Red - A Warriors Fan Fic

Cyrus' Meeting.

Roman candles blazed in the sky, the celebrations had begun. Down here in the Van Cortlandt park though, it was mostly dark, save the flashlights shining on a small mound in the grass. A dark man with a mean face approached, facing the crowd of gangs from almost every major city.

"Who'd you say this fruit was again?" Ajax mocked. Cleon, their gang leader, glared at him. "Just soldier and keep your mouth shut." The rest of the brothers kept quiet, watching the man in the lights begin.

"We are here because of the enemy." The man called Cyrus begun. "The adults, the world of the other, they put us down. The courts and the prisons and the school-prisons and the home-prisons; these put us down." Everyone nodded. "We are all lost, lost from the beginning and lost now, lost till our deaths."

Cleon nodded wisely and wished he had thought of it all that way himself. Ajax didn't understand Cyrus' words and shook his head violent, saying "Man, I don't dig any of this jive at all, I don't want to hear any more of it." Cleon nudged him. Snow, the bearer, waited ready to agree with whatever Cleon and Swan agreed with. Rembrandt fought his wild terror, but managed to look as icy as Cyrus there, frozen in that pool of light in the park's darkness. Swan listened to the words and began to see where it was all heading and understood that here was the Man, the leader they had all been waiting for.

"What's to be done? At any time there are twenty thousand hard-core members, forty thousand counting regular affiliates, sixty thousand counting the unorganized but ready-to-fight. There's about four army divisions. Do you realize what this means?" Cyrus looked around to them all. "With woman it would come to a hundred thousand. A hundred thousand! One gang, all together, could run the city. They treat us like we had the same mother, and they fuck our mother and that's what makes us brothers." They all looked around, they were all one.

The gangs from all over began to cheer, throwing their hands up in the air. Swan and Cleon both bore a wide smile. Rembrandt and Cowboy were cheering too, and Cochise, Vermin, and Snow just stared on. The only one not smiling was Ajax, but that was no surprise. Fox wasn't there; he was up on a stone wall behind the Rogues. He was watching the crowd to keep an eye out. The cheers continued, but something loud echoed around everyone-stopping it. BANG.

Cyrus was shot. His men ran towards him, and everyone else ran for the exits. Flood lights ignited all around the park, scaring all of the soldiers. A panic erupted all around and the boys ran in every direction. The cops were here, and they were chasing down anyone they could.

"The other way, against the crowd, and keep you ass down, down!" Hollered Cleon to his son's. They ran together, leaving Cleon behind to check on Cyrus. They were trapped now against a wooden fence. They looked around in a frenzy hoping for a miracle. Ajax turned around and begun punching and kicking wildly at a graffitied wood fence. Swan joined in too, and they finally broke through and begun ripping it open. The boys ran through as Ajax shouted "Go, go, go!"

The boys ran and ran for a long time, until their sides ached, and reached an old cemetery.