A/N: Hi all I'm back and here to supply you with yet another chapter, but
first:
LilVickiRyan: Good luck and glad you liked it! Keep reading!
Damson rhee: Thanks! No, this isn't based on a movie or anything, just a bunch of high school stereotypes I have seen over the years. Stay tuned!
LockDown: Good scenarios, I actually have one planned that is kinda like the third one you listed. But thanks anyway! Traitor, hmm, interesting idea, but it would be too much drama for what I already have planned. Thanks for the ideas and keep reading!
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The night had finally arrived and the two gangs were finally face to face in the dark alley where the fight was to take place. The Legionaries stood tall in their usual black leather attire and Marshal's Black Skullz in their ghetto alarm clock look. They glared at each other, looking like rival cowboys in one of those old Western movies. (A/N: You have no idea how hilarious this looks in my mind right now) Unknown to them, there was a car staking out behind the alley, ready to intervene and fight if necessary.
"You ready to rumble?" Butch sneered, holding up his fists in a Mike Tyson like fashion.
"More ready than you'll ever know," KJ answered, holding up his own fists and hoping he wouldn't have to use the weapons he had hidden inside his jacket.
"Then let's begin," Mikey walked up to TJ and began fighting him. Pretty soon, each one of the Legionaries was paired off with one of Marshal's Black Skullz, all of them throwing punches and slaps to each other. "It was like any other high school fight that usually took place in a hallway" Skeenz thought. "I wonder what my Jessie was so worried about, a black eye and a few bruises, and we will all be fine," But that thought came too soon, for at that very moment, Gelman pulled out a gun.
"Enough of this pansy fighting bullshit," he growled, pointing the gun towards Hustler Kid and King Freddie. "I came here to finish you guys off once and for all and if that means you have to die, then well let it be,"
"Gelman, don't , you can have school power, just don't shoot. Don't do something that you are going to regret later," TJ warned walking over to him and trying to remove the gun from the other boy's hand.
"TJ, are you nuts, he has a gun!" King Bob yelled, trying to pull TJ away while Lawson tackled Gelman from behind, knocking him to the ground with a sickening thud.
"That's it this is war and this time no more Mr. Nice Guy!" Mundy yelled, pulling out his own weapon, a small switchblade.
"What are you going to do, have Randal over there tell on us?" King Freddie asked sarcastically, thinking that nothing much would happen. The rival gang might have been tough and may even have had a gun, but that didn't mean they all came with weapons, did it?
"No, no, this isn't anything like elementary school, now we are playing in the big leagues," Kurst informed them, standing in front of them, hands on hips. None of the Legionaries could figure out why she was even a part of the group, she didn't contribute much, and she wasn't pretty, so it wasn't as if the guys were using her for sexual reasons. The only thing anyone could figure out was that she had a nasty attitude and older brothers who could supply the boys with drugs.
"Bring it on," Lawson said in a threatening tone, stepping away from Gelman, who was still lying in a heap on the floor, and facing off with the girl.
"This is ridiculous, we are losing, can't we just beat these Legion- assholes so we can go hit that rave tonight?" Mikey complained. "Someone just do something already!"
"Fine, I didn't want it to come to this, but---oh, who am I kidding, I have been dying to do this since Skeenz left our group. I thought we were pals, but I guess I was wrong. And now, since you all decided to make us look bad with your pathetic superhero fighting all the time, we all figure that it is time to get the revenge we always wanted to get." Mundy held up his own gun, holding it up, prepared to shoot.
"Killing us isn't going to solve anything," Skeenz tried to reason. "If anything, it is going to cause more problems. You will end up in jail, and someone could end up hurt or killed."
"Oh save it, Barney. Next thing you know, you will be singing some lame lets all get along song," LK said sarcastically.
Hustler Kid looked at the two former friends facing off and turned to the rest of his boys. "Look you guys, I really don't want to do this, but I think we need to get our weapons prepared. It's obvious they all have guns, so we need to be prepared in case they shoot."
"Are you sure?" King Bob asked uncertainly. "I don't want to use them, I have a girl to get home to, a girl I promised to return home to. And we all promised our girlfriends and crushes we would be back."
"But they also know that this has the potential to turn deadly," KJ reminded them. "I say at least get them prepared, and then we can decide what to do when the time comes."
The boys made a silent agreement to get the weapons out and spread out to better fight their enemy. But as soon as they all separated, something happened that was so unexpected that nobody there was ever able to truly recover from it.
"Come on boys, stop being such wusses and fight us already!" Mikey taunted. "I want to see the Justice League finally fall on their faces. That way we can take their girls and use them for what we want to without anybody there to stop us."
That was all it took. King Bob and King Freddie lunged at him, both enraged by the degrading talk about their girlfriends, and tackled the former poet to the ground. At that moment, a gunshot was heard and a ear piercing scream followed, causing the remaining Legionaries to investigate what was going on, and for the Marshal's Black Skullz to escape before the police and ambulance to come and take away a body of someone who wanted nothing more than a friend of his to be safe, even if it cost him his life.
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A/N: This was a sucky fight I know, but I have no idea how these things work, so I made it up as I went along. So who died? Will the MBS's get arrested? Who shot the gun? Gotta keep reading to find out! Read and send me a hug for the soul, that is a nice sweet review to brighten my day! Thanks and happy reading!
LilVickiRyan: Good luck and glad you liked it! Keep reading!
Damson rhee: Thanks! No, this isn't based on a movie or anything, just a bunch of high school stereotypes I have seen over the years. Stay tuned!
LockDown: Good scenarios, I actually have one planned that is kinda like the third one you listed. But thanks anyway! Traitor, hmm, interesting idea, but it would be too much drama for what I already have planned. Thanks for the ideas and keep reading!
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The night had finally arrived and the two gangs were finally face to face in the dark alley where the fight was to take place. The Legionaries stood tall in their usual black leather attire and Marshal's Black Skullz in their ghetto alarm clock look. They glared at each other, looking like rival cowboys in one of those old Western movies. (A/N: You have no idea how hilarious this looks in my mind right now) Unknown to them, there was a car staking out behind the alley, ready to intervene and fight if necessary.
"You ready to rumble?" Butch sneered, holding up his fists in a Mike Tyson like fashion.
"More ready than you'll ever know," KJ answered, holding up his own fists and hoping he wouldn't have to use the weapons he had hidden inside his jacket.
"Then let's begin," Mikey walked up to TJ and began fighting him. Pretty soon, each one of the Legionaries was paired off with one of Marshal's Black Skullz, all of them throwing punches and slaps to each other. "It was like any other high school fight that usually took place in a hallway" Skeenz thought. "I wonder what my Jessie was so worried about, a black eye and a few bruises, and we will all be fine," But that thought came too soon, for at that very moment, Gelman pulled out a gun.
"Enough of this pansy fighting bullshit," he growled, pointing the gun towards Hustler Kid and King Freddie. "I came here to finish you guys off once and for all and if that means you have to die, then well let it be,"
"Gelman, don't , you can have school power, just don't shoot. Don't do something that you are going to regret later," TJ warned walking over to him and trying to remove the gun from the other boy's hand.
"TJ, are you nuts, he has a gun!" King Bob yelled, trying to pull TJ away while Lawson tackled Gelman from behind, knocking him to the ground with a sickening thud.
"That's it this is war and this time no more Mr. Nice Guy!" Mundy yelled, pulling out his own weapon, a small switchblade.
"What are you going to do, have Randal over there tell on us?" King Freddie asked sarcastically, thinking that nothing much would happen. The rival gang might have been tough and may even have had a gun, but that didn't mean they all came with weapons, did it?
"No, no, this isn't anything like elementary school, now we are playing in the big leagues," Kurst informed them, standing in front of them, hands on hips. None of the Legionaries could figure out why she was even a part of the group, she didn't contribute much, and she wasn't pretty, so it wasn't as if the guys were using her for sexual reasons. The only thing anyone could figure out was that she had a nasty attitude and older brothers who could supply the boys with drugs.
"Bring it on," Lawson said in a threatening tone, stepping away from Gelman, who was still lying in a heap on the floor, and facing off with the girl.
"This is ridiculous, we are losing, can't we just beat these Legion- assholes so we can go hit that rave tonight?" Mikey complained. "Someone just do something already!"
"Fine, I didn't want it to come to this, but---oh, who am I kidding, I have been dying to do this since Skeenz left our group. I thought we were pals, but I guess I was wrong. And now, since you all decided to make us look bad with your pathetic superhero fighting all the time, we all figure that it is time to get the revenge we always wanted to get." Mundy held up his own gun, holding it up, prepared to shoot.
"Killing us isn't going to solve anything," Skeenz tried to reason. "If anything, it is going to cause more problems. You will end up in jail, and someone could end up hurt or killed."
"Oh save it, Barney. Next thing you know, you will be singing some lame lets all get along song," LK said sarcastically.
Hustler Kid looked at the two former friends facing off and turned to the rest of his boys. "Look you guys, I really don't want to do this, but I think we need to get our weapons prepared. It's obvious they all have guns, so we need to be prepared in case they shoot."
"Are you sure?" King Bob asked uncertainly. "I don't want to use them, I have a girl to get home to, a girl I promised to return home to. And we all promised our girlfriends and crushes we would be back."
"But they also know that this has the potential to turn deadly," KJ reminded them. "I say at least get them prepared, and then we can decide what to do when the time comes."
The boys made a silent agreement to get the weapons out and spread out to better fight their enemy. But as soon as they all separated, something happened that was so unexpected that nobody there was ever able to truly recover from it.
"Come on boys, stop being such wusses and fight us already!" Mikey taunted. "I want to see the Justice League finally fall on their faces. That way we can take their girls and use them for what we want to without anybody there to stop us."
That was all it took. King Bob and King Freddie lunged at him, both enraged by the degrading talk about their girlfriends, and tackled the former poet to the ground. At that moment, a gunshot was heard and a ear piercing scream followed, causing the remaining Legionaries to investigate what was going on, and for the Marshal's Black Skullz to escape before the police and ambulance to come and take away a body of someone who wanted nothing more than a friend of his to be safe, even if it cost him his life.
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A/N: This was a sucky fight I know, but I have no idea how these things work, so I made it up as I went along. So who died? Will the MBS's get arrested? Who shot the gun? Gotta keep reading to find out! Read and send me a hug for the soul, that is a nice sweet review to brighten my day! Thanks and happy reading!