to. When his blurry vision cleared, there was a grinning face staring back at him. "Wakey wakey. Reconsider telling us where you hid the piece yet?"
"I'll never give it to YOU," he spat.
The grin disappeared, and he gestured to one of his companions, also dressed in a red jumpsuit. He threw a crimson pipe to him, the once-smiling man catching it and looking at him menacingly. Then, without a word, he whacked Rio across the face with the pipe. The ice cold steel bit across his face, and he tasted his own blood flowing freely in his mouth. The man reared back and repeated the move many times, battering Rio's face. He lost count after five, and let himself drift into the sea of pain that engulfed him.
He stood up, the smile now back on his face. "Rio, Rio, Rio.....you could have made this easy....but I see that you persist in making me mad....and when I'm mad, people get hurt....like Jackal....you remember Jackal don't you?" Hearing the name, he surged up, using up all his energy and breaking free of the grasp of the people behind him, punched the grinning man across the face as hard as he could.
As he was forced back to his knees and was dealt a few blows across the neck, the now-scowling man drew something out of his pocket. "You shouldn't have done that..." was all he said, and he drew back the object and plunged it into his stomach. Knife was the first thing that popped into his head as well as the second and third thing, as the man drew it back and stabbed him twice more. He went numb, feeling the blade bite into his stomach. He knew he was supposed to feel pain, and he was aware of it, but he was beyond pain. He was beyond it all....and he could feel nothing. The last thing he heard was the sound of glass shattering and a door breaking down....then it all went black.
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"Is he gonna be OK?" Mew looked on with apparent concern. They had had to bandage the kid up themselves since the doctor they used for Yo-Yo was out of town, and, though the bandaging was very crude, they had managed to stop the bleeding. He appeared to have a cracked jaw, as well as numerous broken ribs, among other injuries.
"Well, the only thing we can do now is wait," Beat deducted, looking around the room. Piranha and Garam were sitting down on the couch together, while Slate was at his usual place near the pinball machine, taking little or no interest in anything but beating out the machine. Combo was standing over the kid, looking on with hidden concern. Cube was sitting next to the sleeping Yo-Yo, the goth rudie snuggled up next to him. Tab and Gum were out, keeping a lookout/tagging the surrounding Shibuya-Cho area, which had been recently hit by the Inferno Jets.
Slowly, the other GG's dropped off, retreating to their respective sleeping spots, until only Mew, Combo, and Beat were standing vigilant by the injured kid's bedside. When Beat let out a slight yawn, Mew grinned over at him. "Why don't you two go get some sleep. I'll watch him."
Combo quirked a brow at her, but eventually went back to his room, which he shared with Slate. Beat followed suit, going back to the room he shared with Tab and Gum, the largest room in the extremely small (at least for 10 people) garage.
Mew pulled up a chair, staring at him for what seemed like hours before she finally drifted off into sleep...........
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((A/N: Well, how'd you like it? The first chapter of many more to come. A little short, to be sure, but the following chapters will be longer. PLEASE R&R!))