Past's do Bite
by: american-psycho
Disclaimer: I own Tk, Oni, Lucky, Bash, Biz, Issues, Crazed and Faye. Thats alot. lol. just dun sue cuz im trying 2 save up to buy the movie american psycho.
A/N: thnx fer reviews and im debating a sequel. you want one? tell me! and it might be a jack/oc fic plus tk/spot's life.
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1 week later......
Jack walked down the Harlem streets in the dark. He walked by the LH and heard some voices below. He wanted to talk to Faye and see if she had seen Tk. He walked up to back and saw a door. He opened the door and heard crying. Jack walked down the stairs and saw a figure, leaning against the wall, tied up. Jack ran to the person and noticed it was Tk.
"Oh gawd, Tk" Jack whispered. He untied her hands and legs and saw she had been starved. She didn't look as lively as she use to be with scars all over.
"Jack?" Tk couldn't get the whole word out. All Jack heard was 'Ja'. He reassured her that she'd be alright and that he was going to take care of her. He walked back up the stairs and ran into Racetrack.
"Race! What you'se doin' heah?" Jack asked as he tried to shut the door with his foot.
"Faye's me sistah and I came tah ask her if she had seen--" He noticed Tk in his arms and the condition she was in. "Oh gawd Jack. Is she gunna be a'right?"
"I'se need some food fer her, lots of it. She's to skinny and she's not to strong. Tomorrow, I'se need someone tah go to Brooklyn tah tell Spot we'se found her" Jack said as the two headed for Manhattan.
"I'll go." Race offered. Jack saw Tk wake up and she started shaking.
"Sh, Tk. Its me, Jack and Race. You'se gunna be a'right. Nothin's gunna hoit yah" Jack said, trying to calm her down. "We'se takin' yah tah Manhattan"
Tk shut her eyes and wished she was dead. The pain she went thru was enough to kill a normal girl newsie. The beating, the name calling, it would make a sane man go nuts. She had almost let go of it, the light slipping from her. It was Spot who kept her alive, the fact that he loved her. Jack held her tightly and didn't let her go as they walked up the stairs.
Race opened the door to the main bunkroom and Skits saw Tk first and rushed over to their sides. Jack layed her down and tried to get words out of her.
"Tk, what happened?" He asked, quietly, noticing everyone was watching her, whispering things.
"I was--" She couldn't bring herself to say it. She was to weak and she didn't want to relive the pain and suffering. Jack left it at that and hoped in the morning she'd tell him what had happened. He tucked her in, said a quiet good night and watched her fall asleep.
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Jack woke up early the next morning. He hadn't been able to sleep much last night since he found Tk. He wanted to make sure she was ok every second of the day. He jumped off the bunk and walked into the main room, where he saw Race, Skits, Dave, Little, and Raven surrounding Tk's bed. He ran to her and pushed them outta the way.
" 'S mattah?" He asked Raven. She looked at him with her dark piercing eyes.
"She's tawkin' Jack. She just blurted out da whole story" Raven replied. She brushed thru her jet black hair.
"Well? What happened?" He demanded. Raven brought him to a corner and sat down to tell him.
"Well, she said that a week and a day ago, she was headin' outta tha Brooklyn LH and three guys grabbed her, tied her up and carried her tah Harlem's LH basement. They beat her, starved her, all trying to get Spot theah. That's basically it. She stopped aftah the part where she started tah tell about aftah you'se left tha refuge" Raven said, before studying Jack's face.
"Did anyone get Spot yet?" Raven shook her head no. "Will you'se go and tell 'im she's heah"
Raven nodded and grabbed Little. The two walked out of the LH and Jack joined the others.
He knelt besides her and said "Tk, its me Jack. Why did they want Spot to come an' get you'se?" Tk didn't answer him, but with the strength she had, crawled over to the window and peared out of it. "Are yah not gonna tawk tah us?"
She didn't even nod her head. She just stared at the sky, wishing God had taken her to Heaven to live with him. Jack sighed and walked out of the LH and got a cigarette from Race. He slowly breathed in and then out when he saw Raven and Little. 'Damn, they shoah go fast' he thought.
"Heya, Jack! Look who met up wid us!" Little yelled. She was short, shorter than Spot and she was 16.
"Wheah is she, Jacky?" Spot said when he met up with Jack. He brought Spot inside and Spot saw Tk looking out the window.
"Oh Gawd. What happened?" Spot asked.
"Some newsies beat her and starved 'er tah get tah you'se" Jack replied. "She won't tawk tah anyone, not even me"
"Wheah did yah find her?" Spot asked.
"In Harlem. Under the LH." Jack replied.
Spot said nothing and advanced towards Tk, who felt oblivious to the world around her.
"Tk?" She sharply turned to look at him and then back at the window, ashamed of what she looked like to him. "You'se ok?" She didn't reply. Spot sat besides her, wrapped his arms around her, and whispered, "You'se tell me when yah ready. I love yah Tk"
Tk wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him that she loved him as well but the things that happened, he was probably saying it just to get the info out.
"Do yah really?" She asked, quietly. Spot nodded.
"I'se always loved ya, since thah moment I'se met you'se" Spot replied.
"That day, I had tha headache. I'se walked outtah the LH and Oni, Lucky and Bash grabbed me and hauled me off tah Harlem. I tried tah fight but they was to strong. They beat me! They starved me! I'se nevah been so helpless in me life!" She paused, breaking away from Spot and crying. "They wanted yah, tah moider yah."
"I'se know how yah feel" Spot whispered.
"No yah don't! Yah weren't theah so you'se can't know how I feel. I'se wish you wouldn't treat me like I'm yer follower! Yah dun see it, do yah Spot? I'se hoit, you dun care. The woids, 'I love yah', was only tah get woids outtah me mouth! I'se hate yah Spot!" Tk yelled, feeling uncontrolable. She wabbled over to the girls bunk, her legs hurt her as she walked. She winced at each step she took and starting crying. How could she be so hostile with Spot. She had kept the pain bottled inside, the words others said, the way everyone treated her. Tk just wished that Spot would treat her like a normal girl, not the second strongest in all of New York.
She flopped on her bed, her face buried in the pillow. She silently wept as she fell asleep.
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A/N: I guess evrythin's comin along rite. If its messed up, iuno. i guess u could flame.
by: american-psycho
Disclaimer: I own Tk, Oni, Lucky, Bash, Biz, Issues, Crazed and Faye. Thats alot. lol. just dun sue cuz im trying 2 save up to buy the movie american psycho.
A/N: thnx fer reviews and im debating a sequel. you want one? tell me! and it might be a jack/oc fic plus tk/spot's life.
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1 week later......
Jack walked down the Harlem streets in the dark. He walked by the LH and heard some voices below. He wanted to talk to Faye and see if she had seen Tk. He walked up to back and saw a door. He opened the door and heard crying. Jack walked down the stairs and saw a figure, leaning against the wall, tied up. Jack ran to the person and noticed it was Tk.
"Oh gawd, Tk" Jack whispered. He untied her hands and legs and saw she had been starved. She didn't look as lively as she use to be with scars all over.
"Jack?" Tk couldn't get the whole word out. All Jack heard was 'Ja'. He reassured her that she'd be alright and that he was going to take care of her. He walked back up the stairs and ran into Racetrack.
"Race! What you'se doin' heah?" Jack asked as he tried to shut the door with his foot.
"Faye's me sistah and I came tah ask her if she had seen--" He noticed Tk in his arms and the condition she was in. "Oh gawd Jack. Is she gunna be a'right?"
"I'se need some food fer her, lots of it. She's to skinny and she's not to strong. Tomorrow, I'se need someone tah go to Brooklyn tah tell Spot we'se found her" Jack said as the two headed for Manhattan.
"I'll go." Race offered. Jack saw Tk wake up and she started shaking.
"Sh, Tk. Its me, Jack and Race. You'se gunna be a'right. Nothin's gunna hoit yah" Jack said, trying to calm her down. "We'se takin' yah tah Manhattan"
Tk shut her eyes and wished she was dead. The pain she went thru was enough to kill a normal girl newsie. The beating, the name calling, it would make a sane man go nuts. She had almost let go of it, the light slipping from her. It was Spot who kept her alive, the fact that he loved her. Jack held her tightly and didn't let her go as they walked up the stairs.
Race opened the door to the main bunkroom and Skits saw Tk first and rushed over to their sides. Jack layed her down and tried to get words out of her.
"Tk, what happened?" He asked, quietly, noticing everyone was watching her, whispering things.
"I was--" She couldn't bring herself to say it. She was to weak and she didn't want to relive the pain and suffering. Jack left it at that and hoped in the morning she'd tell him what had happened. He tucked her in, said a quiet good night and watched her fall asleep.
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Jack woke up early the next morning. He hadn't been able to sleep much last night since he found Tk. He wanted to make sure she was ok every second of the day. He jumped off the bunk and walked into the main room, where he saw Race, Skits, Dave, Little, and Raven surrounding Tk's bed. He ran to her and pushed them outta the way.
" 'S mattah?" He asked Raven. She looked at him with her dark piercing eyes.
"She's tawkin' Jack. She just blurted out da whole story" Raven replied. She brushed thru her jet black hair.
"Well? What happened?" He demanded. Raven brought him to a corner and sat down to tell him.
"Well, she said that a week and a day ago, she was headin' outta tha Brooklyn LH and three guys grabbed her, tied her up and carried her tah Harlem's LH basement. They beat her, starved her, all trying to get Spot theah. That's basically it. She stopped aftah the part where she started tah tell about aftah you'se left tha refuge" Raven said, before studying Jack's face.
"Did anyone get Spot yet?" Raven shook her head no. "Will you'se go and tell 'im she's heah"
Raven nodded and grabbed Little. The two walked out of the LH and Jack joined the others.
He knelt besides her and said "Tk, its me Jack. Why did they want Spot to come an' get you'se?" Tk didn't answer him, but with the strength she had, crawled over to the window and peared out of it. "Are yah not gonna tawk tah us?"
She didn't even nod her head. She just stared at the sky, wishing God had taken her to Heaven to live with him. Jack sighed and walked out of the LH and got a cigarette from Race. He slowly breathed in and then out when he saw Raven and Little. 'Damn, they shoah go fast' he thought.
"Heya, Jack! Look who met up wid us!" Little yelled. She was short, shorter than Spot and she was 16.
"Wheah is she, Jacky?" Spot said when he met up with Jack. He brought Spot inside and Spot saw Tk looking out the window.
"Oh Gawd. What happened?" Spot asked.
"Some newsies beat her and starved 'er tah get tah you'se" Jack replied. "She won't tawk tah anyone, not even me"
"Wheah did yah find her?" Spot asked.
"In Harlem. Under the LH." Jack replied.
Spot said nothing and advanced towards Tk, who felt oblivious to the world around her.
"Tk?" She sharply turned to look at him and then back at the window, ashamed of what she looked like to him. "You'se ok?" She didn't reply. Spot sat besides her, wrapped his arms around her, and whispered, "You'se tell me when yah ready. I love yah Tk"
Tk wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him that she loved him as well but the things that happened, he was probably saying it just to get the info out.
"Do yah really?" She asked, quietly. Spot nodded.
"I'se always loved ya, since thah moment I'se met you'se" Spot replied.
"That day, I had tha headache. I'se walked outtah the LH and Oni, Lucky and Bash grabbed me and hauled me off tah Harlem. I tried tah fight but they was to strong. They beat me! They starved me! I'se nevah been so helpless in me life!" She paused, breaking away from Spot and crying. "They wanted yah, tah moider yah."
"I'se know how yah feel" Spot whispered.
"No yah don't! Yah weren't theah so you'se can't know how I feel. I'se wish you wouldn't treat me like I'm yer follower! Yah dun see it, do yah Spot? I'se hoit, you dun care. The woids, 'I love yah', was only tah get woids outtah me mouth! I'se hate yah Spot!" Tk yelled, feeling uncontrolable. She wabbled over to the girls bunk, her legs hurt her as she walked. She winced at each step she took and starting crying. How could she be so hostile with Spot. She had kept the pain bottled inside, the words others said, the way everyone treated her. Tk just wished that Spot would treat her like a normal girl, not the second strongest in all of New York.
She flopped on her bed, her face buried in the pillow. She silently wept as she fell asleep.
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A/N: I guess evrythin's comin along rite. If its messed up, iuno. i guess u could flame.