Chapter 1
I look at a clock inside a nearby pawn shop, "Fuck" I shouted down the empty streets of Spanish Harlem. 4:30am, The rest of the gang will be up any minute now and realise I am gone. The only thing worse then then Vermin making a stupid joke about me being at some man's house is that thanks to the echo from my cursing through the empty streets I have probably woken up some unnecessary attention I did not want. As I expected five Hurricanes ran towards me from out of a building. "Look who it is, its one of the pussy little Warriors." Said one of the group members. "Not just a Warrior it's their Warlord ." Said another who smirked and clenched his fists. "So it is." A voice from behind the group voice was familiar, no it couldn't be he... he is dead.
"Whats wrong my brother, you look scared to see me." Said the older African American man who stood in front of me. "Is it really you Cleon?" I asked in confusion. "Of course it is, can't you tell?" He responded in a happy almost excited voice. "But I thought you died at the big Riffs meeting." I replied almost straight after he finished speaking. "Nope, luckily the cops came just in time. I thought I was a goner aswell though." "The cops would of arrested you and taken you to prison." I responded mind still trying to think this thing through. "Thats when these guys came to help." Cleon answered pointing back at the Hurricanes behind him. "They pulled the cops off me and took me here." "Thats Great!, im just so happy your alive."