Spit Fire felt the bullet enter her side, a sharp piercing pain shot through her side. Fire felt her hands clasp over her side. She stumbled back into the wall behind her and slid down it. The fight raged on around her. No one seemed to notice her. Fire tried to call for help, but she couldn't find her voice. The warm sticky fluid ran down her side, soaking her shirt and running in between her fingers. The horrible pain intensified. Spit Fire looked down at her side; now covered in red. A sweep of dizziness took over. She closed her eyes tightly hoping she would open them and it would all just be a dream. The shouting and yelling seemed to be fading out into the background, until all the words and screams ran into one. Fire opened her eyes to see if any one was near for her to call to, but everything started vanishing…growing dark.
A few minutes later she felt some one at her side. She worried that it was one of Brooklyn's enemies.
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Spot looked down he held a switchblade in his hand. He looked up when he heard a shot go off in the crowd. He looked to see where the bullet had struck in the crowd. Spot felt a sharp pain in his side, but he hadn't been shot. Spot couldn't find who had been shot, but he did see who had triggered the gun. He pushed his way through the crowd and over to the crowd. He knew that the person who had been shot had been some one who was on his side.
Chaos stood there his eyes fixed on the person he had shot. Spot's eyes traced the line of Chaos' fixed gaze. His eyes fell upon a fiery red head lying on the ground. His heart sunk, the tight grasp he had on the switchblade loosen and the blade fell to the ground with a clank. He ran over to her.
"Fire wake up!" He called taking her into his arms.
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Spot sat up in his bunk and looked over at Spit Fire's bunk. Pale moonlight filter in through the bunkroom window spilling across the room and creeping up the side of Fire's bunk, illuminating her face. He stood up and walked over to her, She looked as if she was having a bad dream, "Fire wake up…." He said gently shaking her.
Fire opened her eyes. Her hands instantly went to her side, "Spot you're okay!" She said sitting up and kissing him.
"You'se ain't bleedin' right?" He asked her sitting down on the edge of her bunk. He looked at her face studying every feature. Something didn't sit right with him. The dream he had had was all too real.
"No, I'm fine." She said. Spit sat facing her he had never been so scared in his life. He put his arm around her. Spit Fire placed her hand on his arm. Spot leaned forward so his forehead was touching hers. Neither of them spoke of the dreams that they had, they just new that the other had had the same dream. Fire lay down and Spot lay next to her holding her. The two of them drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
The next day came and went. Spot and Spit Fire were nervous. Spot eyed every one who looked suspicious. The days seemed to drag on leaving in fear that something would happen to the other. Spot had gotten word that the Rippers were moving into his territory…it was like all his worse dreams were coming true.