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The next morning, Siren awoke feeling better. Sure Spot had insulted her, but she should have told him about Feist and Tracks before. He would still have to appologize though. She sold with Sprite and Jack that morning.
"Youse know Siren, ise known Spot almost me whole life. He didn't mean what he said."
Siren walked next to Jack.
"Ise know Jack. Ise goin thier today to talk to him."
He gave her a friendly hug. "Good luck."
"Tanks." She smiled.
Sprite hugged her next. "Make him beg."
Siren laughed. "Of coise."
She walked towards the bridge, on her way to Brooklyn. Jack sent one of his newsies to the Five Points to tell Feist Siren had left.
Spot had left the lodging house early that morning, before selling even, to go to Five Points. Walking through the streets, he noticed how much worse the Five Points was then Brooklyn. And that was saying something.
He watched the hookers on the streets and the thiefs eyeing stores. The buildings were broken down. Five Points was also a big place for the Irish to group together. Siren and the red headed Feist were perfect examples. Only recently had Feist irish accent broken through his speech.
Spot continued walking down the streets, knowing the he didn't have to find the lodging house. The Five Points boys would find him first.
Sure enough, a few minutes hadn't gone by when Knuckles walked out, followed by a few others. "Conlon, didnt tink youse be so stupid."
Spot pulled out his cane. If he had to fight, he would. "Ise hear to talk to Siren."
Feist came out. "She ain't hear."
Spot put his can away. "Where is she."
"Manhattan."
Spot swore. "Would have been nice ta know befoah."
This was when Mush ran up. "Heya Spot what youse doin heah? Jack sent me to ya Feist dat Siren left for Brooklyn."
"Poifect" Spot said running his fingers through his blondish hair.
Feist turned to Spot. "Looks like youse got quite the walk ahead of youse."
He walked towards Spot to spit shake. "Five Points are back in. Jus watch what youse say to her."
Spot shook his hand. "Alrigh."
This was when one of Spots newsies came running up.
Without waiting to catch his breath, or to be asked what he was doing thier, the boy gave his messegge.
"Spot, Rollahs in Brooklyn. "
Feist and Spot looked at eachother. "Siren."
Siren walked towards Brooklyn, thinking of what she would say to Spot. All the way thier though, she couldn't help but feel that something wasn't right. She pushed these thoughts from her head, but nonetheless listened to the sounds around her. She tilted her head to the sun, letting the warmth soak in. She hugged her shirt to her, one she had borrowed from Spot. It still smelled like him.
She heard the footsteps before she felt the hands wrap around her mouth and waist. She tried to kick, but more hands grabbed her, holding her still. Rollers voice whispered in her ear, "Youse ain't gettin away dis time."
Siren couldn't speak and hoped that someone could help her. Spot please help me.
Spot ran as fast as he could, ignoring the ache in his legs and the sweat trickling down his face and back. He had to get to her. Feist was coming up behind him, followed by a few of his newsies.
Spot didn't know where to go first. So he tried the pier. He was right.
Roller had Sirens back pressed against him, holding a knife to her. Spot stopped.
"Roller, youse know da fight is tomorrow. Let her go. She ain't got nothin ta do wit dis."
Roller shook his head. "Shes got everyting ta do wit dis. Ise got her, youse want her. Ise trade her foah Brooklyn."
Siren yelled now. "No Spot. Youse can't do dat. Dis bastahd ain't goin ta win."
Roller gripped her harder. "Shut up. Not anotha woid out of youse."
"Siren." Spot warned her. He didn't want anything to happen to her. Feist tried to reason with Roller. The sight of Roller holding a knife to Siren was to familiar. Tracks had got knifed. he wasn't going to let it happen to one of his best friends again.
"Ise will give ya half da Five Points."
"No!" Siren screamed.
"Shut up!" Roller yelled at her. "One more time and youse gettin hurt you stupid bitch."
Roller turned to Feist. "Not good enough. Ise want Brooklyn to. Let me boys sell heah. Spot, youse can be da second leadah. Youse just have ta answah ta me."
This was becoming to much for Siren. "You stupid fuck, you can't have eitha of them!"
Roller almost growled. "Thats it!"
His boys held Spot and the Five Points back as he soaked Siren. Spot was horrified at the sight of his love getting hurt like that. He tried to push past the Bronx boys.
"You dirty bum, i'll soak ya!"
Roller ignored him. He grabbed her right arm and pulled. Thier was a scream from Siren and the unmistakeable sound of her shoulder popping out of place. Spot yelled in rage.
"Leave her alone!"
Roller grabbed her hurt arm, ignoring the cries of Siren. He pulled her to the edge of the dock. He continued to soak the hurt Siren. She was sobbing at this point.
"Spot, Feist, help me please!"
It was taking four newsies to hold back Feist. Curses were spitting from his mouth while Spot took out his cane and was beating the Bronx boys in front of him. When Siren was on the edge of unconciousness, Roller picked her up. He turned to the water. Feist knew what was about to happen.
"NO!"
Thier was a loud splash as Siren hit the water. Siren couldn't move. She was to hurt. She was sinking towards the botttom, losing all feeling. She could only see the shadows of the people on the pier moving, when an inky blackness came over her.
It was this time when Manhattan showed up. Mush had returned to Manhattan, telling Jack something wasn't right with Brooklyn. Jack had decided to listen to Mush. They arrived to the sight of the water rippling with Roller standing over it laughing. Race shook his head in shock.
"Did he just do what I tink he did?"
Jack saw the struggling and screaming Spot and Feist. Jack and his boys ran over to help in the fight. He pulled the Bronx boys off of Spot. Spot didn't say a word as he jumped into the water and swam down to the bottom. He felt the cold body, and pulled her up to the top. Feist was leaning over the edge, and leaned down to lift Siren out.
Her body was cold and her lips were blue. Spot shook her.
"Siren, dahlin please wake up."
He pressed his mouth to her, trying to get her to breathe. At last, she coughed up water. Siren looked up to see the blurry faces of Spot and Fiest.
"Spot."
That was all she said before slipping into unconciousness again.
Spot paced next to the bedside of Siren. He had just finished speaking to the other leaders. The fight would be tonight. With Jacks help they had scared off the Bronx boys, Roller escaping with them.
He heard a sound from the bed, and flew to her side. He pushed awake the sleeping Feist, who had fallen asleep in the chair next to the bed. Spot brushed the hair from her face.
"About time." He smirked at her.
She sleepily smiled back. "Yeah yeah. Whats dis shit on me arm?"
She pointed to the bandages holding her arm. Feist and Spot looked at eachother. Feist explained.
"Well, wese couldn't set your shouldah because youse were asleep. Wese goin ta aftah do it now."
Siren groaned. "This is goin ta hurt ain't it."
Spot nodded. "Ain't gonna lie to ya doll, it is."
Fiest held her hand, while Jack, who had just came in, held her to the bed.
"Not one of ya bettah days, huh Siren?" he joked.
"Shut up."
Spot grabbed her arm and pushed. Thier was a loud scream and a yelp, which later was identified as Feist.
"What, she squeezed hard." was his excuse.
The shoulder was put back into place, and held by more bandages.
"Bettah?" Spot asked her.
"Oh yeah," she replied sarcastically. "Ise could go do a show now."
They laughed, relieved she was ok. Spot then decided to bring up what happened last night.
"Siren, look, ise sahrry bout last night. I neva meant those tings I said."
"Yeah me to. Ise should have told youse."
Spot kissed her and told her of the fight that would take place later that night.