Well, after a somewhat long wait, this chapter is done. Gave me a bit more trouble than normal, but oh well. So review if you feel so lead. Or review...just cause you can.

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Chapter 11

"Sugar Hill………Bronx………Sugar Hill……Bronx……" Those words raced through Cobra's head, as he ran to their Lodging house. 'Could it be? Curly was staying neutral……and now THIS? Could it have been the Queens boys? ARGH!'

He ran down the street, turned a corner, almost wiping out, and shot through the door into the main area. Knick was laying quietly on the floor, with Willow bending over him, and Knack was sitting in a chair, trembling and trying not to cry, even though he had blood coming off his face from a large cut on his forehead, and his leg looked funny, as it was twisted gruesomely.

Will looked up at Cobra as he came in, then back at Knick, who was laying very still.

"C-Cobra. I don't……..I don't think he's going to make it." Will said softly, pushing the small boy's black hair back tenderly.

Cobra came over and knelt down next to her, looking at the massive wound in his chest and the bruises that were on his bloody face.

"Those are knife wounds." Cobra said coldly, then got up and went to the loft.

Willow watched him go, and stayed with Knick. Puck and Fiend looked after Knack and took care of his leg, which was broken.

An hour later, Will went up to where Cobra was, and tapped his shoulder, as he was staring at the wall and didn't hear her come in.

"Sven."

He looked up at her, knew the look on her face and broke down in tears, crying into her shoulder.

"He…..he was just…..just a kid…..never hurt no one….." he sobbed, as Will sat next to him and pulled his shaking form into her arms.

"I know he was, but remember that stuff you tell us? About Fate and Destiny? Maybe it was his destiny to go now." she said,

Cobra nodded, and sat up, wiping the wetness from his eyes and face.

"I have to……to go kill someone." he said, getting calm again, "Will. Thanks." he said, as he slipped out the window, and dropped to the ground, then headed off to the Bronx.

Willow nodded as he left, sighed, and went back downstairs……………….

Harlem

Jersey slid down against a wall, when one of his contacts, told him the news about Knick and Knack, and wondered fearfully, if City was really that dumb.

'We're all dead. It wasn't supposed to be like this………no one was supposed to die……' he thought, holding his head in his hands.

Seal, who was watching him from a rooftop, sunk down as well, Knick had been his little buddy…..and now…he was dead. Seal got a bit worried himself, how was Cobra taking this?

He really didn't have time to wonder about it, because Jersey got up, and headed back over to Queens to have a talk with City. Seal noticed that he took two of his goons with him. Was Jersey and City going to get into a fight over this if it had been City's boys that had beaten up the twins? Seal shook his head, and slithered off the building, and slunk after Jersey…………….

Manhattan

Jack and Race had just come off the Brooklyn bridge into Hatten, when Jack stopped and looked at Race. The whole trip coming back had been in silence, but the exchange between the Italian and Spot had him wondering.

"Hey Race?"

Racetrack stopped, and looked at Jack.

"What?" he asked slipping his cigar back into his mouth, as he got nervous.

Jack pushed his hat back, "What was that all about? With you and Spot?"

Race frowned and kicked a rock. "Two weeks ago, Spot bet me that I couldn't stay out of Brooklyn, and away from the tracks for two weeks. I said I could. The deadline was tomorrow and I would have won." he replied, almost glaring at Jack.

"Oh." Jack was a bit surprised, "But……you left like you normally did……if you weren't going to the tracks, where were you going?"

Race shrugged, but didn't look at Jack, "Anywhere…….where the rest of the guys wouldn't see me……"

Jack sighed, and started walking again, but didn't say anything else about it………..

A cloud went across the sun, and a cool wind blew from the sea. Then the wind stopped altogether, and it got deathly still. A thunderstorm was brewing over the ocean, much like the one that was brewing in Harlem.

Everyone looked out their windows, praying, waiting for the rain to come, and cool them off. No one in Brooklyn was selling for Spot had put a ban on it, for fear that some of the smaller, weaker ones, would faint from the heat. So everyone, including Spot, were swimming, UNDER the docks, since even the water was hot.

The whole city was still, no one was out, all but the ones that HAD to be out, but they weren't doing much anyways.

But in Queens, things were heating up even more. Jersey and his two goons had arrived there, and were walking down to the river to confront City. Seal was dying to find out what had really happened, and he was scaring himself, cause he had a feeling that he might blow his cover, and kill City then and there if it was him.

"CITY!" Jersey yelled, as he walked down the embankment to the river where most of the Queens boys were swimming.

October, looked up from where he was hiding in the shade of a building, when he heard Jersey's voice, and looked for Seal. One of the Queens boys ran and got City, who surfaced out in the river and swam ashore. Jersey and his goons waited impatiently on the bank and Seal slipped to the shade of one of the buildings, were he found October.

City dried himself off, before going over to Jersey and looking down at him,

"What?" he asked, pulling his hair back into a ponytail again.

Jersey glared at him, "I think you know WHAT." he snapped "What do you think you were DOING? That kid DIED!" One of the goons slipped his hand into his pocket and slipped on a pair of brass knuckles.

City shook his head and folded his arms, "I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about. What kid?" he asked, and some of his goons came up behind him.

"THE SUGAR HILL KID!" Jersey hollered, getting frustrated.

October looked at Seal, "What Sugar Hill kid?" he asked.

Seal bit his lip, "Knick and Knack got beat up on our end of the Bronx/Sugar Hill bridge……Knick…….died…." he choked, looking away.

Oct. looked at him, then at City and Jersey, who were looking like they were ready to kill each other…….well….at lest Jersey was looking like he was going to kill.

"I…..I don't think it was City though……I mean…maybe some of his boys were over there…but….they never told City about anything like that. Seal I'm sorry……I know you were attached to the little guy…." October said, sliding down the brick wall onto the ground.

Seal nodded, "Yeah…….I just wonder what Cobra's going to do….." he said, looking at the two leaders and thinking……………………

The Bronx

"It…..wasn't me….." Curly choked out, struggling to remove the hands that were wrapped tightly around his neck, cutting his air off.

"Then WHO was it?" Cobra hissed, slamming him against the wall again.

Curly struggled for a minute before giving up and holding still,

"I don't……know…" he said, breathing hard, "It…..wasn't my boys….."

"If I found out that is was……" Cobra snarled, pushing the dagger blade against Curly's throat, and drawing a thin stream of blood.

Curly nodded his head slowly, not wanting to have any more damage to his neck area. Cobra hissed, and let him go, then sheathed the dagger, put his hands in his pockets and walked off, giving the trembling Bronx leader one last warning look before he rounded the corner and went back to Sugar Hill………

After he came back to Sugar Hill, he went into the loft, and pulled out a ornate brass box. Inside, was a good stash of money, maybe about twenty dollars. Cobra took out about five dollars of it, then stashed the box again and went out the window. He didn't want to go down through the main area, because he knew what he would see.

David and Specs had just come back from the park by the river, trying to stay cool. They walked in and David jerked to a stop when he saw the small form laying on the floor, covered with a white sheet. He looked over at Willow, who was holding Knack in her lap.

Specs swallowed and looked at David, who looked at Will.

"What……happened?" he asked. Knick had been about the same age as his brother Les………

Willow shook her head, "We're not sure. They were beaten up…..but we don't know by who…" she said, stroking Knack's black hair.

David trembled and nodded, but didn't really understand why someone would beat up small boys, besides the fact of course, that, they were in New York.

"Well….is anyone doing anything about it? I mean……." he trailed off at the look on Will's face, which was rather firm.

"We are doing something about." she replied coolly. "Here, come take him." she said, standing up and putting Knack down in the chair, then motioning for David to come over.

He did so and picked Knack up, then sat down with him. Willow nodded with satisfaction and went outside with Puck and Kid, who was still in a bad mood from her recent near encounter with water.

Knack took to David quite well, of course, at that point the didn't really care, just so long he was safe. Specs settled down with one of Tic's books, and began sounding out the words to himself, but that white sheet, with the still form was bothering him. It was bothering David also, but neither of them could do anything about it.

"Donde esta me hermano?" (where is my brother) Knack asked, looking up at David with big dark eyes that quivered with tears.

David looked down at him, not understanding. He felt so……… helpless. So instead he just tried to comfort the small Spanish boy the best he could.

About half hour later, Knack had fallen asleep in David's lap, and David himself was dozing, but jumped awake when the front door slammed, and Cobra came around the corner. At the look on his face, Davey wished he could vanish into nothing, but Cobra didn't notice him anyways.

Cobra carefully wrapped the sheet tightly around the body then picked it up, and hauled it off. He had managed to pay for a plot in a church cemetery, over in New Jersey. It was there, that Antonio 'Knick' Torres would be burried…………