Shout Outs~
Vinyl: ::pets:: Here you are.
Willow: *sigh* With ToT…it's just best to *not ask*.
Dreamcoat: Thanks.
Ann: ^^;; Those fights are always great, no? I usually sulk during that particular time.
Stress: *blinks* … 'Lucky'? I don't know about *that*. XD;
…ToT: *blinks* A shout out to someone who's supposed to be writing the shout outs. XD I think your review got cut off, m'dear. It's rather abrupt.
Notes: Erm, when ToT was reading over this…she saw that instead of "closest arm", we wrote "Closet arm". O.o We apologize for that…Specs and his sexy closet arm. XD
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Specs spun Stage around, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Dis ain't true. It just can't be. Tell me it ain't true, Stage."
"It…its true." Stage mumbled, not being able to meet his gaze. In shock, Specs dropped his arms back to his sides and the silence fell again. Stage hazarded a gaze up and staggered backwards. She reached shaking fingers up to touch the red mark on her cheek. "Specs…"
"You lying whore…" He snapped. "You were just using me?!"
"No, I—"
"I ain't hearin' dis!"
"Specs—"
"I can't take dis now! Dis is ridiculous!" Specs turned and stormed over to the window. He climbed out of it and clambered down the fire escape without a backwards look. Stage let out a choked sob and her knees gave out from under her. ToT and Sparkles helped her to her designated bunk and then sat on their own. Well, Sparkles sat on ToT's, not having one just yet.
"Good thing we don't have that apartment anymore." ToT commented. "It would be near impossible to get her back without being seen."
"Look, I's got ta get back ta Brooklyn befoir dey send out a search party." Spot said, tossing the gun on the bedside beside ToT. She tucked it back into wherever she had pulled it from in the first place and nodded. "I'll be back tamarrah mornin'."
"Seeya, Spot."
"Bye Spot."
"Take care."
The leader of Brooklyn nodded to everyone before taking the fire escape route. The only sound in the bunkroom were the sound of boots on the fire escape and Stage crying into her pillow.
"Well, dere ain't nothin' else we can do tanight." Skittery commented. "Lets toirn in."
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Sparkles sighed deeply as she pried the tops off the boxes with her crowbar. Sticking the metal item back in her belt loop, she pulled on a pair of thin cloth gloves. Sparkles leaned over the edge of the box and reached in, pulling out a handful of it's contents. She grinned when she saw the glint off the precious gems in her palm.
"Whatcha got there, Sparkles?" ToT asked, walking up next to her friend. Sparkles showed her and ToT seemed unimpressed.
"Oh. Only those pieces of glass again. Why don't you stop wasting your time with those and join up with my business?"
"This is a good job for me, ToT. I know my way around and what I'm doing. I'm comfortable with it."
"Knowing your way around doesn't always make it comfortable." Stage commented, leaning on the edge of the box across from them. "It just means you've been doing it long enough that you can pretty much guess the results."
"And the results aren't always pretty." Growled a voice. A gunshot pierced through the air and Stage staggered, staring down at where a patch of red was growing on her chest. She fell a moment later and ToT and Sparkles whirled around.
ToT was the next to fall, a crushing blow to the side of her skull. Sparkles looked around wildly, trying to find the murderer of her friends. She fumbled and yanked out the crowbar, holding it up in a defensive position.
"Who're you?!"
A chuckle.
"Show yourself!"
Sparkles ducked as a knife whizzed over her head. She stabbed blindly and yanked at the cool metal when it became lodged in something. Sparkles tried to pull her hands away when warm liquid spilled over her arms, but they seemed to be welded against the metal. She slipped and fell, hitting the ground hard on her hip.
"No, no, no! Help! Somebody help! He's going to kill me! HELP!"
"Sparkles, SPARKLES! Wake up!" Jack shook the blonde furiously, trying to tear her subconscious away from the nightmare she was having.
"NO! Stay back, you bastard!" She shrieked, jerking away from him and falling from the bunk. Sparkles awoke when her head came into contact with the wooden floor. Breathing hard and shaking, she sat up and examined her arms. Satisfied, Sparkles pulled herself up by the sheets on her bed and back onto the mattress. She gasped and jerked away when arms went around her.
"Shh, shh. It's just me." Jack whispered. Sparkles let out the breath that she had been holding and leaned against him. "Its okay, it was just a nightmare. It ain't real. Just a figment of your imagination."
"What's goin' on?" ToT's voice asked groggily from beside Sparkles. The two had to share a bunk temporarily since there hadn't been a free one available that night.
"Nothin'. Go back ta sleep, ToT."
"Already done." She mumbled.
"What was your dream, Sparkles?" Jack whispered, so not to wake anybody else.
"There was blood. Everywhere. He killed them."
"Who?"
"Stage and ToT. They didn't even see it coming…like shooting fish in a barrel for him…it was so easy."
"What?"
"He killed them both. He shot Stage and hit ToT with a lead pipe. Then he came after me. All I had was the crowbar. I didn't mean to kill him…he just ran into it. My hands kept sliding over the surface when I tried to pull it out. It was everywhere. I slipped and fell down the stairs because of it. He came to get me…"
"Who? Who, Sparkles? Who came to get you?"
"My father."
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