Author's note: Chance is not my character. He belongs to my friend Random. I didn't ask to use him, but I am sure she won't mind cause…yeah she just won't. Right Random? Hehehe….
*Lights fade, curtain pulls back, and the audience grows silent*
Two weeks had passed since Spit Fire had left The Bronx. Every night Reilly had sat out side the window out of view. He listened to what Fire had to say to them. The guys seemed to like her a lot. She helped them all out when they were in fights.
Reilly had found a place in Manhattan to stay. Each day he would hide out of site from Fire and follow her. He knew where she would be and at what time she would be at a certain place.
Spit Fire left the lodging house like she normally did and headed towards Brooklyn. Fire looked forward to her visits to Brooklyn knowing how much it pissed Spot off that she was there. Reilly stayed about 20 paces behind her all week. Spit Fire had never noticed him.
"Top of the mornin'n." Spit Fire said walking past a few of her friends. She headed towards the bridge. Fire couldn't stay out of Brooklyn even if she tried. Two days ago she got her papers in Manhattan sold a few of them and then found her self near the bridge. It was calling her name telling her to cross over into the smug leaders territory.
Spit Fire stepped foot onto the giant steel bridge. She walked near the edge of the rail looking down at the water. A thought of Spot crossed her mind, the color of the water reminded her of his eyes. Fire shook the thought, "Can't go all soft on him Fire." She said to herself smirking.
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Spot paced the docks thinking about Spit Fire. His thoughts never left her, "Whad's wrong wid you'se Spot? Huh? Whad is id abou' d'is goil?" Spot talked to himself.
"Yah fin' her pretty, yah like her accent, attractive, sweet, strong, speaks her mind, can soak yah, an' you'se respect her." Blade said walking over to his friend, "You don't find her to be like mos' of the goily goils yah date. Plus she makes yah feel differen'. Spot you'se been talkin' about hoir for the last two weeks an' tellin' us ovah an' ovah again d'ese things."
"Blade she ain't like dah othah's, shoah-" Blade cut him off.
"Shoah she makes yah mad sometimes, but yah still can' shake dah feelin's she gives you." He mocked Spot dramatically and rolling his eyes, "Yah like hoir this much let hoir know."
"Maybe you'se right. Shouldn' be too hard to find her. She's always in Brooklyn." Spot smirked and looked to Blade, "Thanks Blade, talk to you later."
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Spit Fire walked towards the Brooklyn distribution office. Reilly picked up his pace and walked down an alley two blocks away from the distribution office. He knew she would be headed back this way as soon as she got her papers.
"Mornin'n Chance." Spit Fire said smiling as she got into line with him.
"Heya Fire." Chance smiled his eyes bright blue and his blonde hair.
"So tell me how come all of the cute newsies live in Brooklyn?" She asked him as they line moved foreword right on time.
"Because we all know you'se gonna show up heah soonah or latah durin' dah day." He smiled getting his papers and walking down the ramp.
Fire got her hundred papers and then walked over to Chance, "Sellin' in dah same spot tahday?" He asked her.
"Yes, were else would I sell?" Spit Fire and Chance walked out of the distribution office together. They made plans to meet later and do something.
Spit Fire looked through the headlines of the papers. She wasn't paying attention to where she was going. Reilly stepped out of the alley and stood in front of her waiting to see how long it would take for her to notice him. Fire walked right into him, her papers scattering everywhere. She looked at whom she had run into, "Reilly…." She managed to breath out.
"That's righ' Fire." He said to her grabbing her arm. Fire clenched her fists ready to punch him, but he seized her other arm tightly, "You'se ain't gonna win d'is time. I've gotta stronger then before…"
"Let go Reilly. This isn't The Bronx." She said struggling out of his grip, but he just held on tighter.
Reilly back towards the alley, "You'se right this ain't like The Bronx, but I can make it." Reilly walked into the alley pulling Fire with him. He pinned her against the wall, holding her wrists above her head. Spit Fire went to scream for help, but was silenced when he placed his lips on hers. Reilly put both of her slender wrists into his one had and put his other over her mouth, "I wouldn't suggest screaming…." He said slowly, "It isn't going to get you any where."
Spit Fire tried to knee Reilly, but he moved. He took his hand away from her mouth and punched her hard. Shoving her back into the ground, "You aren't going to get away with this." Spit Fire said propping her self up the taste of blood filled her mouth. Reilly didn't hear a word she said. Spit Fire stood up, but Reilly slammed her into the wall. Spit Fire felt the wind knocked out of her she couldn't call for help.
"Well Fire looks like I am going to get what I wan' aftah all." He reached into her pocket and took out the key slipping it into his. He restrained her arms again kissing her lips and then down her neck.
"Please don't…" She begged trying to slide down the wall hoping she could get free. Reilly pulled her up straight again, pressing his body against her. His free hand traveled down the side of her body reaching her pants; quickly undoing them. He placed his lips onto hers again sliding the two of them to the ground. Reilly straddled Spit Fire undoing his own pants.
"This is going to be fun…" He whispered to her smirking. Fire struggled, but every time she moved he would hit her. Fire finally gave up when he undid her shirt kissing her chest. Spit Fire sunk back into the alley, hoping, praying that some one would see her papers out there and find her. She felt a few tears roll down her cheeks. She hadn't cried in eleven years, but this time she couldn't hold them back. She felt Reilly enter her and she cringed. It seemed like the torture would never end.
Reilly finally pulled out, he proceeded to soak Spit Fire telling her if she ever told any one about this or any of the other times again the consequences would be a lot worse. Reilly exited the alley. He kicked a few of the papers lying on the ground, and then headed back towards The Bronx. Reilly was going to inform Rage about Jack coming that way to free Random.
Spit Fire lay there. The tears ran down her cheeks. She felt dirty and cheap, this was the worse Reilly had ever been. Her whole body ached from him raping her and from him soaking her. Fire stayed where she not wanting to move. Finally she reached over to feel for her shirt and pants. Pulling the tattered clothes on she tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't allow her to. Fire pulled her knees up to her chest and cried.
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Spot had given up looking for Spit Fire. He figured that she hadn't even come to Brooklyn today. He walked towards the distribution office hoping maybe she came late and was still getting her papers. Spot stopped his tracks when he saw the pile of papers lying on the ground, 'Fire can wait.' He thought to himself running towards the alley. As he drew closer he heard a faint crying. Spot entered the alley and walked towards the girl curled in the corner. He walked up and put a hand on the girl's shoulder.
"No! Please don't touch me!" She screamed waving her arms and swatting at whom ever was touching her.
Spot looked at the girl better, "Spit Fire?" He couldn't believe what he was seeing.