THROUGH
THE WARS
Always
A Reason To Fight or Defend Their Turf
The
group exchanged small talk about the attack. About 7:15 PM Dave showed
up, but this time he had a good excuse. Dave had met some of the females
from Oakley Park and bribed them with the Street Survivors best Red Bud,
they always had the best of anything in town and everyone knew it. Dave
had found out the Oakley Park was planning to set all eighteen of their
members out early. They had picked the same spots that the Street Survivors
had chosen for the attack. Time for a new plan.
"Muther
fuckin pussy fucks want to jump early, huh?" Spike stated in a commanding
tone, as Dave deposited his weapons on the bed and sat down.
Quickly
Doc and Spike came up with a new strategy.
"If
those fucks want to jump, then we'll jump even earlier. At 8:30 PM we'll
set up. Dave, take the Beretta and get up on the school roof at the
Northeast corner. You can see the school yard and the Gully from there.
Tony, you take your weapon and set at the Northwest corner of the school
yard, and watch your ass. Mike, take the baseball bat, two motorcycle
chains, and a set of chucks, and go to the Northeast edge of the Gully.
Doc, take the forty five, two tie downs, a set of chucks, and five of
the stars. Where do you want to be?" Spike advised and questioned.
"I'll
take the fallen tree, where you fucked up those two earlier this year."
Doc replied.
"Cool.
I'll take my nightchuck, a set of chucks, five stars, and two of the
tie downs. I'll be at the end of the path to the Gully. No one jump
until I give the signal. Got it?" Spike ordered.
Looking
at the clock once more, Spike read 8:27 PM. Motioning to the others,
they gathered their weapons and started out the door. Spike advised
the females to stay in the basement no matter what they heard outside,
and he turned on the radio. As usual the radio was tuned to WRIF 101
FM. Blasting out of the speakers was a new song by Foreigner entitled,
"At War With The World". The group paused, listening carefully to the
words of the song. Not a word was spoken as they listened. When the
song ended they just turned and walked out the door without one word.
It was time to defend their territory.
The
group walked towards the Gully at a quick pace. Dave split from the
group at the edge of the first parking lot of the school. By the time
the others were at the second parking lot, Dave was already in position
on the roof. Mike split off from the group at the end of the second
parking lot to head to his assigned area. Doc and Tony split off from
Spike and were heading to their respective places when over the fence
of the school yard came the same bone crushing sound that seemed to
echo from months earlier in Spike's head.
Tony
was the first to enter the conflict. Oakley Park was moving through
the pine trees in the school yard when Tony came around the corner.
Spike had a feeling that this wasn't going to be as easy as they had
planned. They were outnumbered by three to one. If Dave stayed on the
roof they would be outnumbered about four to one. Thinking also that
Tony may be out of commission, Spike started to get worried.
The
dead silence that had overcome the area was broken, as Tony plunged
his staff into the head of one of the Oakley Park members. A blood curdling
scream rang out into the night. Spike and Doc raced to the fence and
jumped it in a single bound. Spike advised Doc to shake the forty-five.
With the odds that they had against them it may hurt more than it would
help. Doc deposited it neatly in the garbage can outside the wall of
the school. Leaving it uncovered for easy access in an emergency.
Mike
had cleared the edge of the gully and was coming fast, as Doc and Spike
jumped the fence. The timing was slightly off and the three never met.
Three Oakley Park members were on Doc, Spike had three of them to worry
about, and four had surrounded Mike before he made it to the school.
Tony was in a clearing, doing battle with two of the Oakley Park members
on each side of him. Tony was using the staff to make sure that they
kept their distance.
Doc
and Spike turned their attentions to the six Oakley Park members that
surrounded them. The two had been training in hand to hand combat for
a few years now and felt reasonably proficient against other people.
Now they faced off against six people. It was kill or be killed.
"Where's
Billy boy?" Spike asked the fuckers just before they charged.
Bill
J. stood out from most of the others in the two gangs. He was about
six foot five. A tall muscular Indian fuck that Doc and Spike despised.
At fifteen years old, Bill was noticed above and among anyone else at
the school. But he hadn't come that night. He was the President of the
Oakley Park Gang and he didn't show up for a turf battle that he initiated.
It was puzzling............
.........."Next
time tell Billy boy to come out and play fuckers!" Doc yelled as the
last of the Oakley Park members disappeared down the path.
"Yeah,
and stay the fuck out of our turf!" Spike yelled behind Doc.
For
their first real battle as the Street Survivors they didn't feel to
bad. Doc and Spike wandered over to the trash barrel and Doc retrieved
the forty-five. When all of the other members had arrived at the corner
of the school they walked towards Spike's house. They walked a lot slower
than they did when they started out, but each of them had their heads
held high. They had pride in their walks. They were invincible and they
all knew it.
When
they stormed into the basement, Doc and Spike were met with hugs and
kisses. Not really looking at each other in the dark night they now
could see what they looked like. A gasp escaped from the mouths of the
girls as the group fell into a slumped pile on the floor, and the girls
cleaned and bandaged the broken noses and blood.
Tony's
nose was broken and bleeding all over the place. He had a busted jaw
and a very deep laceration over his left eye. Mike had also gotten his
nose broken, and he suffered every time he took a breath. Probably a
broken rib. Doc had broken his little finger on the right hand, and
his eye and jaw were bruised. Spike had a deep laceration on his right
forearm. For the first time Spike got his nose broken, a ritual that
would occur many times in the years to come. Among Spike's injuries
was also a broken knuckle on the right hand, it was stuck out and moved
back about a quarter of an inch. Each of the bleeding Street Survivors,
looked at Dave at the same time.
"Why
the fuck didn't you get off the roof and help?" Spike belligerently
questioned Dave.
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