PrologueTwo familes both alike in power
In Verona Beach where our story takes place
From past fights to recent riots
Where innocent blood makes innocent hands unclean
From each of these families
A single doomed child was born
For only their deaths could bury their parent's hatred
Or continue it themselves.
Act One Scene One Part I The band was rocking the stage, with Allan Pritchard as a front man, no one could resist the sound of his voice. the show was going well and the crowd was rocking out and having a good time.
Meanwhile, two Armstrong's walked by the bar and wondered what was going on. When they entered they ordered drink and began cursing amongst themselved.
"I swear David, these fucking Pritchards don't know how to play music."
"Well then do something about it instead of whining Andy."
"I know I'll give them the finger and piss them off. Then they'll start a riot and get in trouble." Andy whispered to his comrade .
"Just make sure the law is on your side, and try not to do anything stupid." David replied
Andy laughed and stayed put as the song ended, while everyone pumped their fists for more, Andy stuck up his middle finger. Allan Pritchard did not let this go by undone. He took off his guitar and walked right up to Andy and asked in a mock kindly voice:
"Did you give me and my band the finger?"
"I gave the finger" Andy simply replied.
"But did you give
us the finger?" Allan pressed, his tone rising. Andy panicked and quickly turned to David.
"Is the law on our side if I say yes?" Andy asked quickly.
"No, dumb fuck!" David hissed.
"No, I didn't give you the finger but I did give the finger." Andy stuttered.
"Are you trying to start something with us?" David asked calmly.
"No, I'm not starting anything. My gang leader is as good as yours." Allan said.
As their bickering got worse Ronnie walked in the bar.
"Ha! here comes my gang leader now. Where is yours?"
David asked taking out his gun. Allan did the same and they began firing. People scattered for exits and safety while Ronnie took out both his guns and pointed them at the both the Armstrong's and Allan.
"Cool it you assholes! Put your guns away, you don't know what you are doing!" He yelled.
The bar door opened and there stood a man as evil as the devil himself, Damian Pritchard.
"Why fight with these minors Ronnie? When you can fight me and face death?" He sneered.
"I'm only trying to stop a riot from happening now help me or leave!" Ronnie said strongly.
"Ha! hypocrite! You talk about peace when you have guns drawn. I hate 'peace' just as I hate the Armstrong's. Now fight!" He commanded as h drew his guns and fired.
Ronnie ducked for cover under a table and began firing back. Citizens began firing, siding with their favoured side. People were only injured minorly until a rogue bullet shot and blew up a barrel of beer.
Cop cars had already swarmed outside and the chief of police, Rob Costello, took the mega-phone.
"Drop your weapons
NOW! You're all coming downtown."
Both Ronnie and Damian instantly dropped their weapons and entered the cop cars.
Ollie and Brad the heads of the Armstrong's and the heads of the Pritchard's where already in Rob's office.
"You're all idiots!" He said angrily, sitting behind his desk.
"You continue to draw innocent blood with this fucking feud of yours! Well im fucking sick of it! The next person from either family to draw innocent blood will be put to death, now get out!"