Narrator's POV
"Mickey you son of a bitch! What the hell did you do to her?" Spot screamed as he held a very cold and pale Colt's head on his lap. Oscar and Morris were there as well, her body was pale and blooded. her leg had the word Brooklyn, her arm was bleeding from the re-cut of the word Delancy. Her lip was spilt and black and blues kissed her pale, moonlight body. Oscar, Morris and Spot all looked at Mickey, who smiled villiounly at the boys. Pain stood on his right, a pocket knife in hand, it was stained red, in the other hand held a bottle of syrum.
"Nothing Conlon, she was a fiesty little thing and we had to beat some manners into her. Now.." He started villiously.
"As you can tell from her body, we gave her a little syrum that kills a human in about oh three hours." Mickey sneered as he watched a struggling Spot COlon try to wrench himself away from the two delancies.
"Don't worry you can still save her." His smile grew wider.
"I'm listening." Spot said intentivly
"Wow, you want your girl that badly? I've hiddedn the potion in a place in the warehouse. All you have to do is find it...And I'd hurry. You have about two hours befor the syrum takes her." Mickey said slyly.
"Go to hell!" Spot's anger boiled harder with each passing second, but then again...what choice did he have? He couldn't let Colt die.
"Think about it Conlon. And I think quickly because with each second you waste, the more quickly your killing her." He pointed to Colt's pale body. Spot turned towards the Delancies who held her sister to them
"I'll find the potion. I'll save her. I promised I would protect her and I'm keeping that promise." He bent down to Colt's ear,
"I will save you, I promise." And with that he fled away.