Anybodys might have done some of his best work ever in that fight before the goddamn useless coppers had broken it up before it could get too good like they always did.

The guy he had skillfully knocked off of Baby John and clobbered until those stupid all too familiar sirens and whistles had started hadn't known what had hit him, and he was pretty sure that one was the second in command of the Emeralds!

Riff had to let him back in the gang now, he just had to, even he, the undeserved leader of the Jets who predictably hadn't been leading them anywhere good since Tony had drifted away from the gang for some reason, would have to recognize with whatever it was that lay between his ears that if he didn't let one of their best fighters and definitely their best spy by virtue of being the only one of them who was willing to spy on their rival gangs back into the gang, he'd be doing nothing but hurting them almost as badly or maybe even worse than he had when his attempts to reinvigorate Tony's passion for the Jets had veered into harassment that clearly hadn't even been good at convincing him to stay because he had left anyway.

Anybodys would have been able to get him to stay if he had been the only one barking up that tree, but of course Riff had had to go and mess it up... he'd get him back eventually, but for now he didn't need him to come back to get back into the gang because he'd just clobbered one of the Emeralds' best fighters!

He ran up to the front of the group where he thought he had the right to be for some reason, where he was trying to fill those metaphorical footprints of Tony's that he would never be able to fill, having to force his way through the other Jets... the Jets who didn't want to let him through at times even though they were supposed to be his brothers and throwing their scowls and hurled insults at him right back at them before finally getting up there in the position he would do a way better job of filling than the guy who delusionally thought he was Tony's best friend for some reason.

"Riff, ya gotta let me back in the gang! I smashed that guy so bad he'll think twice before messing with us again for sure!"

Riff kept looking ahead instead of acknowledging him with anything more than the usual annoying sharp inhale and narrowing of his eyes he did before unfairly rejecting him once again, but before he could answer him, A-Rab did from behind him.

"That'd be more likely ta work if he smashed you in the other way."

Some of the others laughed at this not even clever joke... it wouldn't be clever even if there was any way in hell Anybodys would ever smash any guy like that, let alone a member of their rival gang... and the white hot rage that Riff's eminent refusal had stoked in him blazed even brighter, overtaking his entire body.

He whipped around, nearly stumbling over the curb he was right next to in his haste to do so and the blinding affect of his righteous fury but swiftly managing to recover, and affixed a death glare onto the guy who had dared to insult him in that way and was about to pay the price for it.

"You wanna say that again ta my face?! I'll make you eat those words, ya yellow-bellied chicken!"

Anybodys skillfully lunged at him, noticing that not all of his focus and energy was going into clobbering him like usual because he was a little distracted wishing that his friend Ice would help him with these challenges to his honor for once even though he had never really done that.

Right before he reached him, he felt himself being unceremoniously shoved hard by... someone, he didn't know who... away from him in the direction of the street.

Hitting the hard, rough, unforgiving surface of the road and skidding along it a little felt bad, but just as he was starting to pick himself back up so he could figure out who did that and fight him as a warm-up before taking on A-Rab, he was hit with a far worse pain along most of his body.

Anybodys collapsed back onto the ground in spite of himself, trying and failing to process what had just happened through his mind feeling like it was spinning on its wheels and the ringing in his ears and the pounding of his heart in his chest.

He vaguely became aware of some clamor that sounded different somehow from the collective sound that usually came from the Jets, more... panicked? definitely less pleasant, more like the bad kind of noisy he was painfully familiar with that faded into the distance just as quickly, and then he was being gently but still painfully turned over onto his back by...

...Shit, that was Ice, and he had never seen him this worried and... angry? but not at him, at them... it was because one of those fuckers had just shoved him into the path of the car he could barely see with the blurriness and instability that now plagued his vision, he realized.

There was no way that was an accident, they had to have seen and heard it coming because they unlike him had no reason to be blinded by rage and most of them besides Tony and Ice had always hated him and wanted him gone for some reason.

What a helluva way to do it, the only way that would have worked because nothing else would have gotten him to give up on getting his rightful position in the gang back than making it so that he literally couldn't give up or continue to pursue that goal or do anything else ever again.

Good luck to them winning against the Emeralds without one of their best fighters and the only one who was doing any spying, and with the curse he was about to unleash on them even if it took the last of his strength.

Ice was saying something, he couldn't really hear what it was with his senses all jumbled to hell, but he stopped as he fought against his rapidly fading awareness of his surroundings and body to deliver one final message to one of the only ones of them who had been decent to him, who would be a way better leader for the Jets than Riff and even Tony, who in fact was better than the nothing that Anybodys now realized with this betrayal that they deserved and would hopefully be willing to help him bring them down to their knees well below that nothing.

"Kill whoever did that, won't ya?"

Anybodys barely processed the shift in Ice's expression towards something like sullen resignation... he had known him well enough to not be shocked by that final request of his, he really was cool unlike all those other bitches he used to deign to call his brothers... before what little awareness of reality he had managed to cling to for this long faded entirely.

Author's Note: And then he gets isekaid into Romeo and Juliet as Benvolio /j