Red - A Warriors Fan Fic

The Riffs and The Rogues

You guys were all drained and tired, and walked back out of the the bathroom in quiet victory. You were all welcomed to the sound of a train above arriving on the platform. You all jogged up the steps with your remaining energy, and boarded the train. Luckily you were the only ones on the train at this hour, which must have been somewhere around 5a.m you figured. The train took off and you sat near a window, looking out at the rain falling once more outside.

After a half hour or so most of you were asleep. Cowboy was laying on a seat with his bat between his knees; passed out. Snow and Vermin sat next to one another, their heads on the back of the window, eyes closed. Cochise and Fox remained standing; the only ones awake. Rembrandt fell asleep with his comic book on his face, while Mercy and Swan next to him were asleep side by side. As for yourself, you had fallen asleep sitting next to Ajax with your head against the window; who was resting his head on your shoulder.

Finally the train pulled to a stop, and Fox yelled at you all to wake up. You all groggily stood up, wavering on your feet from a lack of rest.

"Our outfit's nearby." Swan said to you and Mercy as you walked off the train. You both nodded and followed the boys. The sun was out now in a post rainy haze. It was probably 6 a.m.

After five minutes of walking through the littered streets, you all heard the rumbling of a car behind you. You turned to look, and noticed it was a beetle, covered in graffiti. Fox walked up to Swan muttering something to him inaudibly. They turned past a store and ran for the shelter of the pier. You all followed. You and Mercy looked at one another, not understanding the situation, but followed behind the boys regardless.

You had run underneath the boardwalk when Swan grabbed both you and Mercy's arm, stopping you.

"Wait a couple seconds after we move, then cut out the other way." He said. "Why can't I stay with you?" Mercy cut in. "Just do what I tell you, okay?" He looked at her hard, then to you. "We can take care of ourselves, we've proved that." Mercy said. He studied you both for a moment, and to both your surprise, nodded. "Come on."

Swan led you to a hidden section underneath the pier, and told you all to find a makeshift weapon. You watched as the boys tore off old pipes, grabbed driftwood, and make weapons from broken bottles. You clicked open the blade you got off the Hurricane, and looked over at Cowboy and Snow brandishing their bats.

Just then, the sound of bottles clinking resonated through the cement walls. "Warriors, come out to play." A voice shakily sang. "Warriors, come out to play." He sang out again; his voice becoming more mad. He repeated this a taunt a few more times, and Swan looked behind at you all. "Everybody packed?" You all nodded. "Stay behind me, I'm gonna take em out to the sand." He said. "Let's waste these wimps." Ajax grumbled. He grabbed your arm and led you the way.

The sun way high now and there was a cold breeze blowing in your hair. You were all standing on the beach, waiting. You weren't sure the name of the gang you were about to tangle with, but you knew their colours and their leader; Luther. They made a real impression; nothing good.

You looked up towards the tall grass and saw several walk out of them, meeting you a few paces away. They were wearing mostly black leather, with chains and spikes embroidered on their clothes. They walked up to you all, in silence.

Swan and Luther stood toe to toe, eyeing one another carefully. Swan finally spoke.

"When we see the ocean, we figure were home, we're safe." He said. "This time you got it wrong." The leader sneered. He was shorter than the rest of his brothers. He had long curly hair that was held back with a bandana tied around his forehead.