Mooch walked towards the Brooklyn docks determinedly. She was tired
of Dmitri pestering her, so she decided to finish it once and for all. She
saw Spot sitting on a crate and waved at him. "Can we talk?" she asked.
The sky turned purple as the sun began to set.
"Whatevah ya want, babe!" he called back. He hopped down from the crate he had been sitting on and rushed over. He slipped his arm around her waist, and greeted her with a quick kiss.
Mooch smiled weakly. "Why don't we walk down by the bridge. The sunset is so pretty there."
Spot nodded in agreement and the two set off. They walked in silence for a few minutes, until Spot finally spoke. "So, are we, uh, tahgetha now?"
Mooch looked at Spot uneasily. "Why don't we just take it one day at a time?"
Spot nodded and the subject was closed. As the couple walked along the bridge, Spot broke away and mounted himself on the guardrail, swinging from bar to bar like a monkey. "Check dis out!" he bragged as he flipped around with ease.
"Hey, can you stop for a second?" Mooch asked.
Spot steadied himself, still standing on the guardrail. "Sure, what's up?"
"Well, Spot, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and."
"And, what?"
"And I've decided that. that you're just to much trouble to have around, Spot."
"Wh-wha.."
And with that, Mooch reached up and grabbed Spot by the shoulders, and pushed him towards the water below. Spot grabbed at the edge of the bridge and caught himself, though he was hanging onto the corner, and was losing his grip fast.
"Spot!" Jack ran up and pushed Mooch to the ground. "Spot!" Jack saw that his friend was still hanging on to the bridge. "Grab my hand, Spot!"
Spot reached for Jack's hand, but couldn't quite grab it, and his hand fell. He was only hanging by one hand now, and could fall at any minute. "I can't do it, Jack! I can't reach! I'm gonna fall!"
"Just grab my hand, Spot! It's gonna be alright!"
"I'ze too young tah die! I can't fall! I jus' can't!"
"Just grab my damn hand!"
By this time, Mooch had stood up and was grabbing at Jack, trying to keep him from saving Spot. Her efforts were cut short, however, by Bean, who had miraculously shown up behind her. Bean grabbed Mooch by the arm and spun her around, delivering a firm punch in the jaw. Mooch fought back with a few punches of her own, and the two girls dissolved into an all-out cat-fight.
Jack was easily distracted by this. "Ooh, chick fight!" he marveled.
"Uh, Jacky-boy, can we focus here?" Spot called out.
"Yeah, sorry Spot!" Jack apologized. He reached his hand down, but it was too late. Spot's remaining hand slipped off the edge and he plummeted down, landing on a support.
"Holy shit! Spot!" Jack screamed.
Bean had had enough of the fighting. She kneed Mooch in the stomach and pushed her to the ground, knocking her unconscious. She quickly ran over to join Jack. "Oh my goodness," she breathed
"I'm goin down dere." Jack decided. He flipped himself over the guardrail and climbed down towards the unconscious Spot.
"He's still breathin!" Jack yelled when he reached him.
Bean let out a sigh of relief.
Jack flipped Spot's small stature over his shoulder and climbed back up with ease. When he was safely back on the bridge he laid him down on the ground, Bean said, "I tink we should take dem tah da hospital." She motioned towards Mooch, who was still lying a few feet away. "Both of 'em."
Jack looked at Bean, surprised. "Why would we take her tah da hospital, she tried tah kill me an' Spot!"
"Because if we take her dere, dey won't let 'er out till she's healed, an by dat time, we can get da police in on it."
Jack nodded. He bent down to pick up Spot, and started to head back to Manhattan.
"Wait a sec, Jack."
Jack turned around. "What?"
Bean pointed at Mooch. "You expect me tah carry her? I'm glad ya t'nk I'm so strong."
Jack chuckled and put Spot over Bean's shoulder. Although Spot was small, Bean still had to struggle a little bit to keep him on her shoulder.
~~~
"What are the patients' names?" the old, haggard nurse asked, obviously bored out of her skull.
Bean looked at Jack. "What's Spot's foist name?" she whispered.
Jack looked uneasy. "I promised I wouldn't say nuttin."
Bean gave Jack a warning look. "Jack."
"Okay, okay, it's, uh, well.Herman."
Bean suppressed a snicker. "Herman?"
Jack nodded sadly. "See why he goes by Spot?"
Bean turned to the nurse. "Okay, da boy's Herman Conlon, and da goil, 'er name is Kira.Kira. well, I ain't shor of her last name."
The nurse nodded, writing it down.
"May we see 'em?" Jack asked.
"Yes," the nurse replied, "but only one at a time."
Jack and Bean decided to wait until Spot was conscious to visit him.
"What are we going tah do about Mooch?" Bean asked as they sat in the waiting room.
"I dunno, B, should we call da police? But what do dey care about a couple a 'street rats' like us?"
Bean thought for a moment. "Denton." she decided. "He'll help us fer sure." Bean stood up. "I'm gonna find 'im."
"Whatevah ya want, babe!" he called back. He hopped down from the crate he had been sitting on and rushed over. He slipped his arm around her waist, and greeted her with a quick kiss.
Mooch smiled weakly. "Why don't we walk down by the bridge. The sunset is so pretty there."
Spot nodded in agreement and the two set off. They walked in silence for a few minutes, until Spot finally spoke. "So, are we, uh, tahgetha now?"
Mooch looked at Spot uneasily. "Why don't we just take it one day at a time?"
Spot nodded and the subject was closed. As the couple walked along the bridge, Spot broke away and mounted himself on the guardrail, swinging from bar to bar like a monkey. "Check dis out!" he bragged as he flipped around with ease.
"Hey, can you stop for a second?" Mooch asked.
Spot steadied himself, still standing on the guardrail. "Sure, what's up?"
"Well, Spot, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and."
"And, what?"
"And I've decided that. that you're just to much trouble to have around, Spot."
"Wh-wha.."
And with that, Mooch reached up and grabbed Spot by the shoulders, and pushed him towards the water below. Spot grabbed at the edge of the bridge and caught himself, though he was hanging onto the corner, and was losing his grip fast.
"Spot!" Jack ran up and pushed Mooch to the ground. "Spot!" Jack saw that his friend was still hanging on to the bridge. "Grab my hand, Spot!"
Spot reached for Jack's hand, but couldn't quite grab it, and his hand fell. He was only hanging by one hand now, and could fall at any minute. "I can't do it, Jack! I can't reach! I'm gonna fall!"
"Just grab my hand, Spot! It's gonna be alright!"
"I'ze too young tah die! I can't fall! I jus' can't!"
"Just grab my damn hand!"
By this time, Mooch had stood up and was grabbing at Jack, trying to keep him from saving Spot. Her efforts were cut short, however, by Bean, who had miraculously shown up behind her. Bean grabbed Mooch by the arm and spun her around, delivering a firm punch in the jaw. Mooch fought back with a few punches of her own, and the two girls dissolved into an all-out cat-fight.
Jack was easily distracted by this. "Ooh, chick fight!" he marveled.
"Uh, Jacky-boy, can we focus here?" Spot called out.
"Yeah, sorry Spot!" Jack apologized. He reached his hand down, but it was too late. Spot's remaining hand slipped off the edge and he plummeted down, landing on a support.
"Holy shit! Spot!" Jack screamed.
Bean had had enough of the fighting. She kneed Mooch in the stomach and pushed her to the ground, knocking her unconscious. She quickly ran over to join Jack. "Oh my goodness," she breathed
"I'm goin down dere." Jack decided. He flipped himself over the guardrail and climbed down towards the unconscious Spot.
"He's still breathin!" Jack yelled when he reached him.
Bean let out a sigh of relief.
Jack flipped Spot's small stature over his shoulder and climbed back up with ease. When he was safely back on the bridge he laid him down on the ground, Bean said, "I tink we should take dem tah da hospital." She motioned towards Mooch, who was still lying a few feet away. "Both of 'em."
Jack looked at Bean, surprised. "Why would we take her tah da hospital, she tried tah kill me an' Spot!"
"Because if we take her dere, dey won't let 'er out till she's healed, an by dat time, we can get da police in on it."
Jack nodded. He bent down to pick up Spot, and started to head back to Manhattan.
"Wait a sec, Jack."
Jack turned around. "What?"
Bean pointed at Mooch. "You expect me tah carry her? I'm glad ya t'nk I'm so strong."
Jack chuckled and put Spot over Bean's shoulder. Although Spot was small, Bean still had to struggle a little bit to keep him on her shoulder.
~~~
"What are the patients' names?" the old, haggard nurse asked, obviously bored out of her skull.
Bean looked at Jack. "What's Spot's foist name?" she whispered.
Jack looked uneasy. "I promised I wouldn't say nuttin."
Bean gave Jack a warning look. "Jack."
"Okay, okay, it's, uh, well.Herman."
Bean suppressed a snicker. "Herman?"
Jack nodded sadly. "See why he goes by Spot?"
Bean turned to the nurse. "Okay, da boy's Herman Conlon, and da goil, 'er name is Kira.Kira. well, I ain't shor of her last name."
The nurse nodded, writing it down.
"May we see 'em?" Jack asked.
"Yes," the nurse replied, "but only one at a time."
Jack and Bean decided to wait until Spot was conscious to visit him.
"What are we going tah do about Mooch?" Bean asked as they sat in the waiting room.
"I dunno, B, should we call da police? But what do dey care about a couple a 'street rats' like us?"
Bean thought for a moment. "Denton." she decided. "He'll help us fer sure." Bean stood up. "I'm gonna find 'im."