Disclaimer: The Warriors and everything that was created in the story entirely belongs to Walter Hill. I do not own the Warriors, but however, I do own the continuation of this story, deriving from the events that happened in the comic book The Warriors: Jailbreak by the Dabel Brothers.

This is my first story on this site. I loved what the Dabel Brothers did with the Warriors story after the movie/book, so since they didn't come out with the rest of the comics, I thought I might as well take advantage of it, and have my own perspective on what happens after the events in issue 1. Please leave a review. Criticism is advised. It makes better encouragement to keep going.

Note: The jail is totally fictional. It's something that I made up since it was never said what jail Ajax might be in. And as the name suggest, I think it'll be awfully hard to break someone out of Rikers Island, so this is my own jail. "HILLSIDE" is not deriving from Hillside, Queens but the man who created the Warriors. Walter Hill.

The meeting was in July 12, 1979, 1:27a.m.

Hillside Correctional facility , New York City.
Months after the meeting... November 1, 1979. 9:30p.m.

Chapter 1: First impressions.

KRAK! THUMP! The bad-mouthing Baseball Fury took a slug to the chin by the caged animal, Ajax, toughest lieutenant of the Warriors, a new heavy gang in West Coney. Two guards had helped the Fury get up to his feet while the other guard walked over to Ajax with a scornful face. "What's your problem sh*thead! You lookin' for trouble?" The officer said in a threatening voice.

"No problem sir, I'm just doin' my time," Ajax wore a smug grin, almost as if he was mocking the confronting officer.[/color] "Get your ass back in the seat, punk!" The guard ordered. One could tell he was itching to knock the Warrior lights out, but decided best not to, in order to keep his job. Ajax complied and gave a scoff at Fury that they rushed out of the cafeteria,"F*ckin whimp," Ajax shook his head. He turned back to his seat with the other inmates and continued eating his food like nothing just happened.

One of of the inmates that had his eyes on Ajax had sat back in his seat, and admired the strength of the Caucasian brother that just knocked the Fury lights out. The inmate was sporting a well-shaved head, and wore a tight black-t shirt under his prison 'colors.' "You checkin' that brotha' out, Mohammad?" A inmate that was seated next to him asked. He sported short braids that stopped at the nape of his neck, and had a young face, but was older than what he seemed to be.

Mohammad took a sip at his chocolate milk, crumbled it up as if it were paper and toss it in back of him. It hit the basket successfully, but Mohammad didn't look back to see if he scored or not. "Yeah, that's him."

"Why are you looking at him?" Braids looked on the other side of the room looking at the man that had caught Mohammad eyes. He didn't look like much. Just an ordinary street punk that was probably running with a little league street gang. "He look's like a walking trailer trash brush with muscles," Braids mused.

That caught Mohammad attention. He gave a smile and shook his head at the younger man, "You don't understand, do you? That trailer trash is one of the Warrior's." Mohammad stated but seen that his pupil didn't catch on, "You killed their leader a few months ago, you were the one that sent that first kick," Mohammad said in a whisper. Warriors, Warriors, Braids said to himself. But still, Braids didn't know what was special about him until that's when it hit his head. "Crap, the Warriors? Those the same mutha'brotha's that killed our leader, Cyrus? ain't it" Braids said alarmed. He looked over from his leader and gave the Warrior's back a deadly stare.

Mohammad looked at his protegee and shook his head, he placed a firm hand on Braids shoulder, "Calm down, Adam. That's not the enemy. It was made clear already that Masai brought a war party with him to Coney. They met up with the Warriors, and the group that really killed our leader. Rouges. Some reckless mutha'dudes from Hells Kitchen. They got wrecked by ours, and we let the Warriors go. We're allies now. But that Warrior over there have some moves. I never seen that dude or the Warriors but they did survive the Fury's, and the way that Warrior cracked that brother's jaw," Mohammad laughed in amusement,"-They're heavy alright."

Adam listened closely to the story. "Oh, alright then, Warchief. Whatever you say, but still-" He felt a strict eye on his shoulder and he looked slowly his Warchief's way and sighed, he knew he couldn't win against Mohammad knowledge. "-Ugh, nothing, Mo, nothing." He loosened up but still had a clenched jaw. It was cool that the Warriors knocked mad heads back all the way to Brooklyn's ass end, but that still didn't mean squat. Judging by that 'tough' Warrior's attitude, he sure as hell makes a great example of what the Warriors were all about. Knuckle-heads with no discipline. But, oh, they will soon learn.

A guard came through the twin doors, he was white and his uniform was far different from the ordinary guards. Apparently, he was the upper command, the Captain. His identification I.D. read, Cpt. Makov. He was a husky fellow with a white beard. He was tall though. But he earned an reputation for breaking inmates and his own guards in half for disobedience. He didn't tolerate it. He was fat with a mean punch.

He looked over at the guards who stopped what they were doing and stood erect, saluting their captain as if they were in the military. He nodded his head, and patted his palm with the nightstick, showing the punks in the cafeteria.[/color] "Alright, ladies! Get up! Lunch time is over!" Cpt. Makov commanded. The gang-members grumbled, and slowly got up out of there seats. They dumped their empty trays in the garbage's, and filed in a single line, like if they were in pre-school, and left out of the lunchroom. Only a couple of the inmates stayed and that didn't suit well in Cpt. Makov's book.

There was a table that was at the far end of the cafeteria, on the twin door side, so the occupants that sat there were the first to receive the mouth from their 'lovable' Cpt. Makov.[/color] "Well, well, well. Lookie here. A Riff raft, that's not obeying. Mohammad, take you and the rest of these cotton heads out of my lunchroom and take your asses back to your cells."

Mohammad looked in Cpt. Makov's eyes, giving him a grim stare. The captain gave him the same stare and grumbled lowly angrily. "No one is paying your fat ass any mind, captain. Go on with that somewhere." Mohammad said calmly. He was picked up by his black collar T and thrown against the wall. Adam was about to something regretfully, but luckily for him and his Warchief, a guard jogged towards Adam with his nightstick out, ready to beat down the young man. "Don't try it, son."

"Heh, now lookie here, Riff. You're not so big and bad. Actually, ain't your leader get shot down a few months back at that little big meeting? Some big Cyrus, taken down like a virus," Cpt. Makov sang. A hand was sat firmly on Makov arm. Makov looked at the hand and see who's was it before they lose that hand.

"There's no need for violence, Makov. No need to insult our leader either, because from what I understand, you're a ex Satan's Mother. Makov was shocked by the last two words. He was about to say something but was cut off[/color], "Don't worry, we won't say nothing. But we're going to need you to stop with that racism your rubbing off on my peeps, ya dig? Unless you want to lose your job, ya dig!" The African-American said with emphasis.

Makov let Mohammad go and made sure had ha photograph memory of the black that threatened his job. The African-American man was a Riff too. Or was a Riff until he found Allah. He's been trying to get Mohammad and Adam to follow but they were to devoted to their gang to go into religion. He had battle-hardened face, with reading glasses on. He might of look like a soldier but he was actually smarter than that. His name was, Xeem. Pronounced with a "Z". So it sounds like Zeem. "Alright, I'll play your game, son. Ye' better watch ye back. Now get the hell outta here, ya here?" Cpt. Makov said in a deep southern drawl. He left the three Riffs and spotted Ajax who was still eating without no care.

Ajax stuffed the beef in his mouth, licking his lips and wiped it off with the back of his fist. A shadow came over him, so he'd reluctantly looked to see who it was. It was Cpt. Makov. "Do you mind, pig! I'm eating quietly." Ajax said in a rude tone and noticed his food was actually gone. He shrugged, and started drinking his apple juice. "Oh, we got a smart one here," Cpt. Makov gave Ajax a hard stare. "Do you know who you're talking to, punk?"

A annoyed Ajax jerked from the table and got up in the captains face.[/color] "Do I know who I'm talking? Sure, princess. I do. But do I care? No the f*ck' I don't." Ajax got closer to his face, his face nearly shadowing in the captain's, "Do you know who I am?" He didn't wait for porkies response, "I'm a f*ckin' Warrior, wimp," Ajax said with confidence and gave a blood-thirsty smirk. He had an itch that needed to be scratched. It was because of a damn cop he was in this sh*tzhole, so he had no problems releasing his anger on the outfit that put him away for captain felt intimidated but refused to show it.

"Get him out of my face!" Two guards ran over to Ajax and grabbed him by his arm. Having to deal with a few months in jail, Ajax muscles gotten more buff than they were originally. He wasn't overpowered, but when he flexed a tense muscle, it made the guards hands flinch. He took the second to jerk away from them and strutted past the other guards with no care. Grumbling something unintelligent and brushed past the doors violently. The three Riffs looked at the Warrior that stood up to the captain bravely and feared no regrets. They were impressed, but Adam wasn't so moved.

Chapter Two is coming soon.
I hope you all enjoyed it.
It's kind of a mixture of the gang/movie put together.
The Riffs and their personality are mines, they're made up in my imagination.
So are the cops.
You may think that I'm writing a Riff story, but I'm not, it's them admiring the bravery and courage of the Warriors that were wrongly accused. You'll see why they'll be necessary for later one. Stay tuned and leave reviews!.