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Chapter 8
They peered into the face a tall blond kid. He sputtered a bit, before coughing up blood.
"Relax," Prayer coaxed, "Sleep."
The boy fought to keep his eyes open, and took a deep breath. "Chestnut."
Jack became oddly interested in what this kid had to say, "What about 'em?"
"Dey got 'em, kid. Killed 'em fasta den youse could say How'd ya do."
Jack turned to Spot, who'd gone white. Prayer turned to the kid, and told him to stop scaring them.
"I ain't scarin 'em Prayer.it's true. Dat was ma sista he was datin. And ya wanna know what else? She was fuckin' killed too." The kid had turned red, and sat glaring at Spot. "Youse his lil brudda, right?"
Spot sat staring at the kid, not answering. My brother, dead. Damn him. I coulda been dere, coulda helped. An he didn't want anyone ta know we was related. Because I had a different fadda.
Jack saw that Spot couldn't answer and took it upon himself to do so, "Yea, dat's him"
"You oughtta be ashamed of yerself kid, very ashamed."
Spot took a deep breath and tried to relax. Anger pulsated through his body and he broke. He jumped upon this kid, and started to punch him, bloodying up his already bloody face.
"I'm gonna kill you!" he shouted, as the boy struggled beneath him.
A few more little punched was all this kid could handle. Blood spurted from all openings in his face, and he could barely breath.
Jack stared at Spot, the amazing power that this little kid beheld. Prayer stared, too, shocked that this little 8 year old could harm anybody.
Spot ran away, trailed by Jack, to the bunkroom. Charlie stood open-mouthed at the kid and Prayer.
"Dat wan't a good ting ta do, was it Prayer?" she innocently asked.
Prayer smiled down at her, "No, Char, it wasn't. But let me tell ya one thin, dat kid has got power. I gotta feelin bout him, he's gonna be great."
Charlotte did nothing except nod her blond curls at him.
The boys soon returned to the Lodging House, many bruised and broken. All confirmed the truth that Chestnut was killed. The leader of Harlem, Wizard, has taken it upon himself to slice his throat. All that could be recovered was a note to Spot.
Blue took it up to where Spot and Jack sat.
"I killed 'em, Blue" Blue looked at Spot, "I killed em."
"Eh, don't worry bout em Spot.he was a spy from Harlem anyways. If you didn't kill em, den I woulda." Blue smiled, "Alls well dat ends well, eh?"
"Meh brudda is dead..how well is dat?"
Blue weakly grinned, "Here, we found did on Chestnut."
Spot opened the letter. It read:
"I'm asumin that if yew got this, than we won. Obviusly, I'm ded. Spot, yew need to do a few things for me. Ferst, apoint Blue as leder. Yew will be leder wen yew are 15. Second, tell Rose's family that I'm sorry she's ded. Take care of Jack, Spot, that kid has a good hart. Lastly, Spot, I luv yew, even if we have diff'rent fathers. Remember me, Spot. And never, ever let anyone close to yew be in danger, Spot. Be there. Be strong, be powerful.yew are destined to be the best leader of Brooklyn.I no this Spot, I no. Oh, Charlotte, she's also a good kid.make sure that yew take good care of her, yew hear?
Spot let a small tear fall from his eye, before he read the last bit
Luv, Chestnut
PS. I want yew to be the best.do what I wasn't able to.
Blue waited until he was done before he told Spot that he wrote it while he was in the custody of Harlem.
"He loved ya, Spot."
"And I loved him."
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack sighed, "It was den dat he became da was dat he is now.it's tough losin a brudda, ya know."
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Shout Outs: Spikes, Snooza, Pretzel and Kaylee
Chapter 8
They peered into the face a tall blond kid. He sputtered a bit, before coughing up blood.
"Relax," Prayer coaxed, "Sleep."
The boy fought to keep his eyes open, and took a deep breath. "Chestnut."
Jack became oddly interested in what this kid had to say, "What about 'em?"
"Dey got 'em, kid. Killed 'em fasta den youse could say How'd ya do."
Jack turned to Spot, who'd gone white. Prayer turned to the kid, and told him to stop scaring them.
"I ain't scarin 'em Prayer.it's true. Dat was ma sista he was datin. And ya wanna know what else? She was fuckin' killed too." The kid had turned red, and sat glaring at Spot. "Youse his lil brudda, right?"
Spot sat staring at the kid, not answering. My brother, dead. Damn him. I coulda been dere, coulda helped. An he didn't want anyone ta know we was related. Because I had a different fadda.
Jack saw that Spot couldn't answer and took it upon himself to do so, "Yea, dat's him"
"You oughtta be ashamed of yerself kid, very ashamed."
Spot took a deep breath and tried to relax. Anger pulsated through his body and he broke. He jumped upon this kid, and started to punch him, bloodying up his already bloody face.
"I'm gonna kill you!" he shouted, as the boy struggled beneath him.
A few more little punched was all this kid could handle. Blood spurted from all openings in his face, and he could barely breath.
Jack stared at Spot, the amazing power that this little kid beheld. Prayer stared, too, shocked that this little 8 year old could harm anybody.
Spot ran away, trailed by Jack, to the bunkroom. Charlie stood open-mouthed at the kid and Prayer.
"Dat wan't a good ting ta do, was it Prayer?" she innocently asked.
Prayer smiled down at her, "No, Char, it wasn't. But let me tell ya one thin, dat kid has got power. I gotta feelin bout him, he's gonna be great."
Charlotte did nothing except nod her blond curls at him.
The boys soon returned to the Lodging House, many bruised and broken. All confirmed the truth that Chestnut was killed. The leader of Harlem, Wizard, has taken it upon himself to slice his throat. All that could be recovered was a note to Spot.
Blue took it up to where Spot and Jack sat.
"I killed 'em, Blue" Blue looked at Spot, "I killed em."
"Eh, don't worry bout em Spot.he was a spy from Harlem anyways. If you didn't kill em, den I woulda." Blue smiled, "Alls well dat ends well, eh?"
"Meh brudda is dead..how well is dat?"
Blue weakly grinned, "Here, we found did on Chestnut."
Spot opened the letter. It read:
"I'm asumin that if yew got this, than we won. Obviusly, I'm ded. Spot, yew need to do a few things for me. Ferst, apoint Blue as leder. Yew will be leder wen yew are 15. Second, tell Rose's family that I'm sorry she's ded. Take care of Jack, Spot, that kid has a good hart. Lastly, Spot, I luv yew, even if we have diff'rent fathers. Remember me, Spot. And never, ever let anyone close to yew be in danger, Spot. Be there. Be strong, be powerful.yew are destined to be the best leader of Brooklyn.I no this Spot, I no. Oh, Charlotte, she's also a good kid.make sure that yew take good care of her, yew hear?
Spot let a small tear fall from his eye, before he read the last bit
Luv, Chestnut
PS. I want yew to be the best.do what I wasn't able to.
Blue waited until he was done before he told Spot that he wrote it while he was in the custody of Harlem.
"He loved ya, Spot."
"And I loved him."
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack sighed, "It was den dat he became da was dat he is now.it's tough losin a brudda, ya know."
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