Sweets looked happy. She went up to Mercury and gave him a hug. "Thanks
Mercury!" Apollo looked at Sweets. He liked her, he liked her a lot. Sweets
was 12 when she got to Chicago she was 5'3 she had dirty blonde hair with
copper streaks. She was Italian but had her father's hair. She could be
shy, but also very rowdy and out going.
Over the years Mercury grew older and was now looking for a permanent job. He had a girlfriend named Jessie that he loved to death. He planned on asking her to marry him. Apollo and Sweets went out for a while but broke up because the whole relationship thing wasn't working out for them.
One cold January night in 1899 Apollo and Sweets were coming home from a show at one of the local theaters. They were crossing the street and behind them they heard gunshots. Sweets turned around and saw a man looking at her smiling then running off. She turned to look at Apollo and saw he was lying in the snow. "Apollo? Apollo? NOOOOOOO!" She looked at the snow quickly turning red from Apollo's blood. She picked him up and ran as fast as she could back to the lodging house.
"Help!!! Somebody please help him! Zeus? Mercury? Ropes? Smokey? Jones? Bandit? Mr. Smithy? Hello?" Everyone came running at once. They took Apollo from her arms and took him into the sick room and called the doctor. Sweets sat on the couch and cried. She cried herself to sleep. She woke up to Mercury poking her. "Wha?" She rubbed her eyes sleepily and remembered what happened last night. "Is he ok?" Mercury looked at her. His deep blue eyes looked depressed. She started shaking her head like what he was telling her was a lie. "No! No! Don't lie to me Mercury Williams! He can't be dead." She was sobbing at this point. She couldn't take it.
"Mercury, I'se needs ta go home, back ta Manhattan, I'se need ta see me family. You'se welcome to come if ya like. I hate to do this. I'se stayin for anudda week then I'se leavin."
With that she went into the bunkroom to change and shower.
How could this happen? She thought angrily. It's all my fault. Oh god. I'm glad Mercury ain't mad at me. God I'se don't know wat I'se do if he was mad at me. I need to see me brudda's.
The week went by quickly. It had been 4 years since she'd been in New York. She wondered if her brothers were still leaders there.
Over the years Mercury grew older and was now looking for a permanent job. He had a girlfriend named Jessie that he loved to death. He planned on asking her to marry him. Apollo and Sweets went out for a while but broke up because the whole relationship thing wasn't working out for them.
One cold January night in 1899 Apollo and Sweets were coming home from a show at one of the local theaters. They were crossing the street and behind them they heard gunshots. Sweets turned around and saw a man looking at her smiling then running off. She turned to look at Apollo and saw he was lying in the snow. "Apollo? Apollo? NOOOOOOO!" She looked at the snow quickly turning red from Apollo's blood. She picked him up and ran as fast as she could back to the lodging house.
"Help!!! Somebody please help him! Zeus? Mercury? Ropes? Smokey? Jones? Bandit? Mr. Smithy? Hello?" Everyone came running at once. They took Apollo from her arms and took him into the sick room and called the doctor. Sweets sat on the couch and cried. She cried herself to sleep. She woke up to Mercury poking her. "Wha?" She rubbed her eyes sleepily and remembered what happened last night. "Is he ok?" Mercury looked at her. His deep blue eyes looked depressed. She started shaking her head like what he was telling her was a lie. "No! No! Don't lie to me Mercury Williams! He can't be dead." She was sobbing at this point. She couldn't take it.
"Mercury, I'se needs ta go home, back ta Manhattan, I'se need ta see me family. You'se welcome to come if ya like. I hate to do this. I'se stayin for anudda week then I'se leavin."
With that she went into the bunkroom to change and shower.
How could this happen? She thought angrily. It's all my fault. Oh god. I'm glad Mercury ain't mad at me. God I'se don't know wat I'se do if he was mad at me. I need to see me brudda's.
The week went by quickly. It had been 4 years since she'd been in New York. She wondered if her brothers were still leaders there.