Red - A Warriors Fan Fic

Boppin' Heads

  It was a few weeks later and your wound was basically healed; save a slight bruising sensation when bent over a certain way. But that only applied to time alone with Ajax. The boys were constantly consulting with one another and going over the plan to go after the Jones Street Boys. Ajax was in and out of the joint, exercising in preparation for the rumble.

You had convinced Swan in private, that you could be a part of the Jones Street Boys take out. The plan was that you and one of your boys would walk into their turf, a bottle in hand. You two would act real drunk; to lure the Jones Street Boys, in hopes they'd try to jump you as a drunk, easy target. Then when they'd make their move to attack, the Warrior's and Saracen's would come out of hiding and finish them for good. That night, was tonight.

"She's a fuckin' chick!" Ajax growled. He had just heard knows that you were in on the plan to take out the boys, and he wasn't happy. He was arguing with Swan and Snow in the kitchen. "This is what she signed up for." Swan said. "This is the only plan that will work if we want it done quick. The easier the plan, the better." He firmed. Ajax snarled. "Then let it be me who goes with her!" Ajax said. "I've already told you this before," Swan said. "They know you two are an item, they'd sense a trap." he said. Ajax breathed out hard, frustrated. Snow put a hand on Ajax's shoulder to relax him. Ajax shrugged him off and trudged to his room.

You were in your bedroom picking out the right outfit. You needed something that didn't show you were ready for a brawl, but rather one that showed you were ready for a party. You rummaged through your things and found a gold sequinned crop top. You threw that on and pulled on a black high waisted skirt, it covered the almost-healed stab wound. You looked around for your blade, finding it and hiding it down the middle of your shirt. You figured you'd be walking a lot tonight and skipped the high heels. You put on your sneakers and threw a purse over your shoulder. All done, you thought.

You left your bedroom and headed for the bathroom; checking your hair out in the mirror. You let Mercy do it like her own, earlier this afternoon. It sat in beautiful waves. You put on some fake eyelashes, and added some gold glitter on your eyelids to match your top. You were done. You threw on some lipgloss and left to meet up with the boys.

"Awe sooky sooky!" Vermin called out from across the living room. He was standing near the radio with Ajax, sharing a fag. Ajax returned that comment with a heavy slug in Vermin's shoulder. You smirked. "Alright, alright." Vermin backed away. But Swan interrupted the boys; he walked into the living room facing you all. "We leave now. We need to get there before Red does; to be ready." He said. The boys all stood up, and Ajax called out. "Well who's she goin' with then? Ain't no one here I trust more than myself." he objected. The boys looked around at one another. "Vermin." Swan said. "You'll be our heavy muscle, and our brains out there on your own tonight. Make sure you do everything right." he looked stern. Vermin nodded. Ajax complained, but you knew he preferred this optionover anyone else. "See you in an hour. Red, Vermin." Swan said his goodbyes, and turned to leave. Mercy followed; she was walking them to the station. Ajax turned to Vermin before leaving through the hall. "Better keep an eye on her, man." He smacked him in the shoulder, and left behind Cochise.

The door closed, leaving just you two alone. "So." Vermin grinned mischievously. "What're we gonna do now?" He winked. You rolled your eyes and smirked. "Shut up." You sat back down on the couch, and he continued to switch the stations. A half hour went by and you two begun readying yourselves to leave. "What about that bottle?" You called out from the kitchen; you were chewing down a few crackers. "Oh ya, thats right." You heard him echo back. You finished up and left to grab your bag again off the couch. "This work?" He asked from the hallway. He was leaning against the wall, holding up a full bottle of whiskey; grinning.