It had been 3 years since it happened. A large part of our gang had been killed. My best friends; dead. Broccoli, Artichoke, Green Bean, just to name a few. I thought I had gotten my revenge, but I didn’t really. The fruit gang had gained their power back and were now stronger than ever. I only had Carrot, Celery, and Cucumber, a new recruit. We hadn’t done much together to stop the fruits, only because we knew we would be killed. Our gang never felt fear from other gangs, but now every time we walk outside and see a fruit, we rush back indoors to avoid confrontation.
We vegetables had to do something. We had to take down the fruits, once and for all. So we hatched a plan. We would go out and recruit as many vegetables as we could so we would become even stronger than the fruit gang. It was genius.
At midnight, we went out into the dangerous streets of Foodopolis and looked for tough vegetables to help us. I found 7, and my buddies combined found 16. Twenty-three new members would be more than enough. So we took them back to the house in the hills and told them about our plan to take down the opposing gang. They were all on board, except for one. Bell Pepper didn’t like our plan. In fact, he wanted to stop us. Turns out, he was a fruit gang spy! So we all beat him up and kicked him back out into the streets.
The next day, we got our gang regrouped and they all came back to the house in the hills. We had our plans ready and decided today was the day. So we all stormed out of the house and drove four vans over to the fruit house. I kicked down the door and tackled their bodyguard head first into the ground. The other members rushed in to attack the fruits. The security guard was tough, though. He flipped me over and started punching my face. Luckily, Cucumber saved my life by hitting the guard over the head with a lead pipe. But this wasn’t over yet.
I could hear punches and screams from across the house. I ran into the kitchen where Celery was about to be stabbed. I jumped at the Apple and knocked the knife out of his hand. Celery picked it up and finished him off. We both ran into the bedroom where we found Carrot, limp on the floor. I couldn’t tell if he was dead. But then, a Banana jumped at us from the closet with a bat! I moved out of his swing at the perfect time, but Celery wasn’t as lucky. He got the bat slammed right into the top of his skull. He scrunched up and fell onto the floor, hitting his head on the chair in the corner. I was filled with rage.
The Banana threw the bat down onto the ground and we both agreed to fist fight. I lunged at him and got the first punch. I tried giving him a second to the gut, but he blocked it with his hand. Furious, I took my right hand and slammed it into his throat, causing him to stumble back and start coughing. He kept coughing and laid himself into the chair. I decided this was a waste of time and pulled the knife out of my pocket. I ended him right there. But there were still bigger things to deal with. For starters, I needed to check on Carrot and Celery, so I ran over to my orange friend. But after putting my fingers on his neck and checking for his pulse, he was dead. I couldn’t believe it. I ran over to Celery and checked for his pulse. He was alive, but barely clinging on to life. I slung him over my shoulder. By the time I made it to the living room I was exhausted. I laid him down near a pile of dead fruits and tried to get him to come back to life.
He died.
I gave up.
I lost everyone I had from the start and it was all my fault. This was it. I grabbed Cucumber and got out of there. We drove back to the house and grabbed mind bombs. Lots of them. While we took them to the fruit house, I thought about everything that had happened. All the members dead, all the trauma, all the time wasted because of stupid gang conflict. But I had to finish the fight. When we got back to their house, we planted the bomb in the middle of the floor and ran outside. One press of the button on the remote and the fruit gang would end. I pushed the button. The last of the group stumbled out of the house, muttering gibberish while struggling to walk. Cucumber and I hopped in the van and drove back home. We finally got to celebrate like we always wanted to.
The war was over.