Red - A Warriors Fan Fic

Warriors #3

Ajax had been on the train for 40 minutes already, just 10 more to go. He was breathing hard, ready for something major. He had taken off his vest and put it on his bed back at the outfit. He grabbed a black hoodie from Fox's room before he took off, and was now pulling the hood over his head, zipping it up for disguise.

He was tightening his fingerless gloves in his fists, anticipating to be met with a couple Eliminators right off the platform. But they weren't there. Ajax walked up the stairs of the station, and walked out on the street towards their outfit; he knew where they were.

Ajax looked around himself every few seconds, even though the streets had more than a few people on them. He was sure he wouldn't be noticed, not unless they saw his face; he was a well known Warrior, and he knew it.

He turned down Prince street and walked on for a few more minutes, when he was nearing a smoke shop. The door swung open a few paces away from him, and four boys in their yellow jackets walked out, joking and talking with one another.

Ajax quickly turned to his right, keeping his head low and out of sight. They didn't see him. He wasn't even sure what he would do once he got to their outfit, he didn't even know if you were alive; but he would find that out when the time came.

He was there. He could see three Eliminators standing in the doorway; he knew them. It was Beckman, Styles, and Dash; all having a smoke. Ajax pulled Fox's hoodie on more securely, to hide his face. He walked towards the door with his head down, hands in his pockets. There was no one on the street to see what he did next.

As he approached the three boys directly to his right, Ajax quickly threw up his fists; smashing one in the side of the jaw, and another a kick to the balls. The third was furthest from him, and quickly grabbed for his blade.

He drew it towards Ajax, when he had knocked the second boy out; after the kick in the groin. He sliced his arm with the knife, but it wasn't enough to stop him.

Ajax stepped back and grabbed the wrist of the boy, cracking him in the mouth three times until he was out cold. Now for the hard part.

Ajax looked around quickly to makes sure no other Eliminators were nearby. He could see he was in the clear, so he dragged their unconscious bodies around the side; out of sight. He needed to get in and out, as quick as possible.

Ajax took one last look around the front, before he pushed open the door as quietly as he could. He nudged it open and listened out for anyone nearby it. No one was. He stuck his head in, looking around and seeing nothing but a bunch of grocery carts and garbage scattered around.

He let himself fully in, closing the door silently behind him. He crouched down and crept along the entryway, peering his head around the left corner; which opened to their main area with the fire pit, and to the left; the office and bathrooms.

"He could see four boys out by the fire, smoking on a joint and listening to music on a nearby radio. They were far away enough he didn't have to worry about being seen; but could still hear their mutterings. He listening in on them talking about rumbles they dealt with recently, drug busts and the basic word. But nothing about you.

Ajax wondered if you truly were alive still. And if you weren't, if what he was doing right now was worth it. He didn't like these thoughts, and grumbled to himself in silence. Time to find out.

Just as he made his move to sneak in closer to the rooms, he heard a girl's scream muffled through a room to the left. He perked up at this, knowing who's scream that belonged to. Was he a minute too late to save you? It took everything he had not to go running in there. But he couldn't. He needed a plan.

How would he save you, but also keep quiet if someone was in there with you? Ajax didn't have a weapon on him, and he was one man against potentially 5.

But before he had to think much longer on what to do, the door down and to the left where your scream had come from; opened and a boy came out; slamming the door on his way.

"Flair man, that was quick." One of the boys at the fire snickered, and the other boys joined in. But the boy was fuming. "The bitch bit my fucking hand!" He barked.

Ajax squinted to see him holding up his hand to his brothers. Even from where he was he could see the blood drips. Ajax grinned at you; always putting up a fight.

But his smile quickly disappeared, and turned black when Flair continued. "Fuck it. That whore already got what was coming to her anyway." the boy grimaced.

Ajax stomach felt heavy. He had a very dark feeling that he knew what they were doing to you; but he couldn't be sure. He couldn't get the thought out of his head; and his breathing quickened and he was seeing red.

But for the first time ever; he realized that the negative outweighed the positive, if he acted with his gut instinct. He had to get you out first.