Spot knelt down in front of her totally confused on how some one so strong could be turned into a frail, fragile child, "It's me Spot." He said softly to her, Spit Fire wiped her eyes and looked over at Spot. The terror in her eyes was horrible. Spot closed his eyes briefly and then opened them to look at Fire. He wanted to reach out and hold her in his arms, but Fire had made it clear that she didn't want to be touched, "Who did this to you?"
Spit Fire drew shall short breaths, "R-Reilly." Spit Fire whispered through her tears. Spit Fire tugged on her ripped sleeve pulling it back onto her shoulder. Spot looked around for another one of his guys. He wanted to find Reilly, but he couldn't leave Spit Fire alone.
"C'mon lets get you tah dah lodgin' house." Spot cautiously put his hand on her arm to help her up. Spot could feel Spit Fire winced under his hand and his heart ached. How could any one do suck a horrible thing to some one else. Spot looked at her shirt it was torn badly hanging off of her shoulders. He took his over shirt off and put it around Spit Fire's. Fire slipped her arms into the sleeves of the shirt and wrapped it tightly around her, "Everythin's gonna be fine, Spit Fire. Jus' wait and see."
Spit Fire nodded, "I tried to fight back…."
"I know yah did." Spot walked slowly out of the alley with Spit Fire. She leaned against him very sore. Every part of her body hurt worse then anything she had ever felt before. They made it out of the alley. Spot looked around again. There was an eerie silence as they walked down the street. It was like the sounds of the world had been turned off.
Blade and Chance were up ahead fooling around. Chance saw Spit Fire and Spot then elbowed Blade, "Hey ain't that Fire wid Spot?" The two of them ran towards Spot and Fire.
"What happened Spot?" Blade asked as they skidded to a halt.
Spot looked over at Chance. He knew Spit Fire would trust him, "Chance take Spit Fire back tah dah Brooklyn Lodgin' House. Give 'er me bunk and anythin' else she needs. I gotta extra pair of clothes she can have."
Chance nodded and placed his arm around Spit Fire where Spot's used to be. Once they were half way down the street out of ear range Spot turned to Blade, "Get all the guys rallied to meet me back at the lodging house as soon as possible. Send Deal tah Manhattan and tell Jack d'at Spit Fire was soaked bad an' she's stayin' in Brooklyn. I'm gonna see if Reilly is still heah in Brooklyn. The order is any one sees Reilly they're tah soak him. If he's back in dah Bronx…" Spot paused, "We'se takin' all of dah Bronx down."
"Got it." Blade nodded and took off down the street. A picture of Spit Fire sat in his head. She looked to beat up to have just been soaked. He began to rally up the guys.
Spot began his manhunt for Reilly he wasn't going to just soak him he was going to kill him.
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Chance had taken Spit Fire back to the lodging house. He helped her clean up and got her knew clothes, "Spot won't mind if you'se use his bunk." Chance gingerly placed an arm around Fire. Surprisingly she let him because she trusted him, "A little more privacy." Fire's body ached more with every movement. She trembled slightly still shaken from what had happened. Chance pulled her closer, "It's okay to cry." He said rubbing her back gently.
The two walked over to Spot's bunk. Chance laid down next to Spit Fire still holding her into his arms; because the first time Chance had moved to get something Fire wouldn't let him go. Spit Fire felt safe when she had some one she could trust around. About two hours later the door to the lodging house swung open.
Spot came up the stairs and the shouts of the guys could be heard, "Didn't find him." Spot said to Chance. He looked over at the two of them lying in the bunk. He looked at Fire she looked at peace for the moment. He wondered how long it would last for.
Chance slowly got up trying not to disturb Spit Fire. He walked to the top of the stairs leaving the bunkroom door open in case Fire needed them.
Spot whistled loudly and motioned for every one to be quiet, "Alright, heah's dah plan…." A hush fell through the lodging house.