Part 7
Spot pushed his way through the streets of Brooklyn, mind set on one thing - vengeance. He wanted to see Kathryn leave the lodging house in confidence with her chin held high...not carried out in a wooden box. If he guessed right, Flaggler would still be in Brooklyn, popping up somewhere - making his appearance a brag on his behalf.
It wasn't long before the genial voice, that could turn cruel in an instant, stood out in the hoopla of the setting evening. Spot's eyes burned fire at the sight. Flaggler looked up, as if he could feel those haunted eyes on him. He gave a mocking wave to Spot then excused himself from his next dish he had enchanted.
"I'm guessing you got my little present" Flaggler said, strolling to where Spot stood. "Kathryn was something special, sharing her was a big problem though. You know that dontcha, Spot?"
Spot let every word melt into the air before his cord snapped - letting loose the infamous temper he was known for. This was different. This wasn't fueled by anger or betrayal or even love. It was the curve of Flaggler's smirk that set him on edge. The knowing that the girl who lived in a shell that she almost escaped from was now to stay there forever.
He punched and punched, not realizing, not caring, that the boy on the opposite side was lying half dead in the street. He wasn't aware of the screams from women or whistle that drew closer to him. Spot knew nothing, but the motion of his fist cracking against Flaggler's swollen, bloody face until hands wrapped around his arms and dragged him away to a safe hiding place.
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Epilogue
"It's been five years since you died. I lost my sanity. Didn't regain it back till your funeral. Flaggler recovered from the damage I did to him, but not fully. I must of hit him so hard, his speak was slurred. He didn't bother staying in Brooklyn. My boys made sure of it.
"I haven't seen my boys in a while. I didn't stay at the Brooklyn Lodging House too longer after what happen to you. I never had anything I knew how to do until you came along, and taught me signing, expect just bossing people around and keeping my boys in line.
"I found a place in Queens for the dumb, deaf, and blind. They're a free organization, and they took me in. I been there for four years. I help with anything they need done. Even met a nice girl named Margaret. I married her a year ago. I work with the mute and she works with the blind. I love her, I really do.
"There's not much else to say to you, but something I never did get to say...thank you."
Spot brushed the newly fallen snow from the small gravestone before he turned to walk away.
The END!
It's done! Finally! I think it's been over a year since I started this whopper. It's been one of my fave fics to write. Thank you so much to everyone who has keep up with it!!! :0)
Spot pushed his way through the streets of Brooklyn, mind set on one thing - vengeance. He wanted to see Kathryn leave the lodging house in confidence with her chin held high...not carried out in a wooden box. If he guessed right, Flaggler would still be in Brooklyn, popping up somewhere - making his appearance a brag on his behalf.
It wasn't long before the genial voice, that could turn cruel in an instant, stood out in the hoopla of the setting evening. Spot's eyes burned fire at the sight. Flaggler looked up, as if he could feel those haunted eyes on him. He gave a mocking wave to Spot then excused himself from his next dish he had enchanted.
"I'm guessing you got my little present" Flaggler said, strolling to where Spot stood. "Kathryn was something special, sharing her was a big problem though. You know that dontcha, Spot?"
Spot let every word melt into the air before his cord snapped - letting loose the infamous temper he was known for. This was different. This wasn't fueled by anger or betrayal or even love. It was the curve of Flaggler's smirk that set him on edge. The knowing that the girl who lived in a shell that she almost escaped from was now to stay there forever.
He punched and punched, not realizing, not caring, that the boy on the opposite side was lying half dead in the street. He wasn't aware of the screams from women or whistle that drew closer to him. Spot knew nothing, but the motion of his fist cracking against Flaggler's swollen, bloody face until hands wrapped around his arms and dragged him away to a safe hiding place.
***
Epilogue
"It's been five years since you died. I lost my sanity. Didn't regain it back till your funeral. Flaggler recovered from the damage I did to him, but not fully. I must of hit him so hard, his speak was slurred. He didn't bother staying in Brooklyn. My boys made sure of it.
"I haven't seen my boys in a while. I didn't stay at the Brooklyn Lodging House too longer after what happen to you. I never had anything I knew how to do until you came along, and taught me signing, expect just bossing people around and keeping my boys in line.
"I found a place in Queens for the dumb, deaf, and blind. They're a free organization, and they took me in. I been there for four years. I help with anything they need done. Even met a nice girl named Margaret. I married her a year ago. I work with the mute and she works with the blind. I love her, I really do.
"There's not much else to say to you, but something I never did get to say...thank you."
Spot brushed the newly fallen snow from the small gravestone before he turned to walk away.
The END!
It's done! Finally! I think it's been over a year since I started this whopper. It's been one of my fave fics to write. Thank you so much to everyone who has keep up with it!!! :0)