Welcome to the second chapter of my Warriors story. Hope you guys and gals enjoy yourselves.
It only took the gang a few minutes to arrive at the train station and only a few seconds for the train to arrive. The gang quickly got on and took their places in the train car. The doors soon closed and the train took off down the tracks. After a couple of minutes, the gang began to do their own things.
Sashi and Randy began to meditate next to each other (Saying it focuses their fighting spirits). Howard suddenly snatched Boone's baseball cap from off his head and tossed it to Penn and the three of them began a game of Keep Away. Dipper and Wendy? Well, they were going at it like a pair of horny teenagers (Which they were), making out and groping each other. Marco on the other hand just stood off to the sidelines of all the activities going on, lost in thought.
Noticing this, Dipper managed to break away from his girlfriend's lips and looked in Marco's direction.
"Hey, you doing alright, Marco?" He asked just as Wendy was biting his ear, "Teeth, teeth!" He said quickly, making her let go of him.
"Huh? Oh. Yeah, I'm fine, I was just thinking was all," Marco said, not really paying any attention.
"Oh, okay then," Dipper said before going back to his and Wendy's make out session.
"I think you need to loosen up more, Marco," Penn said as Boone was grabbing for his hat and Penn threw it from behind his back.
"Perhaps you should try meditating like Ninja and Samurai over there," Howard said, holding back Boone by the face.
"No, it's fine. I'm fine. Really," Marco said, again not paying attention.
The reason behind his absentmindedness was due to the reason they were on this train in the first place: Toffee, the leader of The Gramercy Riffs and the biggest gang leader in the entire city. Although he's named after a sugary treat, he's far from sweet. He's been known to be a fierce force to be reckoned with. However, despite his reputation, he's also known for being a gentleman and a fair leader, gaining him the respect of his underlings and the other gangs of the city. The question on Marco's mind was this: Why has he called this meeting? To have every gang in the city together in one place. Needless to say, it seemed a tiny bit suspicious. However, it could just be his nerves getting to him. Either way, he was gonna be ready for anything.
The train soon came to a stop and the gang made their way off the train.
It took a few train switches to get to where they needed to be. They made their way down a sidewalk before coming to the end and crossing the street into the park. When they got to the meeting place, Marco and the others couldn't believe how many people were there. There really were gangs from all across the city.
There were The Satan's Mothers, a biker gang from Brooklyn, The Baseball Furies that hang around Yankee Stadium, The Turnbull AC's, The Boppers from Harlem, The Hi-Hats from Soho, The Savage Huns of Chinatown, and dozens if not hundreds more.
They made their way through the crowds up until they heard a voice call out to them.
"Hey, Randy, Marco, over here!" The voice called out.
Turning around, the group found a tall eighteen year old girl with short, ginger hair and sporting a Warriors vest run up to them. When she got up to them, she wrapped her arms around Randy and they twirled around and laughed before coming to a stop and they kissed each other for a second.
"Ugh, get a room," Howard said with a look of disgust on his face.
"Shut up, Howard. So, how have you been, Heidi?" Randy asked the girl.
"Doing alright. Some punks gave me some trouble earlier but I handled them," She said with a smile.
This was Heidi "Bellona" Wienerman. Older sister to Howard, girlfriend to Randy, and proud member of The Warriors.
"Come on, I already have a spot picked out and the summit's about to start," She said, leading the gang to the spot.
The meeting place was a makeshift stage out of a skate ramp. All the different gangs were crowded around, trying to get a good view of the stage where Toffee was to speak. And soon enough, the man of the hour appeared before the huge crowd of people, welcomed by the roar of the crowd. Toffee was a young man in about his early twenties. Unlike most other gangs or members of his own gang, he sported a black pinstripe suit and tie and had his black hair smoothed back with hair cream. He looked more like a mob boss rather than some two-bit gang leader. The applause began to die down as Toffee raised his hands in the air and lowered them, as if he were turning down a giant volume switch on a sound board.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" He announced to the crowd, "I have one question to ask you all: Can you count?!" He yelled, getting some murmurs from the crowd, "Because I say, the future is ours... If you can count!"
"What do you think he means?" Boone whispered.
"Ssh, listen," Sashi said, shutting him up.
"Now, look at what we have here before us. We got the Saracens sitting next to the Jones Street Boys. We've got the Moonrunners right by the Van Cortlandt Rangers. Nobody is killing anybody. That... is a miracle. And miracles are the way things ought to be," He said, getting a few stray cheers from the crowd, "You're standing right now with nine delegates from 100 gangs. And there's over a hundred more. That's 20,000 hardcore members. Forty-thousand, counting affiliates, and twenty-thousand more, not organized, but ready to fight: 60,000 soldiers! Now, there are no more than 20,000 police in the whole town. Can you dig it?" He asked.
"Yeah," The crowd yelled, knowing now what he was getting at.
"Can you dig it?" Toffee repeated louder.
"Yeah!" The crowd cheered even louder.
"Can you dig it!?" Toffee shouted
"YEAH!" The crowd erupted into cheers. Everyone was going completely wild. However, one gang that Marco noticed who wasn't cheering was a gang known as The Rogues, a gang on par with them in terms of rank. The group consisted of older men in their early twenties rather than the youths of the other gangs. There was Hater, a man who dressed in red and wore skull make-up over his face, Peepers, a short-ish man who was bald and wore an eye patch over his bad left eye, Ludo, a man who used to be on The Gramercy Riffs before Toffee took over the gang. He was short and had a long, beak-like nose that gave him the appearance of a bird. And finally, there was Rippen, a man who had strange grey-ish skin and sported a dress shirt and tie. Before Marco could think further on their stoic attitudes, the cheering slowly died down once more so the big man could speak.
"Now, here's the sum total: One gang could run this city! One gang. Nothing would move without us allowing it to happen. We could tax the crime syndicates, the police, because WE got the streets, brothers and sisters! Can you dig it?" He asked again.
"YEAH!" The crowd cheered once again.
"The problem in the past has been the man turning us against one another. We have been unable to see the truth, because we have been fighting for ten square feet of ground, our turf, our little piece of turf. That's crap, brothers and sisters! The turf is ours by right, because it's our turn. All we have to do is keep up the general truce. We take over one borough at a time. Secure our territory... secure our turf... because it's all our turf!" He yelled, the crowd now going completely wild.
Just the very idea of the kind of uprising that he was talking about, the kind of revolution, it'd be something for the history books. All the gangs of New York, running the place all by themselves, no one to stand in their way.
Toffee stood atop his makeshift stage and basked in the cheers of the crowd. With this level of support, he knew his plan would succeed. However, fate was a cruel mistress.
Over the loud roar of the crowd came the deafening sound of a gun going off, followed by Toffee feeling a burning, piercing pain in his chest. Everyone was silent for a moment as Toffee stood there, motionless, before finally falling backwards onto the stage floor.
Everything fell into dead silence until the cheers of victory were replaced by screams of fear, everyone now running for their lives in every which way. In the confusion, nobody noticed Ludo stuffing a smoking gun into his jacket pocket. Well, no one save for Marco, who saw everything. Ludo pulling back the hammer, aiming the gun, firing the shot. Everything.
Unfortunately for him, he was spotted as well by the rival gang. Seeing the boy just stare at them, Ludo was reaching into his jacket for his gun, when suddenly, the entire area was lit up. The police. It was the police who've come to break up the meeting before anything could happen. Unfortunately, they were too late in that regard.
Thanks to the the distraction, Marco ran off to find his gang.
"Come on, we gotta get out of here," Penn said.
"But where's Marco?" Randy asked.
"Guys!" Marco yelled quickly, running up to them, "There's something I gotta tell you."
"It'll have to wait, we gotta go, dude," Randy said, but before they could make a run for it, a voice rang out.
"There he is! That's him! That's... the Warrior! He shot Toffee!" Turning around, they found Peepers yelling and pointing at Marco.
"You're crazy! We didn't do anything!" Randy yelled.
"We saw him!" Ludo yelled
"Yeah, that's him!" Hater spoke up.
"He's the one! He's the one! The Warriors did it! The Warriors did it! The Warriors did it! The Warriors did it!" Peepers yelled
Toffee is dead! The Warriors are blamed! What will happen next?! See what happens next chapter! Please, please, please don't forget to leave a review.
