The increasingly dark aura of the streets beat at her brain with rabid
fear. Nothing looked even remotely familiar. The buildings had morphed from
upscale and opulent to degraded and grotesque. No beautiful fences or
flourishing gardens caught the moonlight, only the bare bricks of
buildings. The street lamps were sporadically placed, and didn't give off a
cheery white glow that those near her house did; but instead cast a harsh
orangish yellow light on everything, making it even more unwelcoming.
'I'm somewhere in the warehouse district most likely.'
This was the sort of place her friends turned their noses at. Though none of them had actually been to the place, the warehouse district was said to be where the scum of Brooklyn lived. Whores and thieves inhabited this part of the city. Who knew what might happen to a poor defenseless rich girl in the big bad city? Her running slowed to a nervous skittering walk.
The seemingly deafening sound of a pebble bouncing against a wall reached her ears, and she jumped nearly a foot off the ground. Every cell in her body froze completely. Heart pounding, she didn't dare look around but her ears were acutely attuned to any small sound. Almost quieter than a pin drop, she thought she could hear footsteps behind her. Was it just a trick of the mind? No, there it was again. Hailey quickened her steps, hoping to stumble upon a sign of life.
'Oh sweet Jesus, thank you!' she thought as the sigh of a light and people spilling from a tavern filled her eyes.
"Help me!" she rushed up to a heavily built man. "Please! There's someone after me!" Her frantic pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears as the man, clinging to a robust whore, grumbled something incoherent, and drunkenly shoved her away; kissing the whore on the mouth as he did. Her eyes filled with horror.
Was the man really going to ignore her? In desperation she ran up to two more people. One man shoved her away; the other man nearly choked her to death in an attempt to kiss her. Utterly repulsed she broke away and lurched forward, her now painfully swollen ankles carrying her as far into the darkness as they could.
Tears streamed down her face, disappearing into the gloom trailing behind her, and broken ragged sobs filled the night. IN her frenzied stupor, she barely noticed the rough hands grab her by the shoulders until she was slammed against the wall of an alcove. All the sobs caught in her throat, and the rush of tears slowed to a trickle as she found herself staring into cold black eyes.
Every cell in her body cried out to scream, but no sound would escape. Her breath came in short, shallow gulps and she trembled violently; though her assailant didn't notice at all.
"What are you running from sweetheart?" the boy asked, grinning snidely at her. "It wouldn't be me now would it?"
From somewhere unseen a second voice laughed, and any last shred of hope left in her vanished. Weakly she shoot her head and pressed herself even more against the wall.
"Aw Morris, I think she's scared!" the first one turned to the now visible second boy and laughed. When his stony gaze returned to her, his nails dug even further into the exposed skin of her arm. Hailey flinched, gasping as a sharp pain shot through her.
"Come on doll face," he said, drawing closer to her. "I won't hurt ya. if ya cooperate."
Roughly his mouth covered hers, his sloppy wet lips gnashed against hers with painful force. Fighting violently, she shoved him away with a small cry of terror. Bad idea. The back of one very large hand came across her face with a smack, sending her stumbling forward. Dots danced before her eyes, and the pale skin f her cheek - already sensitive from the cold - stung like mad. She knew the imprint of his hand still lingered.
"Oliver, gimme a turn!" the second boy pushed in front of the first and shoved her against the wall. The one called Morris grinned fully at her, his crooked yellow teeth standing out blatantly against the staunch white of his hideous face. He was even uglier than the first.
'This is it!' she thought, slumping in defeat. 'I'm going to die! Out here in the slums of Brooklyn.' Searching hands roughly prodded her upper body. She stifled back another scream as dirtied nail broke skin.
"Oww!" Morris stopped his groping for a moment and rubbed the back of his head. "What the."
There was a large thump above them and 3 pairs of eyes turned towards the noise. Spot stood on the fire escape stairs, slingshot trained on the 2 boys' heads. Relief broke over her in sweet blissful waves. The boys ignored her for a moment to deal with the newfound distraction.
"Well if it aint da Delancy brotha's." he spoke, eyes flashing with anger.
"Whaddaya want Spot?" Oliver asked. He was obviously annoyed by the disturbance. Spot just smirked.
"We found ourselves a new toy." Morris added with a snide grin.
Bad thing to say.
Spot's eyes flashed fiery green, anger hardening his stony face.
"Keep yoah hands off a' her," he growled, standing perfectly still. The Dalency's looked amused at this, and exchanged snickers between themselves.
Strength renewed by the reappearance of Spot, Hailey lashed out, striking Morris weakly across the back of the head. Her blow was ineffective, but it did make him stumble forward a few steps. A huge grin spread across her face at her small moment of triumph. It was painfully shattered when Morris's clenched fist struck across her face. The pain was so intense for a moment that everything slipped into red and her breath choked in her throat. Not even a scream came, just a gurgle of pain as she fell against the wall.
Though too far gone to realize it, she had set in motion the wrath of Spot's anger. At the sight of seeing Hailey's clearly battered form crumple against the wall, Spot lashed out. Jumping from his perch, he landed in a crouched position on the hard stones of the street. Instantly he was up, whipping out his cane and brandishing it like a sword in front of him. The obvious stupidity of the Dalancy's became apparent as they chuckled to themselves.
'Obviously don't get ta Brooklyn too often,' he thought, as they grinned at him. It was apparent they thought they had advantage in numbers and size.
Hailey tried her best to disappear into the bricks of the wall, squeezing her eyes shut to block out the fight ensuing mere feet from where she stood. Painful screams echoed in the very atoms of the air, racking her brain and making her flinch. Though she didn't need to open her eyes to figure out who was screaming and who was beating. It was like being caught in an endless bad dream. The sound of Spot's cane cracking bone after bone would no doubt haunt her dreams for months to come. Mingling with the sound of anguished cries lingered the buzzing caused by her own battle wound.
"Come on man, lets get out of here!" one of the boys (she couldn't tell because her eyes were closed) blurted, and the sound of two clumsily stumbling feet faded off into the distance.
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(A/N= ahhh! mucho problem! what am I going to do? this is bad! i'm out of stuff to upload! this means I actually have to write something now!!! bad bad bad! oh well, here goes nothing!)
'I'm somewhere in the warehouse district most likely.'
This was the sort of place her friends turned their noses at. Though none of them had actually been to the place, the warehouse district was said to be where the scum of Brooklyn lived. Whores and thieves inhabited this part of the city. Who knew what might happen to a poor defenseless rich girl in the big bad city? Her running slowed to a nervous skittering walk.
The seemingly deafening sound of a pebble bouncing against a wall reached her ears, and she jumped nearly a foot off the ground. Every cell in her body froze completely. Heart pounding, she didn't dare look around but her ears were acutely attuned to any small sound. Almost quieter than a pin drop, she thought she could hear footsteps behind her. Was it just a trick of the mind? No, there it was again. Hailey quickened her steps, hoping to stumble upon a sign of life.
'Oh sweet Jesus, thank you!' she thought as the sigh of a light and people spilling from a tavern filled her eyes.
"Help me!" she rushed up to a heavily built man. "Please! There's someone after me!" Her frantic pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears as the man, clinging to a robust whore, grumbled something incoherent, and drunkenly shoved her away; kissing the whore on the mouth as he did. Her eyes filled with horror.
Was the man really going to ignore her? In desperation she ran up to two more people. One man shoved her away; the other man nearly choked her to death in an attempt to kiss her. Utterly repulsed she broke away and lurched forward, her now painfully swollen ankles carrying her as far into the darkness as they could.
Tears streamed down her face, disappearing into the gloom trailing behind her, and broken ragged sobs filled the night. IN her frenzied stupor, she barely noticed the rough hands grab her by the shoulders until she was slammed against the wall of an alcove. All the sobs caught in her throat, and the rush of tears slowed to a trickle as she found herself staring into cold black eyes.
Every cell in her body cried out to scream, but no sound would escape. Her breath came in short, shallow gulps and she trembled violently; though her assailant didn't notice at all.
"What are you running from sweetheart?" the boy asked, grinning snidely at her. "It wouldn't be me now would it?"
From somewhere unseen a second voice laughed, and any last shred of hope left in her vanished. Weakly she shoot her head and pressed herself even more against the wall.
"Aw Morris, I think she's scared!" the first one turned to the now visible second boy and laughed. When his stony gaze returned to her, his nails dug even further into the exposed skin of her arm. Hailey flinched, gasping as a sharp pain shot through her.
"Come on doll face," he said, drawing closer to her. "I won't hurt ya. if ya cooperate."
Roughly his mouth covered hers, his sloppy wet lips gnashed against hers with painful force. Fighting violently, she shoved him away with a small cry of terror. Bad idea. The back of one very large hand came across her face with a smack, sending her stumbling forward. Dots danced before her eyes, and the pale skin f her cheek - already sensitive from the cold - stung like mad. She knew the imprint of his hand still lingered.
"Oliver, gimme a turn!" the second boy pushed in front of the first and shoved her against the wall. The one called Morris grinned fully at her, his crooked yellow teeth standing out blatantly against the staunch white of his hideous face. He was even uglier than the first.
'This is it!' she thought, slumping in defeat. 'I'm going to die! Out here in the slums of Brooklyn.' Searching hands roughly prodded her upper body. She stifled back another scream as dirtied nail broke skin.
"Oww!" Morris stopped his groping for a moment and rubbed the back of his head. "What the."
There was a large thump above them and 3 pairs of eyes turned towards the noise. Spot stood on the fire escape stairs, slingshot trained on the 2 boys' heads. Relief broke over her in sweet blissful waves. The boys ignored her for a moment to deal with the newfound distraction.
"Well if it aint da Delancy brotha's." he spoke, eyes flashing with anger.
"Whaddaya want Spot?" Oliver asked. He was obviously annoyed by the disturbance. Spot just smirked.
"We found ourselves a new toy." Morris added with a snide grin.
Bad thing to say.
Spot's eyes flashed fiery green, anger hardening his stony face.
"Keep yoah hands off a' her," he growled, standing perfectly still. The Dalency's looked amused at this, and exchanged snickers between themselves.
Strength renewed by the reappearance of Spot, Hailey lashed out, striking Morris weakly across the back of the head. Her blow was ineffective, but it did make him stumble forward a few steps. A huge grin spread across her face at her small moment of triumph. It was painfully shattered when Morris's clenched fist struck across her face. The pain was so intense for a moment that everything slipped into red and her breath choked in her throat. Not even a scream came, just a gurgle of pain as she fell against the wall.
Though too far gone to realize it, she had set in motion the wrath of Spot's anger. At the sight of seeing Hailey's clearly battered form crumple against the wall, Spot lashed out. Jumping from his perch, he landed in a crouched position on the hard stones of the street. Instantly he was up, whipping out his cane and brandishing it like a sword in front of him. The obvious stupidity of the Dalancy's became apparent as they chuckled to themselves.
'Obviously don't get ta Brooklyn too often,' he thought, as they grinned at him. It was apparent they thought they had advantage in numbers and size.
Hailey tried her best to disappear into the bricks of the wall, squeezing her eyes shut to block out the fight ensuing mere feet from where she stood. Painful screams echoed in the very atoms of the air, racking her brain and making her flinch. Though she didn't need to open her eyes to figure out who was screaming and who was beating. It was like being caught in an endless bad dream. The sound of Spot's cane cracking bone after bone would no doubt haunt her dreams for months to come. Mingling with the sound of anguished cries lingered the buzzing caused by her own battle wound.
"Come on man, lets get out of here!" one of the boys (she couldn't tell because her eyes were closed) blurted, and the sound of two clumsily stumbling feet faded off into the distance.
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(A/N= ahhh! mucho problem! what am I going to do? this is bad! i'm out of stuff to upload! this means I actually have to write something now!!! bad bad bad! oh well, here goes nothing!)