NOTE: This is my first story so please bare with me. I've decided to base this on the original movie, deleted scenes and all, as well as the story established in the Rockstar Games version. So basically, my continuation of the original movie by Walter Hill but with elements from the game. Leave a review to tell me what you think and enjoy.

It'd been ages since Cleon had been beaten, not just in a fight but flat-out wrecked. His initiation into The Destroyers gave him leather skin and a jaw of steel, but this wasn't Virgil, and it wasn't East Coney.

The Warrior laid in a puddle of both blood and rain water, his hearing was muffled and his oxygen was cut off as a Gramercy Riff stood on his throat to keep him pinned down while his fellow Riffs continued the beating. The blows stopped hurting a few moments ago, at this point his entire body was numb. The strength was pummeled out of Cleon and it seemed this was it.

He had no time to question anything as the police suddenly opened fire upon the dozens of street gangs still scrambling to escape the meeting.

Cleon sucked in fresh air and got a glimpse of his attackers while they escaped through an exit only available to them, then he saw their leader being carried away by a dozen more Riffs.

Cyrus, he thought. Look at this mess.

The pain returned, but in turn so did his energy as pure rage took over the warlord. He shook off the water, picked up his durag and squeezed a nearby metal railing to help pull himself back to his feet. He wasn't going down that easy, and these cops were going to have to work if they wanted to take him in.

Then it hit him: He was alone.

No Swan, Ajax or the rest of his Warriors. He couldn't help but feel betrayed that his brothers didn't try to help him, but then again, he was overtaken by the biggest gang in the city while cops flooded the gates. What could they have done?

He remembered he put Swan in charge should anything happen to him, so he thought better than to be angry with them, at least for the time being. They were gonna be fine, now it was Cleon who needed to catch up.

If he wanted to make it home tonight, it was time to move.

"Stop!" A cop shouted toward him, "You're under arrest!"

Cleon tried to talk back to the incoming officer but no words escaped his mouth, only blood. He leaned over to expel the fluid while the cop stopped abruptly.

"Oh, god, we got a gusher! Bring EMS to Van Cortlandt park!"

Cleon was on top of the officer in a second, ripping for his pistol immediately. His killer instinct was still there but his strength was evidently lacking, to say the least.

"Get him off me, he's going for my gun!" The panicked officer screamed desperately.

Punk ass pig...

Angered, Cleon settled for his nightstick and ducked under an incoming blow from a backup officer. The warlord wasted no time smashing his weapon off this man's knees and elbow striking the downed officer before knocking him out with a devastating nightstick blow. He barrel-rolled out of harms way and took off in a mad dash for any exit not blocked by New York's finest.

As police engaged or arrested rival gangs, Cleon sped through the chaos, shoving others out of his way. He could feel his energy depleting so he needed to escape the cops right now.

"Stop right there!"

"You best keep on runnin', chump!"

"Get on the ground!"

"It was him - THE WARRIORS DID IT!"

A mix of foot soldiers and cops' voices echoed throughout Cleon's head but he ignored them as he kept running. The cops nearly had the entire park closed off but there was one spot they didn't have yet. The boys in blue made eye contact with Cleon and knew where his mind was at, so five officers bolted over to block the last exit before he could escape.

Cleon threw his nightstick at the closest officer and as he fell, the other four cops tumbled over his body, securing The Warrior's getaway.

"Shit! He got out!" The leading officer called out as he got back to his feet, "I hope you idiots have the rest of the block cut off!"

They didn't, otherwise Cleon would have been tackled the moment he jumped the chain link fence separating the sidewalk from the grass. His energy was nearly spent, but as long as he stayed in the shadows, he could continue. The police sirens, cursing between apprehended thugs and flashing red lights gave Cleon a massive headache, although surviving a gang beating also wasn't helping. He saw his battered face in the dark reflection of an office window, noting the nasty cuts around his eyes caused by the razor sharp elbow strikes he received.

"No time to feel sorry for yo'self." Cleon said aloud "The fuck happened out here, anyway?..."

His answer would soon come, but for now he needed to keep moving. He wasn't dead, and Coney Island awaited his return.

6:26 AM, CONEY ISLAND HANGOUT

Rembrandt was the first to crash on the couch, falling asleep almost instantly. Cowboy went downstairs and laid on one of the blue gym mats they had by the exercise area, with Vermin and Snow passing out on the other two. Cochise tossed his necklace and headband onto a table as he sat down for a well deserved, slightly too warm beer he left the night before. Finally, Swan led Mercy through the main entrance and joined Cochise.

Swan's girl looked around in disgust. "This is your home?"

"Door's right there if you wanna go somewhere else." Swan replied, exchanging grins with his fellow solider across the table.

"Come on, don'tcha think this flophouse is dingy?" Mercy asked as she crossed the floor to look out the window. "You guys should redecorate-"

"Girl, you gotta learn to shut that mouth of yours, that's what YOU gotta do!" Cochise exploded as he untied his boots.

She raised her hands protectively. "Okay, sorry! I'm just saying..."

Swan pulled out a hidden 6 pack of beer and slid one over to his brother before offering one to his girl. "Just sit down and relax. Or play on that damn pinball machine, whatever shuts you up first."

She took the bottle and stuck her middle finger up as she sat on his lap, while Cochise finally saw this fresh beer sitting in front of him.

"Where the hell did you get this? I couldn't find shit before we took off last night!"

The warchief looked out the window. "Ajax stashed it. Was supposed to drink it with 'em when we got back. Guess that's not happening now."

Mercy turned to him. "Ajax, which one was he?"

"The one I stopped from givin' it to you."

"You mean before YOU suggested the rest of your boys pull a train on me, right?"

Swan put his forehead to her's. "It was a joke."

"Bullshit!" Mercy laughed.

She squealed aloud as Swan playfully pinched her side, causing Cochise to leave the table.

"Man, take that shit outside, warchief. I'm trying to get my buzz-on, don't wanna see you get a hard-on!"

He brought his chair over to where their radio sat, usually it was Snow who controlled the music but since he was out for the day, that duty fell on Cochise's shoulders.

Swan took his advice but instead of going outside, he took his girl to the only room in the hangout, the washroom. An hour later, Cochise still sat upstairs drinking alone, laughing at Swan's choice of privacy for the couple.

"Aye, if it worked for Ajax, big man can do it!" He exclaimed.

His laughter stopped the moment he heard footsteps racing up the patio staircase outside. All of The Warriors were here, and shop owners always waited for them to collect the protection money instead of sending somebody, so who could this be running up to the hangout?

The front door swung open and Kevin, an employee at The Meat Market, came inside.

"Swan! It's Cleon! He needs you guys to pick him up!"

Cochise spit out his beer, Rembrandt woke up and the washroom door ripped open immediately.

"Cleon is alive?!" Rembrandt asked.

Swan came running up the stairs as fast as he could. "Where is he?"

"He's at the Wonder Wheel! A couple of the guys around the block found him and he sent me here to get you guys!"

Rembrandt stood up and grasped his shoulders. "Are you sure it's Cleon?"

Kevin pushed him off. "Yes! I looked him right in the eyes! You guys gotta hurry, he's hurt real bad."

The warchief signaled for the young writer to go outside, then he grabbed the radio and chucked it down towards the wall of the exercise area, waking Cowboy, Vermin and Snow instantly.

"Up, Warriors. The Warlord needs us"