Author's Note: This Chapter is mainly to establish Jack and Juliet's relationship.

          Fixed it, sorry for the confuzzleness. Italics=Flashback

          "All right" said Dark Jenkins the leader of Manhattan "Da Foist night here is free. What's ya names?"

          "I'm Juliet and dis is my brudda Isaac" said the young girl confidently.

          "Isaac and Juliet?" said Dark "Nah"

          The young leader walked in a circle around the young twins. He noticed how the boy clutched his sister's hand and shook nervously.

          "You are Tremor"

          The young girl stood defiant, chin tilted up. Dark noticed a large silver charm bracelet around her left wrist.

          "You my dear" he said tilting her chin further up "Are Trinket"

          "Dark!" said a little boy with light blond hair "I hoid we had new…"

          "Heya Cowboy" said Dark ruffling his hair "Want ya ta meet Tremor and Trinket."

          Jack looked at the kids who looked to be about his age. He spit into his hand and extended it. The girl looked at Dark, who nodded his head. She did the same and the two shook hands.

          "Hello Cowboy" said Juliet.

          Jack flinched at the utter hatred that shone in her eyes.

          "Hiya Trinket" he whispered.

          "Don't call me dat" she hissed "Dats not mah name."

         

          Jack shook his head sadly.

          "You'll always be Trinket ta me" he whispered.

          "Well, Jack" she said "Ya screwed dat up, didn't ya?"

          Jack looked at Trinket in awe, she had just experienced her first fight and came out of it barely bruised.

          "Ya did good kid" said Dark, patting her head.

          Dark had already become quite fond of the young girl. She was tough, smart and knew when to talk and when to keep her mouth shut.

          "Tanks" said Trinket.

          Martini Oliver and Holiday Collins looked at their friend and shook their heads.

          "Dat aint fair" said Holiday "we have been here longa den Trinks and you neva let us fight wit Brooklyn"

          "Ah Hol, You'll git ya chance" said Dark bending down in front of the nine year old and extending his pinkie "I pinkie swea"

          She knew what he was thinking about. The old times, when they were younger, before Tremor's death and the strike. When she trusted him.

          "You was always his favorite" he whispered.

          "And you always was jealous" she replied smirking.

          It was hard to believe that he was the same boy she used to know. Tall, muscular and thin, he still wore the cowboy hat that Dark had boughten him for his tenth birthday. His hazel eyes no longer shone with happiness but with a sad sort of exhaustion, and his dirty blond hair hung loosely in his eyes.

          "Someday, I'se gonna marry Blink" said Martini as she stared at him as he learned to play poker.

          "As long as ya stay away from Bumlets" laughed Holiday "I know who Trinks is gonna marry"

          "Who?" asked Trinket looking at her suspiscously.

          "Cowboy" said the two girls.

          "Jack? Nah" said Trinket dismissing it "he's mah best friend afta Tremor"

          She loved being a newsy but was forced to work at the factory when she had been injured in a brawl with Queens.

          "Why?" asked Jack.

          Trinket wiped the tears from her injured eyes and sighed.

          "Da docta said dat all da sun isn't good fer her eyes" replied Dark.

          "Where ya gonna go?"asked Mush.

          "Dark found me a job at da factory" replied a shaky Trinket.

          "Hey," said Holday "Dat's where Stress and Rae woik"

          "Dey gotta be gone now" said Juliet.

          She tied her boot and looked out of the alley.

          "Yeah, dere gone" she said.

          Jack watched sadly as she ran out of the alley.

          "I'm sorry Trinks" he whispered.

LATER THAT NIGHT…..

          "Who'd dey git?" asked Juliet.

          "Raider and Epic, Mist, Martini, Bookie, Writer, Crescendo plus Itey, Snoddy, Dutchy, Bella, Spot, Swifty and Specs" said Rae.

          "What are we gonna do?" asked Stress.

          "Git 'em out" said Juliet "We need ta tink of a plan"

Carryin Da  Banner,

Revolution