Chapter 4: A New Beginning

*Author's Note: I know this isn't the actual dialogue that Maria has in this scene. I was trying to remember, and I couldn't. But this is basically the main gist of what she does. Also: I don't own the song at the end. Hope you guys like it all the same :D Enjoy! Also, I think this will be the last chapter. Thank you guys for supporting this story so much! :D *

Tony is dead, Tony is dead…

I felt the rest of the gang come around me as I walk up closer to Maria. I also see the Sharks come in as well, and we all bow our heads, making a silent truce amongst us at the expense of our dead friend.

Chino goes to Maria, also bowing his head. "Maria, I…"

She sobs even louder. "Just shut up, Chino!" Suddenly, she takes the gun from his hand, and stands up aggressively.

"He didn't deserve to die! Neither did Bernardo or Riff!" She says, pointing the gun all around. "Who wants to be next? Do you?" She says, pointing the gun at the Jets, especially Action. We all flinch and move out of the way of the gun, not knowing how stable or accurate her shot would be.

But then she turned the gun on her own clan. "Or do you, my own people, that just can't give up a grudge? Tell me!" She says, shaking the gun in their direction. Finally, she looks at the gun, and back at Chino. "Chino, how many bullets are left? Enough for them?" she says, pointing the gun at both groups again, and then pointing it at herself. "Enough for me?"

She sobs again at this, and crumples to the ground, dropping the gun and putting her arms around Tony again. Chino takes the gun, puts it in his pocket, and walks away from Maria. He motions to Pepe, Action, and Diesel, and together, the two Sharks and two Jets pick up Tony and carry him away, a line of blood dripping in it's wake. Maria screams as they go, but makes no effort to leave her spot. She just keeps on crying.

The rest of the Sharks and Jets leave after the four carrying Tony, even Maria's beloved friend Anita. I'm the only one left, and I go up to Maria hesitantly and sit beside her.

She doesn't look up, doesn't speak up, but she does wrap her arms around me into a hug. I stiffen a little, not used to being nice to her kind, but remembering Tony and Romeo & Juliet. I wrap my arms around her as well, embracing her and letting her cry on my shoulder.

We stayed like that for a long time, I can't tell how long, probably hours. Finally, Maria sniffles and looks me in the eyes, a mixture of confusion, admiration, and grief. But there's one emotion that is not in her eyes that surprises me to no end.

Hate.

I see none of that in the young Puerto Rican's eyes as she finally speaks. "Anybodys, right?" She says, sniffling again.

I nod, and she smiles a little bit. "Thank you, for staying when nobody else did. You're very kind."

I'm kind of shocked; no one has ever called me "kind" before. It's always been "ruthless", "stupid", and "nothing but trouble". But never "kind". I grin a little bit, softening up.

"You're welcome, Maria." I stand up, and hold out my hand for her. "Here, come on. I'll help you get back home."

She smiles, and takes my hand, getting up slowly. I let her lean on my shoulder for support, and slowly, we walk away from the scene and stench of death together, Jet and Shark, side by side for the first time.


After dropping off a very thankful and still grief-striken Maria back at Shark territory into the arms of Consuela and Teresina (who also thanked me dearly, and called me "kind" again), I walked back to Jet territory, and finally let my own grief wash over me.

Sure, I hadn't known Tony for a long time, and he also didn't really want me in the gang since I was a girl, but still. He was the founder of the Jets, our leader.

And now he was dead as well.

I slunk against a concrete wall, letting my body just collapse onto the pavement. I bury my face in my hands, crying. I feel weak, pathetic, like Baby John, but I could care less at this point. Too much death. Too much bloodshed.

Suddenly, I feel a presence next to me, a body sitting next to mine.

I look up, my eyes red and puffy, and I squint and see Action next to me, his eyes also glinted with tears. I'm surprised; he hardly ever cries. I look at him, in those dark eyes of his.

He just looks at his hands, clenching and unclenching them, trying to fight back the tears. "She broke up with me."

I'm confused for a moment, not knowing what the hell he's talking about. Finally, I realize; Clarice.

He goes on. "She says I'm a baby, and I could've done something to stop Tony's death. She left me, with nothing. And I thought she was a keeper." He clenches his fists again, but even more tears flood out. He gives up, and buries his face in his hands.

I'm shocked; I never knew this vulnerable, sad side of Action. I wrap my arms around him, letting him lean into me like with Maria. Though, this time, it's not awkward at first; it's totally comforting.

"If she left you for crying over the loss of your best friend," I say to him, feeling him shudder with grief, "then she's just a bitch. She doesn't deserve a real man if she can't feel emotions like this. You deserve better than her, Action. She's just a dumb broad."

Action nods, and he just continues to cry. I pat his back, still kind of shocked that he's letting me hold him, when only two days ago he wanted nothing to do with me. I start singing a little bit, just to ease the air. I sing "Yesterday" by The Beatles, a song my mother used to sing to me as a lullaby, that I would always fall asleep to. It seems fitting for the moment, so I start to sing.

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away

Now it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh, I believe in yesterday

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be

There's a shadow hanging over me

Oh, yesterday came suddenly

Why did she have to go?

I don't know, she wouldn't say

I said something wrong

Now I long for yesterday

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play

Now I need a place to hide away

Oh, I believe in yesterday

Why'd she have to go?

I don't know, she wouldn't say

I said something wrong

Now I long for yesterday

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play

Now I need a place to hide away

Oh, I believe in yesterday.

As I finish the song, I gently let out a staggering breath, feeling refreshed. I hadn't sang since Mother had left, so I was a little shaky, but it had felt good.

I forgot that Action was next to me. I looked over at him, and saw that he was now sitting up, his arms still around me, but his eyes were staring into mine. I'm about to ask him if he's okay, if he wants to go back to meet the guys, but suddenly…

He gently places his lips on mine.

I stiffen, not knowing what really to do. However, even though he doesn't stop, he's gentle; he doesn't push me further than just kissing, just keeps his arms around me. After several moments, I finally relax and kiss him back, putting my arms around his neck. After a couple more minutes of this, Action pulls back, leaning his forehead against mine.

"You sing beautifully, Anybodys," he says, cupping my face with his large hand. He caresses my cheek, and softly says, "The war is over."

I nod. "Yes, it's finally over." I kiss his forehead, and lean back a little bit, still letting him cup my cheek. "But what is this?" I ask, motioning to us.

He smiles. "A new beginning." He leans back in, and we kiss again, letting grief and sadness aside for this moment, a new beginning in a lighter world where Jets and Sharks live in peace, instead of war.