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Chapter 3
By: Shorty Carter
Traveler muttered to herself as she walked the lonely streets of Brooklyn, licking her still bleeding lip. The moon was out, helping to light up the dark patches along the street, and help her keep an eye out for this Sam and Jamie everyone was talking about. She knew she shouldn't have left, at least without someone with her, but she couldn't stand one more minute with that jerk Conlon. Life was hard enough without having to deal with him.
"So dis is what dey mean when dey say, "Hell on earth." Makes more sense, now dat I'm actually livin' it," she muttered to herself, watching the dark patches near the alleys. The hairs pricked on her neck, sending chills down her back. The odd feeling that someone was following her crept into her mind. Spinning around, she saw a shadow moving along in the dark patches. Someone else, not hiding himself was also coming down the street. Fear and panic gripped her, her heart racing. Turning, she bolted down the street, the shadow pursuing her.
"Jacky-boy, I tink I found her!" Spot yelled into an alley, watching the two people running down the street from the corner of his eye. Jack came out, taking off after the girl and man running ahead of him. Spot followed, waving his cane.
Traveler turned around and screamed, seeing three people instead of two following her. A glint of gold caught her eye from something one of the chasers was waving. But she ignored the familiar feeling she got when she saw it. Instinct told her to stay out of the shadows, in an open space where people would see her, where her friends would see her. Her legs and lungs felt like they were on fire, spreading throughout her entire body till she thought she was a flame. She ran straight past the Brooklyn Lodging House, instead turning into an alley she knew led directly to the Bridge.
Sam was gaining on her, oblivious to the two newsies following him. He was following James' plans, and everything was going perfectly. He knew where she was headed, and what trap lie in wait for her there.
"Soon, my lovely dear, soon you will feel pain no more. Slit serves me well, and I will get what I want. Soon I will have what I need, and you will no longer be of service to me," he whispered in her ear through gritted teeth, running the dull side of a knife along her cheek. She moved away from him, spitting in his face. He in turn slapped her, adding another red mark to match the one on her other cheek. "Stupid, stupid girl! Did you think that Slit actually loved you? You don't know the whole truth, my dear! Your beloved Slit is no more than a con-artist, a player to get what his master wants. And believe me, Sam, or Slit as you know him, will get what I want," he said, slicing a 'J' into her cheek.
Shorty's Note: Yay! Da third chapter! And it leaves so many questions unanswered! A cliffy! HA! I know I'm evil. Just don't sue me! The forth chapter is in process, but in order for you to view it, I need 5 reviews. Not 10, 5. So please, review for those souls out there who don't know where the dang button is! Be kind! See ya! Peachy Bye! Peace Out!
Shorty
Chapter 3
By: Shorty Carter
Traveler muttered to herself as she walked the lonely streets of Brooklyn, licking her still bleeding lip. The moon was out, helping to light up the dark patches along the street, and help her keep an eye out for this Sam and Jamie everyone was talking about. She knew she shouldn't have left, at least without someone with her, but she couldn't stand one more minute with that jerk Conlon. Life was hard enough without having to deal with him.
"So dis is what dey mean when dey say, "Hell on earth." Makes more sense, now dat I'm actually livin' it," she muttered to herself, watching the dark patches near the alleys. The hairs pricked on her neck, sending chills down her back. The odd feeling that someone was following her crept into her mind. Spinning around, she saw a shadow moving along in the dark patches. Someone else, not hiding himself was also coming down the street. Fear and panic gripped her, her heart racing. Turning, she bolted down the street, the shadow pursuing her.
"Jacky-boy, I tink I found her!" Spot yelled into an alley, watching the two people running down the street from the corner of his eye. Jack came out, taking off after the girl and man running ahead of him. Spot followed, waving his cane.
Traveler turned around and screamed, seeing three people instead of two following her. A glint of gold caught her eye from something one of the chasers was waving. But she ignored the familiar feeling she got when she saw it. Instinct told her to stay out of the shadows, in an open space where people would see her, where her friends would see her. Her legs and lungs felt like they were on fire, spreading throughout her entire body till she thought she was a flame. She ran straight past the Brooklyn Lodging House, instead turning into an alley she knew led directly to the Bridge.
Sam was gaining on her, oblivious to the two newsies following him. He was following James' plans, and everything was going perfectly. He knew where she was headed, and what trap lie in wait for her there.
"Soon, my lovely dear, soon you will feel pain no more. Slit serves me well, and I will get what I want. Soon I will have what I need, and you will no longer be of service to me," he whispered in her ear through gritted teeth, running the dull side of a knife along her cheek. She moved away from him, spitting in his face. He in turn slapped her, adding another red mark to match the one on her other cheek. "Stupid, stupid girl! Did you think that Slit actually loved you? You don't know the whole truth, my dear! Your beloved Slit is no more than a con-artist, a player to get what his master wants. And believe me, Sam, or Slit as you know him, will get what I want," he said, slicing a 'J' into her cheek.
Shorty's Note: Yay! Da third chapter! And it leaves so many questions unanswered! A cliffy! HA! I know I'm evil. Just don't sue me! The forth chapter is in process, but in order for you to view it, I need 5 reviews. Not 10, 5. So please, review for those souls out there who don't know where the dang button is! Be kind! See ya! Peachy Bye! Peace Out!
Shorty
