1 Okay, So here comes my next attempt for a fanfic. As I told in the last
story here'll be Spot the main character. This Story is set a few years
before the strike. I think about two years. And it's somehow the prologue
of a series which will come later. So just enjoy reading and don't forget
reviewing. :-)
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4 Prologue
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6 Gillian awoke and turned to look at her sleeping boyfriend. She had been a year now with Hans and the Hamburg newsies. Since six months she was Hans' girl and the last night had made it complete…
Maybe she was too young for doing this with fourteen but it didn't bother her. In the last year she had done so much what she shouldn't do. First she had ran away from home to live with a bunch of boys. She had become a newsie and she was one of the best. She had began to lie, to steal, to drink, to smoke and to gamble. And she liked it. She liked her freedom.
Finally Hans awoke.
"He Storm, how'd you sleep?" he smiled and kissed her deeply.
"Better than any other night before." Storm smiled back at him and snuggled up to him. She loved it when he called her Storm. He was the only one besides Blue-Eyes who did so. All the others called her Thunder. Well it was for a reason why Hans had began to call her Thunderstorm. Every night when there was a storm outside, she sat anywhere outside to look at the lightning in sky or took a walk. Also her temper could be like a thunderstorm when you threat her wrong.
"Do you regret last night?" Hans asked her. She looked up at him and looked at him concerned.
"No. Why?" Hans shrugged.
"I just wondered if one of the richest girls in Germany of 1898 could really want to be with one of the greatest bums in whole Germany." He smirked as she hit him playfully.
"Don't remember me at that!"
"Why not? Gillian Elisabeth Von Bismarck?"
"Hey didn't I tell you never to call me by my full name?!" Hans smiled.
"It sounds good!" Thunderstorm saw the sparkling in his bright blue eyes. The always reminded her of the sky.
"What?" he asked confused.
"Nothing, President!" She teased him with his nickname. He turned her over so he laid on top of her and had her wrists in an iron grip. He raised an eyebrow and began to tickle her with his free hands.
"That's not fair!" she laughed. Suddenly he stopped tickling her. He leaned forwards and kissed her gentle but also with so much passion as last night. He began to stroke her side as their kisses became even more passionate with every moment…
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Thunderstorm wiped a single tear from her eyes as she remembered Hans. And as she remembered what happened after this morning. Blue-Eyes had left for America two weeks later. He had always dreamed to go to New York City. And Hans
Hans was shot three months ago by her father! He had found her and forced her to come back to his house. As Hans tried to help her, her father killed him. She hated him then even more than before. When she was back "home" her father beat her up just like the first thirteen years of her life. After three weeks her father made a big party for his birthday. To this her whole family was there and a lot of her father's business-partners were there. Gillian was at that evening with her cousin Vivianne and the daughter of an partner of her father from India, Sharie. The three of them became fast friends. All of them had problems with their parents. Sharie's mother has died, just like Gillian's. Now her father kept her in house and treated Sharie like a slave. Viviane's parents had already searched a fiancé for her. But she didn't even think to marry him. So they took of one night with the help from Gillian's brothers.
They decided to go to New York. Gillian wanted to find Blue-Eyes.
So now they were in New York. But there was a little problem. She was alone. She had lost Sharie and Viviane.
"Great! So what now? You're alone and lost in a city you don't know. In a whole foreign country! And it's getting darker and colder every minute." she murmured as she walked down the streets. It was early December and the weather was getting worse day by day.
Suddenly somebody covered her mouth and hold her by her waist pulling her in an alley.
"Hey babe, wanna 'ave a little fun with me?!" he laughed and she felt his breath on her neck. She struggled but he was too strong for her. He pushed her down on the ground and sat on top of her still covering her mouth. She looked frightened up at him what caused him to smirk at her.
"You're real pretty you know?" he said playing with one of her red strains. He kissed her hard on the lips forcing his tongue in her mouth. His hands were all over her body. He began to unbutton her shirt and pressed his hands hard on her breast. She whined under his grip but he didn't care. He took of her pants which she had wore to be more saver "How ironic" she thought before he forced his way into her body. She screamed out of pain. But this guy only laughed.
"Scream as much as you want. Nobody will help you!" And he was right. He get out of her and stood in front of her trembling body. He looked down at her and pulled a knife out of nowhere and kneed down next to her.
"Jist to make sure nobody will get me for it!" he grinned evilly. He hit the knife in her side, in her shoulder and in her leg. When she became unconscious he ran away. Left her to bleed to death…
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3
4 Prologue
5
6 Gillian awoke and turned to look at her sleeping boyfriend. She had been a year now with Hans and the Hamburg newsies. Since six months she was Hans' girl and the last night had made it complete…
Maybe she was too young for doing this with fourteen but it didn't bother her. In the last year she had done so much what she shouldn't do. First she had ran away from home to live with a bunch of boys. She had become a newsie and she was one of the best. She had began to lie, to steal, to drink, to smoke and to gamble. And she liked it. She liked her freedom.
Finally Hans awoke.
"He Storm, how'd you sleep?" he smiled and kissed her deeply.
"Better than any other night before." Storm smiled back at him and snuggled up to him. She loved it when he called her Storm. He was the only one besides Blue-Eyes who did so. All the others called her Thunder. Well it was for a reason why Hans had began to call her Thunderstorm. Every night when there was a storm outside, she sat anywhere outside to look at the lightning in sky or took a walk. Also her temper could be like a thunderstorm when you threat her wrong.
"Do you regret last night?" Hans asked her. She looked up at him and looked at him concerned.
"No. Why?" Hans shrugged.
"I just wondered if one of the richest girls in Germany of 1898 could really want to be with one of the greatest bums in whole Germany." He smirked as she hit him playfully.
"Don't remember me at that!"
"Why not? Gillian Elisabeth Von Bismarck?"
"Hey didn't I tell you never to call me by my full name?!" Hans smiled.
"It sounds good!" Thunderstorm saw the sparkling in his bright blue eyes. The always reminded her of the sky.
"What?" he asked confused.
"Nothing, President!" She teased him with his nickname. He turned her over so he laid on top of her and had her wrists in an iron grip. He raised an eyebrow and began to tickle her with his free hands.
"That's not fair!" she laughed. Suddenly he stopped tickling her. He leaned forwards and kissed her gentle but also with so much passion as last night. He began to stroke her side as their kisses became even more passionate with every moment…
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Thunderstorm wiped a single tear from her eyes as she remembered Hans. And as she remembered what happened after this morning. Blue-Eyes had left for America two weeks later. He had always dreamed to go to New York City. And Hans
Hans was shot three months ago by her father! He had found her and forced her to come back to his house. As Hans tried to help her, her father killed him. She hated him then even more than before. When she was back "home" her father beat her up just like the first thirteen years of her life. After three weeks her father made a big party for his birthday. To this her whole family was there and a lot of her father's business-partners were there. Gillian was at that evening with her cousin Vivianne and the daughter of an partner of her father from India, Sharie. The three of them became fast friends. All of them had problems with their parents. Sharie's mother has died, just like Gillian's. Now her father kept her in house and treated Sharie like a slave. Viviane's parents had already searched a fiancé for her. But she didn't even think to marry him. So they took of one night with the help from Gillian's brothers.
They decided to go to New York. Gillian wanted to find Blue-Eyes.
So now they were in New York. But there was a little problem. She was alone. She had lost Sharie and Viviane.
"Great! So what now? You're alone and lost in a city you don't know. In a whole foreign country! And it's getting darker and colder every minute." she murmured as she walked down the streets. It was early December and the weather was getting worse day by day.
Suddenly somebody covered her mouth and hold her by her waist pulling her in an alley.
"Hey babe, wanna 'ave a little fun with me?!" he laughed and she felt his breath on her neck. She struggled but he was too strong for her. He pushed her down on the ground and sat on top of her still covering her mouth. She looked frightened up at him what caused him to smirk at her.
"You're real pretty you know?" he said playing with one of her red strains. He kissed her hard on the lips forcing his tongue in her mouth. His hands were all over her body. He began to unbutton her shirt and pressed his hands hard on her breast. She whined under his grip but he didn't care. He took of her pants which she had wore to be more saver "How ironic" she thought before he forced his way into her body. She screamed out of pain. But this guy only laughed.
"Scream as much as you want. Nobody will help you!" And he was right. He get out of her and stood in front of her trembling body. He looked down at her and pulled a knife out of nowhere and kneed down next to her.
"Jist to make sure nobody will get me for it!" he grinned evilly. He hit the knife in her side, in her shoulder and in her leg. When she became unconscious he ran away. Left her to bleed to death…