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Willow ran and ran, she didn't even look where she was going. She finally couldn't go any further and collapsed. She looked around her and noticed something oddly familiar. A building, she had run right back to Snitch's apartment building.
"I don't want to go back there" she whispered to herself as she slowly walked toward the fir escape. She reached the door. The blood had been cleaned up and Angel had been laid across the man's chest. Tears streamed down he face as she went back down the fire escape, she returned a little later with a small box. She found one of Snitch's mother's petticoats and arranged it nicely in the box and then placed the baby in it. You can't be buried with that man" she whispered to angel. She held the babies curled fist the way she had only hours earlier, it was cold now, and it wasn't shaking at her threateningly, she wasn't smiling at Willow, she wasn't gurgling, her life had simply been taken away. Stolen. Robbed. Willow blew the baby a kiss and put the lid on the wooden box. She turned and looked at the man. She saw the gun standing next to him, she remember how Bumlets had fought the man.
"It's time" she thought, "It's time for me to learn to fight." *** Spot sat staring at the water.
"Spot?" Spot turned qickly, tensing his muscles for any unexpected attack.
"It's just me" said Willow.
"Well, the sassy mouth is back" snickered Spot.
"What are you doing?" asked Willow. "I like to watch the sun set behind da wata'"
"You're going soft Spot" Willow smirked.
"The fiery red colors remind me of me mudda'" Spot said coldly, turning his back to her and facing the water again.
"oh" said willow, slightly emberrased. The fiery ball of sun was almost gone now, leaving a haze over the peir, and giving the water an orange haze.
"I'm sorry" said Willow, "I didn't mean."
Spot turned towards her again, "what do ya want?" he asked.
"I, uh" stuttered Willow, "I want to learn to fight."
Spot stared at her for a moment, "We'll start tomorrow" he said, slowly starting to grin, "and don't tink dat I'se is gonna make it easy!"
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"Uh! Arg! Uh!" grunted Willow, striking as fast as she could, flinging out with her feet and arms. Spot easily eluded every move she made and finally grabbed her two arms and pinned them at her side.
"You aren't controlling your arms and legs!" he yelled at her, "You fling them out and they wobble, they aren't staying stiff! They'll never hit their target!" Willow jerked away and ran towards the dock, flinging herself into the water.
"Go ahead, cool down" said Spot, "But it's back to work in five minutes." Willow tossed her wet hair and dove underwater. Spot stared at the cool water, he wanted to get in but the water would slow him down, Willow would have to learn this by herself. In a few minutes, Willow climbed onto the dock and started to squeeze her clothes to get the water out.
"Let's do this" Yelled Spot, running towards her, he dashed towards Willow. Willow quickly stepped aside and put out her leg, Spot jumped it to avoid tripping and turned around in mid-air, landing directly in front of her. Willow stared at him and pulled back her hand as if to punch him, then slowly put it back down.
"I wasn't covered" said Spot, "You should always take advantage of an open shot."
"The water in my clothes slowed me down" she sighed, "Why didn't you tell me instead of making me learn?"
"It's better dat way" he smirked, "dat way you'se won't foiget it too fast."
Willow slouched and sighed again, "I'm tired" she grumbled, "We can work more tomorrow."
"So if a drunk guy kills an innocent baby you'se is jist gonna give up 'cause yer too tired?!" Asked Spot, criticizing her weakness.
"How dou did you know about that?!" gasped Willow.
"little boids." smirked Spot, "dey tell me things." Willow rolled her eyes, he always talked about some dumb birds, birds were everywhere and they never told her things! It was probably a far fetched story. "So" said Spot, "you'se gonna let anudder baby git killer, or what?"
Willow's anger flared, "This is for you, Angel" she whispered and swung at Spot as fast as she could.
"You got me!" gasped Spot.
Willow stared with her mouth open, "I got you!" she gasped.
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Willow ran and ran, she didn't even look where she was going. She finally couldn't go any further and collapsed. She looked around her and noticed something oddly familiar. A building, she had run right back to Snitch's apartment building.
"I don't want to go back there" she whispered to herself as she slowly walked toward the fir escape. She reached the door. The blood had been cleaned up and Angel had been laid across the man's chest. Tears streamed down he face as she went back down the fire escape, she returned a little later with a small box. She found one of Snitch's mother's petticoats and arranged it nicely in the box and then placed the baby in it. You can't be buried with that man" she whispered to angel. She held the babies curled fist the way she had only hours earlier, it was cold now, and it wasn't shaking at her threateningly, she wasn't smiling at Willow, she wasn't gurgling, her life had simply been taken away. Stolen. Robbed. Willow blew the baby a kiss and put the lid on the wooden box. She turned and looked at the man. She saw the gun standing next to him, she remember how Bumlets had fought the man.
"It's time" she thought, "It's time for me to learn to fight." *** Spot sat staring at the water.
"Spot?" Spot turned qickly, tensing his muscles for any unexpected attack.
"It's just me" said Willow.
"Well, the sassy mouth is back" snickered Spot.
"What are you doing?" asked Willow. "I like to watch the sun set behind da wata'"
"You're going soft Spot" Willow smirked.
"The fiery red colors remind me of me mudda'" Spot said coldly, turning his back to her and facing the water again.
"oh" said willow, slightly emberrased. The fiery ball of sun was almost gone now, leaving a haze over the peir, and giving the water an orange haze.
"I'm sorry" said Willow, "I didn't mean."
Spot turned towards her again, "what do ya want?" he asked.
"I, uh" stuttered Willow, "I want to learn to fight."
Spot stared at her for a moment, "We'll start tomorrow" he said, slowly starting to grin, "and don't tink dat I'se is gonna make it easy!"
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"Uh! Arg! Uh!" grunted Willow, striking as fast as she could, flinging out with her feet and arms. Spot easily eluded every move she made and finally grabbed her two arms and pinned them at her side.
"You aren't controlling your arms and legs!" he yelled at her, "You fling them out and they wobble, they aren't staying stiff! They'll never hit their target!" Willow jerked away and ran towards the dock, flinging herself into the water.
"Go ahead, cool down" said Spot, "But it's back to work in five minutes." Willow tossed her wet hair and dove underwater. Spot stared at the cool water, he wanted to get in but the water would slow him down, Willow would have to learn this by herself. In a few minutes, Willow climbed onto the dock and started to squeeze her clothes to get the water out.
"Let's do this" Yelled Spot, running towards her, he dashed towards Willow. Willow quickly stepped aside and put out her leg, Spot jumped it to avoid tripping and turned around in mid-air, landing directly in front of her. Willow stared at him and pulled back her hand as if to punch him, then slowly put it back down.
"I wasn't covered" said Spot, "You should always take advantage of an open shot."
"The water in my clothes slowed me down" she sighed, "Why didn't you tell me instead of making me learn?"
"It's better dat way" he smirked, "dat way you'se won't foiget it too fast."
Willow slouched and sighed again, "I'm tired" she grumbled, "We can work more tomorrow."
"So if a drunk guy kills an innocent baby you'se is jist gonna give up 'cause yer too tired?!" Asked Spot, criticizing her weakness.
"How dou did you know about that?!" gasped Willow.
"little boids." smirked Spot, "dey tell me things." Willow rolled her eyes, he always talked about some dumb birds, birds were everywhere and they never told her things! It was probably a far fetched story. "So" said Spot, "you'se gonna let anudder baby git killer, or what?"
Willow's anger flared, "This is for you, Angel" she whispered and swung at Spot as fast as she could.
"You got me!" gasped Spot.
Willow stared with her mouth open, "I got you!" she gasped.
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