A/N: I want to point out I started this, story earlier in the Fall than I did with my other crossover: Arashi Uzumaki of the Blue Plague, but still no where in the beginning, so if you want to know what happened in Blue Plague series before the point I used, you got to read the actual books. Just don't let kids read it.
I'm also censoring curse words as it's too many used in more than just saying usual ways that I can't ignore them all. At least with censoring I'm not going against my usual way of avoiding curse wordsof the Blue Plague series Tomas W. Watson, whose wife is Tina Watson. I should also tell you Watson always based a character after himself in his books, and in the Blue Plague series that's Bruce.
Finally, I don't own the Blue Plague series or the Naruto series or it's characters. But I do know the wife of the writer of the Blue Plague series Tomas W. Watson, whose wife is Tina Watson. I should also tell you Watson always based a character after himself in his books, and in the Blue Plague series that's Bruce.
if you see letters with '-' that's me sensoring curse words in case none of you realized that.
If you haven't read it yet, read this first:
Blue Plague's Nine-Tail Fox's Son: The Fall
Blue Plague's Nine-Tail Fox's Son: The Survival
Warren's Gang of Evil
Earlier that day, sixty miles to the southwest.
A guy was sitting in the houseboat he used for his command post for his gang, waiting on the scouting party to get back from the night patrol. A young nude woman in her early twenties brought him a plate of food and sat it on the table. The guy reached over, grabbing her a- and squeezing it hard. The girl never moved or made any sound. Smiling, he reached up and slapped her across the face. Once again she must accept the slap and stood there. "Get on your knees." the guy told her, and she did as she told.
Chuckling to himself as he ate, the guy looked at the woman. That is how they are supposed to act, he thought to himself. Several of his gang had wanted to keep the women locked up, but Warren wouldn't let them. If a woman wanted to leave, then she could carry her a-. Of course, if she were caught leaving, then it was play time.
He started his gang with the help of his two younger brothers with sixty men-mostly drinking and hunting buddies and friend of a friend. They hit several police stations and pawn shops for weapons along with scoring some food. Their numbers were at a hundred and seven when they tried to hit Fort Polk, only to lose a lot of men just trying to get away with no weapons as it was still manned by the military.
So they tried for checkpoints instead. But even that hit a snag when they hit the checkpoint at a dam only to find someone already raided the place. They even took the reenactment and antique guns, which did strike the gang as odd since most people would ignore them for modern guns due to their lack of accuracy and in some cases inability to fire more than one bullet at a time. It was clear whoever raided the checkpoint was going after anything that can fire.
Still, even with the setback on weapons, they increased their numbers to over three hundred men, and when a woman tried to escape, she had to go through every man there. Most women now never made it past the first dozen. Not that many had tried to leave, because where would they go. With over three hundred women in camp and half that many kids, there was more than enough to go around.
But they got got their second win two weeks ago when they made a run into Mississippi to a National Guard armory. His gang now had military weapons and a lot of ammo. They even got some grenades, but no heavy weapons or vehicles. That didn't bother him too much. Those army vehicles made a lot of notes and drank a lot of fuel. To compensate for lack of protection his gang would just hit fast.
The area they were in was secured. A fifteen-foot fence cut the peninsula off and Toledo Bend protected their back. All the women and kis had to do was just obey the rules, which meant whatever a man wanted, they had to do it.
The leader sat back from the table smiling. He had sent a patrol out last night to check on the gang that had taken over the state park at Bistineau. It was time to take them out, and then deal with his wife Pam at the Williams farm.
He had never been to Bruce's farm, but he had an idea where it was. When Warren started thinking of that shaved head f-, it made him mad enough to kill. The leader wanted to kill him, but first, he was going to hurt Bruce by torturing and raping his family. How dare he judge the leader and interfere with his family? Pan had to be beaten regularly because she tried to tell him what he could and couldn't do. That b- could not even give him a son.
That day years ago, when that man: Bruce, had come over, Pam had stopped Warren from f- his daughter Tonya. She was his daughter, and he could do whatever he wanted to her. Pam had jumped on his back while Tonya had run out of the house, heading to her boyfriend Steve's house. Warren beat the h- out of Pam that afternoon after Tonya left. Then the a- showed up.
The leader had called over his brothers to help, but Bruce has his buddy Mike backing him up and even though they still outnumbered Bruce, he and Mike still beat the h- out of them until the police came. The leader went to jail but he got out, and finished going to counselling. Pam continued to threaten Warren with calling Bruce to the house.
The night of the fall, Warren finally took back control and beat Pam severely. He wasn't even sure if she was still alive. They returned to the house after the Fork Polk incident to grab a few things and Pam was nowhere near to be seen. She probably went to that farm.
They never been to Bruce's farm at first, but after an hour of driving around one night, they finally found the farm. Then, the leader had his youngest brother drive them back to camp. Now, the leader knew where to find them.
Looking at the clock on the wall, which read ten a.m., the leader started eating as his youngest brother Ed came in.
Ed looked at his brother and leader. "Warren, the patrol is back and Carl is on the way here. Warren just grunted as he continued eating, waiting on Carl, the middle brother. Ten minutes later, Carl walked in.
Warren stopped eating and looked up, asking, "Well, how many do they have?"
"None," Carl said. "They're all dead."
Warren laughed. Well, we can go see my wife. "Blues get them? Warren asked.
"Only some of them, but they were dead already when the blues ate on them," Carl answered with wide eyes.
Warren closed his eyes, not wanting to hit his brother. "Just tell me what you found," he said.
"Well, we saw that nothing was was moving at the park, so we went in for a look. The buildings that had gang members in them were blown up. The buildings that held supplies and women weren't. Then four trucks were shot full of holes. One of the guys on my patrol was in Desert Storm and said the buildings looked like they had been taken out with missiles. I asked him to explain and he said what he thought happened is the military watched the area with drones to figure out where the women slept which was used for storage. Then they sent in gunships to blow up the buildings and brought in transports to offload troops to get the women. These troops took out the trucks and rounded up the women."
Carl stopped, seeing Warren getting mad, and then he continued. 'I asked him why he thought it was the military. Couldn't someone just sneak in and blow up the buildings? He said no. The blast were too focused for anything but a hellfire missile. Then he said a gang would have taken the supplies. I looked inside the buildings and sure enough they were full of ammo, explosives, weapons, and food. Warren, I agree with him. I think the military is still around here.:
Warren stood up, kicking the kneeling woman in the chest. Bending down, he grabbed her by the hair and bent her over the table. The women never made a sound and just lay there as silent tears rolled out of her eyes. When Warren finished, he grabbed the woman by the hair, throwing her to the ground.
Buckling is pants, Warren looked at his brothers. "We will only strike east and west from now on. No more than three vehicles together at a time. If our patrols stay small, they won't be able to find us. Double the guard and have someone monitor the radios at all times."
Ed looked at Warren. "What will we do if they find us?"
"Run, you stupid m-! What else can we do?" Warren said, getting angry at his brother.
"Don't we meet to plan where we are going to go?" Carl asked.
Warren slapped Carl across the face, knocking him down. "I was getting to that. Don't think you're smarter than me Carl. I'm the boss!" Carl, holding his facem just looked up at Warren.
Warren had not thought about making plans, but it was good idea and he did not want Carl to think he was too smart. "Get your lieutenants together. We will make plans today in case we are hit."
Ed looked at Warre. "Warren, don't hit me, okay, but whenever we send out just a few trucks, the blues hit us."
Warren shook his head. "Well, they had better moved fast then, shouldn't they?"
Ed swallowed, replying, "Warren, we have to bring food in every week."
"What? We have plenty here for us," Warren told Ed proudly.
"Warren, some of the women and kids are looking rather poorly now from lack of food," Ed replied.
Warren shook his head, looking at the floor. "Paw never taught you right, baby brother. A woman's only purpose is to supply a man's needs. So I guess it's up to me, the oldest," Warren said, turning around, picking up the woman off the floor and throwing her back on the table.
Warren looked at Ed. "F- her, Ed!" Warren told him.
Ed looked at the woman lying on the table, and replied, "I can't, Warren."
Warren pulled a pistol from the small of his back and aimed it at Ed. I did not ask you, Ed. I told you." Ed looked at the brother with a pleading look.
Warren cocked the hammer back and aimed the pistol at Ed's crotch, "If you don't f- her in the next thirty seconds. I'll shoot you in the dick, Ed."
Ed looked at Carl for help but did not find any. He moved to the table and did what his brother told him to.
A/N: With that you guys now got to know Warren. If you haven't guessed Tonya Warren was referring too is indeed Steve's now wife Tonya which means Warren's wife is Pam, but as you'll find out Tonya's relations to Warren is less than what it appears.
Anyways, you see why I wasn't so keen to introducing Warren. Jim did evil things, but as you see he is redeemable enough to rejoin the human race, but Warren is beyond redeemable. Ed could be redeemable, but as you'll find out with the 'sacrifice' coming up in this story, saving the redeemable won't be so simple for a while.
