As Indio was walking up the stairs, he bumped into a furious Chino.
"I can't believe your doing this to me," Chino said infuriately.
"Chino, you don't understand, things have changed for me. I don't feel the need to kill I see things differently now," Indio said calmly.
"You wanna know what I see, I see a lost little chicken, too afraid to fight but too afraid to hide. You rely on the sharks to keep you protected but you don't do anything for them. You gotta be tough, we still have to wipe out the jets completely."
"I'm sorry Chino but I ain't gonna play your kind of game," Indio turned to walk away but Chino stopped him.
"Fine, go ahead and leave I'll tell the boys what a chicken you are." Chino paused then continued, "one more thing, to show you what I really think of you buddy-boy," In a second Chino swung his arm back and pushed his fist as hard as he could into Indio's already bruised face. Indio fell down; his back landed fiercely against the metal stairs. He moaned as Chino spit on him then walked by.
Indio slowly sat up and opened his hazel eyes; he was surprised to find himself in Maria's room. He looked around the room but no one was there. Slowly, he crawled out of the bed and placed his feet on the cold floor. He tired to stand up but was too dizzy and fell back onto the bed. Closing his eyes for a minute, he reflected on all that had happened the last couple of days. Why did this have to happen to me? Indio questioned himself then stood up again feeling a little better. I have to find the Jets I want to see where they stand, if they want to fight or if there more about peace like me. And with that Indio shuffled his feet to the door, trying to prepare what he would say to the jets.
"What are we goin' do now," Baby John asked.
"We'll do what any ordinary person would do, find Chino and kill him, we can finish what we started!" Action said jumping up and using his own fist as a punching bag.
"Ordinary people don't kill, Action, ordinary people have jobs, families, and live in nice houses," Ice said calmly, "We don't have any of that." Ice slumped to the ground and put his head in his hands. "Oh great, I forgot about Riff's family, how am I supposed to tell them that he's dead?"
"We'll go with you Daddy-O, Jack will take the news especially hard," A-rab walked over and put a hand on Ice's shoulder.
"Thanks guys," Ice stood up and smiled just slightly then started walking towards Riff's parents house.
"Here we are, home sweet home," Ice turned to the jets, "You guys don't hafta come if you don't want to. But if you do I'm warning you; there will be crying, anger, hatred, screamin' and all that stuff that comes with pain and sorrow. So who's comin'?" A couple jets backed up but Action, A-rab, Anybody's, Baby John, and Snowboy stood their ground for reasons they could not explain.
"All right lets go," Ice walked up the creaky wooden stairs thinking of all the times he and Riff used to sit there when they were younger, before they became part of the jets and were completely ignorant of all the pain, blood, and tears that it would lead to. And now Ice felt a sense of guilt, he was the one who had convinced Riff to join the jets in the first place. Trying to ignore the strange feelings he kept walking focusing on the job that he had to do. Seconds later he was surprised to find a tear, a real tear, flowing down his lonely cheek. Stop it Ice, what's wrong with me, I've done this before, this time is no different. Who am I kidding, Riff was my best friend, my brother, my hero, and now he's gone...forever. Ice thought to himself then realized he had reached the door, whichalso seemed to be frowning. I can't do this... help me Riff... please. Ice pleaded to himself. All right, deep breathes, I'm so sorry Riff. Ice said as another tear strolled down his cheek. Thenhe broke the silent night with a gentle knock of his fist against the cold wooden door.