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Nightshade tossed around in her bed shaken by nightmares that she had thought she had banned from her memories so long ago.
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Nightshade and her girls were staying in Cleveland for three weeks now. And she knew that it was time to leave. Maniac was more than his name said. And it scared her. She hadn't control over her situation like she had before. She should leave this city. But the problem was, that Maniac wasn't stupid. He had his spies on her and the girls and would have gotten them back before they would reach the train station. She sighed heavily. By now, she was on her way to meet him in his 'lodging house' like he called the old building he and his gang stayed in. She came to the front door and when she was about to open it the door swung open and she was met with the only guy that scared her probably more than Maniac himself: Dynamite. His Ice-gray eyes scared her almost to death everytime she had to face him. Just like now. When his glare met her she swallowed slightly and looked away from him while she walked inside hearing him storming out behind her back. When she looked up again, she was met with Maniac who was already waiting for her. He grinned a devilish grin and leaded her to his room.
"Maniac, my girls and me want to leave. We have to move on." Maniac's smile faded. " I thought we talked about this before! You're staying as long as I want you to."
"But." Before she could go on, she felt a sharp pain in her head when Maniac had grabbed her hair and pulled her up to stand. Since he was about a head taller than her it didn't bring much. She still felt the sharp pain.
"Shut up you bitch!" With that he slapped her hard in her face letting her hair free, so that she fell on the floor.
"You'll never even think about doing anything without me ordering you to do it! You got it?!" He pulled her up by her collar and throw her on the bed.
"You'll be a nice girl and we won't have any problems!" In less than a minute he had gotten rid of her shirt and brought his hands brutally on her body. He smirked whenever he came to scratch the wound on her shoulder. The 'sign' that he let Dynamite cut into her shoulder blade, to show that she was his 'property'. She tried to fight him from her but he just hit her harder every time. When he was about to open her pants she tried a last time to get away from him but this time he hit her so hard that she became unconscious..
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Spot sat on the roof of his lodging house smoking a cigarette. Why of all people had she to come here?! Couldn't she stay out of his live?
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Dynamite (or Spot if you didn't get it by now) stormed out of the building after another fight with Maniac. He wasn't the child anymore that let himself being ordered around by Maniac. He had some problems with his leading style. And hurting girls physically was one of it. It was about one and a half week ago that he had to cut the girl and he had hated it! He hated Maniac! He would leave this moment if he could. But there were still too much of the other guys on Maniacs side. And Maniac didn't let anyone out, he just threw people out!
But there was another reason why he couldn't leave now. This girl that had come here with her friends didn't know just how insane Maniac was. And paired with some kind of brain it was even more dangerous. This girl would learn the hard way that there were guys out in the world which didn't play girly-games like she was used to.
For some odd reason, he just couldn't leave her to get killed by Maniac. Or maybe, the reason wasn't so odd like he wanted to make himself believe. His hate for Maniac had grown since she had come to Cleveland. And he had become more moody then he had been before. He had almost started ten fights in the past weeks with Maniac. Not a good sign.
He let out a scream of frustration. Maniac was alone with her in the building right now. He couldn't do anything but walk back. He hadn't even notice were he was heading to, before he was standing in the house. It was quiet. Too quiet. He went upstairs slowly. The smell of cheap alcohol was filling the air. Dynamite opened the door to Maniac's room slowly. Maniac was lying on the floor the bottle of rum next to him.
Dynamite looked around and saw a dark shirt lying next to some dirty pair of pants. His heartbeat began to rise and he had to stop himself from yelling at Maniac to wake up and beat the shit out of him when his gaze fell on the bed. She lay there like she was dead. He picked up her clothes just to see that they were ripped and in no use anymore. Letting them fall again he went over to the bed and picked her carefully up into his arms. Her whole body looked like a mess. She was beaten up real bad by him. Dynamite carried her over into the room where all of the other guys were sleeping and searched for something for her to wear. When he laid her down on hi bed and brought his hands out from under her body he saw that his hand was bleeding. Maniac had reopened the cut which he had to do on her. Dynamite bite his lip and took a shirt and pants out from under his bed. He pulled them carefully onto her. When he was done he took a blanket and wrapped it around her before he picked her up again. He carried her downstairs and out of the building. He knew where her girls were staying and so he went there hoping that Maniac hadn't killed her.
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Hazard lay fully awake in her 'bed'. She couldn't sleep. Every time, she tried to close her eyes she saw the pictures of a night some years ago crossing her mind. It was the first time when their live had become really dangerous. And the first time that she began to understand what Nightshade risked for them in every new town they stayed in.
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Hazard walked around impatiently. She had a very bad feeling tonight. Something was terribly wrong. And the worried look on Witch's face when Nightshade had left hadn't helped to stop that feeling.
"Hey Haz, what are you doing here at this time? It's past one in the morning." Hazard looked up at the red haired girl that stood on top of the stairs rubbing her blue eyes.
I just couldn't sleep, Celtic, that's all." Celtic nodded and looked up at the ceiling narrowing her eyes to some invisible point.
"It's something in the air tonight. Something'll happen." So Hazard wasn't the only one who had felt it.
"Well, I'm trying to go back to sleep. Night." With this and a yawn Celtic stepped back into the bedroom of the old lodging house they stayed in. After another hour of walking around, Hazard heard something on the front door. She opened it a bit and narrowed her eyes at Maniac's second in common.
"What'd you want here?!?" Dynamite turned around a bit so Hazard could see who he was carrying in his arms.
"Oh my.! What happened?" She stepped aside to let him in.
"Maniac happened." Hazard leaded him to a small bunk that stood in the corner of the room. Dynamite followed her and placed Nightshade carefully on it. When he arose, Hazard had gotten some water and a cloth to clean Nightshade's wounds. She washed over Nightshade's face gently, carefully to cause her no more pain. She hadn't even noticed Dynamite standing a few steps away, his eyes never leaving Nightshade. Hazard opened the shirt Nightshade was wearing and gasped when she saw the blood on her shoulder and the bruises on her chest.
"This bastard! This rotten son of a ."
"This ain't the worst part." Hazard looked up shocked, when she noticed Dynamite still standing there.
"He didn't just beat her up. He raped her." Hazard looked down at her unconscious friend and back at Dynamite.
"Why'd you bring her back? Won't Maniac get mad at you?" Dynamite didn't answer her and just shrugged. So Hazard continued with cleaning the wounds.
"Should I let him kill her?" He finally asked when Hazard arose to bring the water and the cloth back on their place. When she came back, she saw him kneeing next to the bunk, while he gently stroke a strand of her hair out of Nightshade's face.
"You have fallen for her, hu?" Dynamite didn't look up. He closed his eyes for some moments before he arose and turned towards her.
"I DON'T FALL FOR ANY GIRL. You got that?" He hissed glaring at her with his gray eyes. Hazard couldn't but grin at this remark.
"Sure. If you say so. I guess you better head back now before you get yourself into more trouble, then you're already in."
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Slowly, Hazard's eyes became heavier every minute. And before she could think about it, she was asleep.
The luck of a peaceful sleep was something that Flame didn't get this night. She lay still awake, the wooden cross, that dangled on a leather band around her neck, was hold tightly in her hand. "Celtic" She whispered in the night. It was some years ago, back in Cleveland, when her twin-sister had died. Killed by Maniac. Just like Spider and Monday. Hazard had been right, Dynamite had been in trouble for bringing Nightshade to the girls. But not only him. Also the girls had to be scared about their lives. And then, one day, they had decided to leave. Either they would made it out of the city, or they would die here for sure! But on their way to the train, Maniac's guys had stopped them and a the fight had caused a lot of wounds. But the moment that she couldn't forget was the one when dynamite was told to kill Nightshade..
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Flame was sitting on the ground, The dying Celtic in her arms. Suddenly she heard Maniac's voice, since the most of the others had stopped fighting. Now, Maniac was laying on the ground and the only ones to stand where Nightshade and Dynamite.
"Kill that bitch!" She saw that Nightshade was leaning with her back against a wall. No way to escape. And then she saw Dynamite, a knife in his hand. He took some steps towards Nightshade and then like time was standing still, everything seemed to happen in slow motion to her. When Dynamite stumbled, or at least let it look like he had stumbled and the knife hit into the wall just inches from Nightshade's face. Then time seemed to hurry up. The girls ran to the station and took the next train out of the city.
Okay, that was a lot, well at least for me. ;p Hope it didn't confuse you.
***~~~***~~~*** means Flashback
Nightshade tossed around in her bed shaken by nightmares that she had thought she had banned from her memories so long ago.
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Nightshade and her girls were staying in Cleveland for three weeks now. And she knew that it was time to leave. Maniac was more than his name said. And it scared her. She hadn't control over her situation like she had before. She should leave this city. But the problem was, that Maniac wasn't stupid. He had his spies on her and the girls and would have gotten them back before they would reach the train station. She sighed heavily. By now, she was on her way to meet him in his 'lodging house' like he called the old building he and his gang stayed in. She came to the front door and when she was about to open it the door swung open and she was met with the only guy that scared her probably more than Maniac himself: Dynamite. His Ice-gray eyes scared her almost to death everytime she had to face him. Just like now. When his glare met her she swallowed slightly and looked away from him while she walked inside hearing him storming out behind her back. When she looked up again, she was met with Maniac who was already waiting for her. He grinned a devilish grin and leaded her to his room.
"Maniac, my girls and me want to leave. We have to move on." Maniac's smile faded. " I thought we talked about this before! You're staying as long as I want you to."
"But." Before she could go on, she felt a sharp pain in her head when Maniac had grabbed her hair and pulled her up to stand. Since he was about a head taller than her it didn't bring much. She still felt the sharp pain.
"Shut up you bitch!" With that he slapped her hard in her face letting her hair free, so that she fell on the floor.
"You'll never even think about doing anything without me ordering you to do it! You got it?!" He pulled her up by her collar and throw her on the bed.
"You'll be a nice girl and we won't have any problems!" In less than a minute he had gotten rid of her shirt and brought his hands brutally on her body. He smirked whenever he came to scratch the wound on her shoulder. The 'sign' that he let Dynamite cut into her shoulder blade, to show that she was his 'property'. She tried to fight him from her but he just hit her harder every time. When he was about to open her pants she tried a last time to get away from him but this time he hit her so hard that she became unconscious..
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Spot sat on the roof of his lodging house smoking a cigarette. Why of all people had she to come here?! Couldn't she stay out of his live?
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Dynamite (or Spot if you didn't get it by now) stormed out of the building after another fight with Maniac. He wasn't the child anymore that let himself being ordered around by Maniac. He had some problems with his leading style. And hurting girls physically was one of it. It was about one and a half week ago that he had to cut the girl and he had hated it! He hated Maniac! He would leave this moment if he could. But there were still too much of the other guys on Maniacs side. And Maniac didn't let anyone out, he just threw people out!
But there was another reason why he couldn't leave now. This girl that had come here with her friends didn't know just how insane Maniac was. And paired with some kind of brain it was even more dangerous. This girl would learn the hard way that there were guys out in the world which didn't play girly-games like she was used to.
For some odd reason, he just couldn't leave her to get killed by Maniac. Or maybe, the reason wasn't so odd like he wanted to make himself believe. His hate for Maniac had grown since she had come to Cleveland. And he had become more moody then he had been before. He had almost started ten fights in the past weeks with Maniac. Not a good sign.
He let out a scream of frustration. Maniac was alone with her in the building right now. He couldn't do anything but walk back. He hadn't even notice were he was heading to, before he was standing in the house. It was quiet. Too quiet. He went upstairs slowly. The smell of cheap alcohol was filling the air. Dynamite opened the door to Maniac's room slowly. Maniac was lying on the floor the bottle of rum next to him.
Dynamite looked around and saw a dark shirt lying next to some dirty pair of pants. His heartbeat began to rise and he had to stop himself from yelling at Maniac to wake up and beat the shit out of him when his gaze fell on the bed. She lay there like she was dead. He picked up her clothes just to see that they were ripped and in no use anymore. Letting them fall again he went over to the bed and picked her carefully up into his arms. Her whole body looked like a mess. She was beaten up real bad by him. Dynamite carried her over into the room where all of the other guys were sleeping and searched for something for her to wear. When he laid her down on hi bed and brought his hands out from under her body he saw that his hand was bleeding. Maniac had reopened the cut which he had to do on her. Dynamite bite his lip and took a shirt and pants out from under his bed. He pulled them carefully onto her. When he was done he took a blanket and wrapped it around her before he picked her up again. He carried her downstairs and out of the building. He knew where her girls were staying and so he went there hoping that Maniac hadn't killed her.
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Hazard lay fully awake in her 'bed'. She couldn't sleep. Every time, she tried to close her eyes she saw the pictures of a night some years ago crossing her mind. It was the first time when their live had become really dangerous. And the first time that she began to understand what Nightshade risked for them in every new town they stayed in.
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Hazard walked around impatiently. She had a very bad feeling tonight. Something was terribly wrong. And the worried look on Witch's face when Nightshade had left hadn't helped to stop that feeling.
"Hey Haz, what are you doing here at this time? It's past one in the morning." Hazard looked up at the red haired girl that stood on top of the stairs rubbing her blue eyes.
I just couldn't sleep, Celtic, that's all." Celtic nodded and looked up at the ceiling narrowing her eyes to some invisible point.
"It's something in the air tonight. Something'll happen." So Hazard wasn't the only one who had felt it.
"Well, I'm trying to go back to sleep. Night." With this and a yawn Celtic stepped back into the bedroom of the old lodging house they stayed in. After another hour of walking around, Hazard heard something on the front door. She opened it a bit and narrowed her eyes at Maniac's second in common.
"What'd you want here?!?" Dynamite turned around a bit so Hazard could see who he was carrying in his arms.
"Oh my.! What happened?" She stepped aside to let him in.
"Maniac happened." Hazard leaded him to a small bunk that stood in the corner of the room. Dynamite followed her and placed Nightshade carefully on it. When he arose, Hazard had gotten some water and a cloth to clean Nightshade's wounds. She washed over Nightshade's face gently, carefully to cause her no more pain. She hadn't even noticed Dynamite standing a few steps away, his eyes never leaving Nightshade. Hazard opened the shirt Nightshade was wearing and gasped when she saw the blood on her shoulder and the bruises on her chest.
"This bastard! This rotten son of a ."
"This ain't the worst part." Hazard looked up shocked, when she noticed Dynamite still standing there.
"He didn't just beat her up. He raped her." Hazard looked down at her unconscious friend and back at Dynamite.
"Why'd you bring her back? Won't Maniac get mad at you?" Dynamite didn't answer her and just shrugged. So Hazard continued with cleaning the wounds.
"Should I let him kill her?" He finally asked when Hazard arose to bring the water and the cloth back on their place. When she came back, she saw him kneeing next to the bunk, while he gently stroke a strand of her hair out of Nightshade's face.
"You have fallen for her, hu?" Dynamite didn't look up. He closed his eyes for some moments before he arose and turned towards her.
"I DON'T FALL FOR ANY GIRL. You got that?" He hissed glaring at her with his gray eyes. Hazard couldn't but grin at this remark.
"Sure. If you say so. I guess you better head back now before you get yourself into more trouble, then you're already in."
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Slowly, Hazard's eyes became heavier every minute. And before she could think about it, she was asleep.
The luck of a peaceful sleep was something that Flame didn't get this night. She lay still awake, the wooden cross, that dangled on a leather band around her neck, was hold tightly in her hand. "Celtic" She whispered in the night. It was some years ago, back in Cleveland, when her twin-sister had died. Killed by Maniac. Just like Spider and Monday. Hazard had been right, Dynamite had been in trouble for bringing Nightshade to the girls. But not only him. Also the girls had to be scared about their lives. And then, one day, they had decided to leave. Either they would made it out of the city, or they would die here for sure! But on their way to the train, Maniac's guys had stopped them and a the fight had caused a lot of wounds. But the moment that she couldn't forget was the one when dynamite was told to kill Nightshade..
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Flame was sitting on the ground, The dying Celtic in her arms. Suddenly she heard Maniac's voice, since the most of the others had stopped fighting. Now, Maniac was laying on the ground and the only ones to stand where Nightshade and Dynamite.
"Kill that bitch!" She saw that Nightshade was leaning with her back against a wall. No way to escape. And then she saw Dynamite, a knife in his hand. He took some steps towards Nightshade and then like time was standing still, everything seemed to happen in slow motion to her. When Dynamite stumbled, or at least let it look like he had stumbled and the knife hit into the wall just inches from Nightshade's face. Then time seemed to hurry up. The girls ran to the station and took the next train out of the city.
Okay, that was a lot, well at least for me. ;p Hope it didn't confuse you.