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Normal POV

Winter seemed to be approaching quickly, Spot still had not given up on finding Grim, but as each day passed finding him seemed harder and harder. Spot's wrist was almost healed, it still hurt from time to time, but he did not have to have a splint for it anymore. After selling Spot decided to roam the streets as usual, he noticed Racetrack walking back towards Manhattan.

"Hey Race."

Race looked depressed which meant he probably lost, "Oh hey Spot."

"Tough day at da track?"

"Tough?! Tough! It wasn't tough I'se got cheated! Dat guy did somethin' to dat horse I'se know it." Racetrack started to mumble to himself and Spot smirked.

"Okay den…I'se gotta head back, maybe tomorrow will be better."

"Yeah okay, see ya." Racetrack still continued to mumble.

Spot walked back the opposite direction and slowly headed back to the lodging house. It was starting to get dark and cold. Spot remembered the last time he wondered the streets alone on a cold winter night, he still had the scar. Spot sped up a bit and stayed clear of any alleys; he got to the lodging house safe and sound. Most of the boys were sitting at the table playing cards. Spot sat in his chair and watched the boys as usual. Sneaks looked up from his cards and smiled, he was winning.

"Hey Spot you wanna play?"

"Yeah sure."

James looked over at Spot, "How's your wrist?"

"Ya ask me dat every day an' I'se give ya da same answer…its fine." James nodded then went up stairs. The boys played cards for a long time then slowly made their way to bed. Spot and Sneaks were the last to go upstairs.

Sneaks started to go upstairs, but noticed Spot was still sitting at the table. "Ya comin'?"

"Huh? Oh yeah."

"You okay Spot?"

"Yeah I'se just got dis weird feelin' all of sudden."

"You sick?"

"No not like dat…just…I'se dunno forget it."

Sneaks sighed. "Okay, probably just stress from thinkin' 'bout Queens so much."

"Yeah probably."

They headed upstairs and went to bed. In the middle of the night Spot started having a nightmare, it was a little unusual because he had not had one in a while and in this one he could not tell what was going on. He was tossing and turning; he wanted to wake up but could not shake out of the dream. Suddenly he saw Sour, the only thing he could remember from the dream. He shot up in a hot sweat and looked around forgetting where exactly he was. Spot got out of bed and threw on his clothes and shoes. He grabbed his cane and walked out of his room. Sneaks has went to the bathroom and heard Spot, he was walking down the hallway looking confused.

"Spot what are ya…"

"I dunno, somethin's wrong."

Spot took off down the stairs and out the door. Sneaks was still in the hallway he had no clue what was going on. He walked into the bunk room grabbed some clothes and followed Spot. Spot ran as fast as he could, he knew it was stupid because Sour would be fine, but he had to be sure. He would never be able to get him out of his mind if he did not check it out now. Sneaks was not positive where Spot was headed but he had an idea, ever now and then he could see Spot running but most of the time he was guessing where to go.

Spot ran up to Sours apartment and pounded on the door. He waited but Sour did not come. Spot tried the door and it was open, he walked in and the first thing he saw shocked him. Sour was lying on his bed with a belt around his neck. Spot shook his head and ran to Sour, he was cold.

"Sour! Sour! Wake up!" Tears filled Spot's eyes. "No…" Spot could not breathe or think, he did not know what to do. He took off the belt and noticed scratches on his neck, he tried everything he could think of to get Sour back, but nothing worked. Spot just sat there crying, holding Sour in his arms.

Sneaks ran up to the apartment building and went inside. He walked up to Sour's room and saw that the door was open. He went inside and saw the horrific scene; Spot was cradling a dead Sour in his arms and crying. Sneaks had never seen Spot like this before he was shaking hard, he look like a lost little kid.

Sneaks POV

I'se stood at da door in shock, my mind was racing, how did he know? How did Spot know dat Sour…Sour oh god…why? Why would ya do dis? Spot needed ya, ya stupid idiot…We'se just saw ya yesterday you were fine, why would ya do dis?! I'se shook away from my thoughts, shut the door and walked closer to Spot he looked horrible. "Spot I'se sorry…I can't believe he would…" Spot shook his head, "Spot I know it hard to believe but…"

"No."

"What?" What does he mean no, Sour's dead I can't believe it neither but it's true.

"He didn't do dis to himself."

"Spot I know it hard but…"

"If ya wanna die why would ya try and stop it, look…he's got scratches on his neck. Some one did dis Sneaks…Some one killed Sour."

I looked at Sour's neck, Spot was right, Sour didn't do dis he would never do dis, it made sense now, but if he didn't den who? Only one person was goin' through my mind, I'se didn't wanna believe it, but he's da only one. I know Spot would be thinking it to. "Spot we'se gotta go, if someone see's den…we'se can't end up in jail right now…not for dis."

Spot nodded and got up laying Sour on da bed. He looked pale, I'se could tell he was gettin' angry, he wanted revenge. He started lookin' around, probably for somethin' anythin' dat would give him assurance of who it was. I looked around too, nuttin', who ever did dis was good, no bull would think of it other dan suicide, dat was of course before Spot took da belt off, now dey would want someone, all da more reason why we should get out. We'se headed toward da window and took another look at Sour, Spot didn't want to look away but I gave him a soft push. We'se climbed out of the window an' onto da fire escape, as soon as we hit da ground Spot turned to me.

"I'm goin' after Grim."

I nodded I didn't want Spot to go now, but dere was no sense in arguin', he would find Grim if it was da last thing he ever did. I wanted revenge too, but it's stupid to go this upset. It didn't matter whatever Spot wanted to do to Grim…he would so I agreed to help. "I'll go get da rest of da boys." Spot took off toward Queens and I ran back to da lodging house.

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AN: Don't hate me! I know I shouldn't have but I did…Sour dying was actually going to be a different story, but then it tied well with this one so I decided to use it…Sorry it if was a bit strange but yeah…so there is one more chapter left, (wow I can't believe it!) which is Spot finding Grim! That should be interesting…poor Spot though I feel bad that his life sucks…anyway thanks for reading!!