Out in the rain
1897
"You don't care."
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Silver raced off down the streets, trying desperately to get away from him. This was crazy. Why was she running from him? That answer was easy. There was some strange aura he held in his control over everything that scared her. She ran for her life, and for once, there was nowhere else to go but home, and Brooklyn wasn't home. Queens was home.
"Silvah! Silvah Hawkins you stop right dere, damn it girl!" Spot was once again chasing after her. She seethed at him with unending hatred for no apparent reason. And his constant search to find what lay below that beautiful façade seemed only to anger her more.
Wait a sec.did I just call Silver beautiful.The idea bounced through his
head and he slammed on the breaks, just watching her run.
Naw.I was just searching for a word.that's it.
And so, Spot watched her run. Kicking up dirt and angering the people around her. She ran into, shoved and cursed at anyone who seemed to be in her way. Images of her standing before the fire danced about his brain. The firelight glinted of her face and hair, seeming to make her glow like an angel.
NO! A devil.
"Spot.whatcha doin' pretendin' ta look so thoughtful?" Spot jerked his head up at the sudden sound, recognizing the voice immediately. It was Blink.
"I'se just tryin' ta remembah' somethin'," He defended, looking up at Blink.
"Wheahs Dutch?" The subject was changed and the two swapped selling stories as they made their way back to the lodging house. Spot was glad to get that wretched girl off his mind.
(________________________)
He walked, listening partly to Blink's and Dutch's stories. They'd picked up Dutchy at a diner and continued on, walking and talking all the while.
'That way, she'll suffer more, you see?"
"Who do we got signed as ass-ass-ins?" Phantom questioned his right hand man, a tall burly boy with black hair and eyes to rival the messy mop atop his head. His name was Shadow.
"Well, dere's Moicy.Lynch.Lethal.and Murdah, I tink," he answered, ticking off the names on his four fingers. No one knew where he'd lost the tip of his pointer finger, but he was good with a knife and only the remaining four, so no one really wanted to.
The assassins he had named were all dangerous in their own 'special' ways. Mercy, despite the nature of his name, was a sadist. Nothing made him happier than a good torture session. Lynch was the only female of the four. She killed quickly with neither consequence for conscience. Lethal was exactly that. He carried with him a chain that he had taken special time constructing. Legend was, he'd broken the tips off of nails and melted them into the metal. Murder lived for the hunt. It was his one and only pleasure. He was the only one of the four who chose to hunt his prey alone.
"Well.bring em all heah, I wanna talk to em all. Y'hear?" Phantom commanded, lounging back on his crate throne.
"You shoah you wanna brin' all da best assassins in here? At da same time?" the jackal would request, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his thick muscular neck.
"Shaddah, if I says I wan' assassins, I wan' assassins. If I says I wan' a hunned dollars, that's what I want," the leader replied waving his hand in a careless gesture.
(_______________________)
The gathered mercenaries stood well apart from each other, in opposite corners of the room. They all straightened as Phantom entered the room, Shadow at his back. Phantom had made himself out to be a cruel and dangerous person, he'd told stories of killing leaders.murdering innocent newsies for a penny or two and he was a well known rapist.
"Lynch," he decided it best to address the female first "Murdah, Moicy, Lethal," each of them looked up as their name was called. Phantom looked each one up and down with calculating eyes.
"Now, I called all a ya's heah foah a bet, a challenge per say," he clasped his hands together and smirked at them,
"I gots a goil I need found. You bring 'er heah an' I'll pay ya a healthy sum,"
"Find? I don't find people. I aint yoah delivery boy, Phantom," Lethal was the first to speak up, idly swinging his chain.
"We're assassins," Lynch continued, closing her dark brown eyes and opening them again as if it made her see clearly.
"Yes, yes. Dis is all good and well, but I need someone who'll be ruthless enough ta get ta her," Phantom issued the challenge, swaying the attention of everyone in the room.
"You wanna kidnapping, call a kidnapper. I'm out," Murder murmured, striding towards the door.
"Murdah? You'se chickenin' out on me?" Phantom called. Murder stopped.
"Rude," Shadow said mockingly, looking up and grinning maniacally.
"I'm no ones delivery boy," he repeated Lethal's words. His long black hair fell into his blue-green eyes and he shoved it away.
"Well, dat may b'come a prah'lem," Phantom said standing.
"Yours, not mine," Murder was refusing his every offer and shooting down his back up, so, Phantom resorted to threats.
"Now listen heah' Murdah!" Phantom yelled, getting the attention of the other assassins.
"If you r'fuse to do dis foah me, you'll be the next one I send em aftah! And dere wont be no deliverin'!" Murder brushed his sun-bleached, chin length bangs back in a thoughtful gesture.
It was unheard of for an assassin to murder another. But they did sometimes serve as bounty hunters. And if Murder was going to be the object of the bounty he might rethink his secession.
"It better be a damn big bounty," Murder warned. The others in the room shifted with relief. It was done.
"Ah, good. Shaddah! Release da hounds!" Phantom called smirking that sadistic smile that he was famous for.
This'll be easy.
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1897
"Lonely the World is so Cold."
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".She's weird," Blinks words floated through the lodging house as the newsies gathered for their nightly game of poker. Spot had told Blink and Dutchy the story of the bet and how Silver had run off without a word.
"Yeah, one day Joisey just shows up wid her, didn't say nuttin about why she was heah.hey lissen.whadda ya say we carry a little bet?" an idea floated into Spot's head and he smiled.
"Da foist one who gets her to talk to me gets the pot from dis game," eyebrows were raised and cards were dropped at the suggestion. No one was terribly fond of Silver, save for Books, but they didn't hate her. It was an odd bet at best, but it was appetizing. Some added a few more cents to the pot and they all went to bed plotting Silver's downfall.
(_______________________________________)
" 'Ey! Boy!" seeing a newsie she didn't know, now that was a welcome sight. She walked right up to the boy demanding to know where Jersey was.
" 'E'll be down at da Dinah, missus, if he ain't dere he's at da lodgin' house.and if he aint dere, he's dead..and if he aint dead."
"Okay, I gets it! Tanks!" Silver raced off to the diner, it was a feeling of extreme relief to be somewhere she knew.
(____________________________________)
The small bell on the door of Jack's restaurant rang as Silver rushed inside.
No, I'se Emerald now!
" 'Ey, Joisey, da broad da just rushed in looks kinda familiar," a brown haired boy remarked, shimmying into a both with another boy.
"Shaddap Tremor, I've had jest about enough a' youah' tryin' ta fix me up," Jersey said, jamming a French fry in his mouth, without bothering to turn and look at the girl.
"Suit y'self, She's pretty dough," Tremor teased, giving a low whistle.
Upon hearing the whistle, Silver turned abruptly, hoping to see Jersey, but no. It was another boy who was clearly another newsie. Ignoring her instinct to yell something crude, she waved him over. He whispered something to his companion and stood, walking to her.
"Can I help ya missus?" he questioned smiling.
"Yes, can you tell me where I can find a newsie named Jersey? Is he still in Queens?" had Tremor's eyebrows risen anymore at the irony, they might've flown off his head. He held out a hand.
"Yeah, he's heah.come wit me," he said leading her over to the booth. Jersey completely ignored the both of them.
"Joisey, she's wants to talk to ya," Tremor said, trying not to sound incredulous.
"I'll bet she does, Tremor," Jersey said sarcastically.
"I do," Silver said grinning. Jersey's head snapped up and he looked at her in disbelief.
"What are you doing here?" he whispered fiercely, grabbing her arm.
"Oh, nice ta see you too," Silver spat indignantly.
"No, I jest.I sent y ta Brooklyn ta keep yah safe, and then you come back here." emerald eyes stared down at his plate. This was crazy. She shouldn't have come back. They realized simultaneously that Tremor was still there.
"Oh, Trem..dis is Silvah, she's a pal a' mine," he forced the words out and then grabbed a penny from his pocket.
"Trem.get me a coke," Tremor was obviously oblivious to the rising tension.
"You already gots a coke greedy," he accused, shaking his head.
"Well, get me another one," the forced remark flew from between gritted teeth.
"Aight, fine. Don't get all snippy," the boy trotted off to the bar and Silver slid into the booth.
"I caint stay dere any more, Spot wants answers. You know he thinks I'se linked ta dem fiahs and Tragedy.he had a ting wid fiah." she went quiet and busied her self with running her chapped digits on the rim of her brothers hat, as she often did during nervous spells.
"You caint tell im.?" it was an inquiry meant for him than her. She answered anyway.
"Nah, he'd go super psycho and try to be all protective of me and den Dallas'd definitely figgur it out," she spoke Tragedy's real name and regretted it. A deep pit was forming in her stomach at merely the sound.
"I tink youre kinda right dere.we need ta arrange a meetin' 'tween him an' me," the suggestion was made and both minds went to work brainstorming as Tremor made his way back to the table with a coke. A coke that Silver promptly stole.
After a long swig of coke and a dramatized swallow, her eyes widened and a smirk inched onto her lips.
"Pokah," the one word had tremendous meaning to any newsie in New York.or anywhere else for that matter.
"Pokah." Jersey repeated the words and grinned.
"Tamarrah night at da Queens lodgin' house, yeah," she nodded as the other two agreed with her plans. It was too perfect. Tremor thought she was simply an ambassador from someone working out plans for a meeting with Queens. Silver knocked her fist against the table twice and smiled at the boys.
"Well, I'd best get goin'.and Joisey, don' worry, Brooklyn'll be dere," she stood and walked towards the door, jamming her hat down on her copper-brown locks and walking out the door. She walked down the street, whistling quietly to herself. Completely oblivious to the green eyes watching her from the shadows.
(___________________________________________)
Lethal knelt behind a stack of old crates, watching her as she walked. Phantom had spoken of her beauty, but he didn't say exactly how pretty she was. His chain was wrapped about his gloved hand and ready to lash out. This was the perfect opportunity to get her without anyone seeing! All he had to do was.
"Lethal!" the whisper scared the hell out of him and he jumped, whirling around to glare up at none other than his fellow assassin, Mercy.
"Damn ya.I was dis close!" he whispered back, looking back to Silver, only to find her gone.
"Dat bitch is gonna be harder to catch dan I tought." he murmured.
Alrighty, I've reformatted the whole story and hopefully its less confusing. -distributes fudge covered newsies to all her super, sexy swingin' reviewers- Thanks so much for your input! Keep ready and waiting for the next lil tidbit of madness!
"You don't care." You're gone, Something Corporate. "Lonely the world is so cold." That's Prince, When Doves Cry. -does the high-pitched screech thing-
1897
"You don't care."
_____________________________
Silver raced off down the streets, trying desperately to get away from him. This was crazy. Why was she running from him? That answer was easy. There was some strange aura he held in his control over everything that scared her. She ran for her life, and for once, there was nowhere else to go but home, and Brooklyn wasn't home. Queens was home.
"Silvah! Silvah Hawkins you stop right dere, damn it girl!" Spot was once again chasing after her. She seethed at him with unending hatred for no apparent reason. And his constant search to find what lay below that beautiful façade seemed only to anger her more.
Wait a sec.did I just call Silver beautiful.The idea bounced through his
head and he slammed on the breaks, just watching her run.
Naw.I was just searching for a word.that's it.
And so, Spot watched her run. Kicking up dirt and angering the people around her. She ran into, shoved and cursed at anyone who seemed to be in her way. Images of her standing before the fire danced about his brain. The firelight glinted of her face and hair, seeming to make her glow like an angel.
NO! A devil.
"Spot.whatcha doin' pretendin' ta look so thoughtful?" Spot jerked his head up at the sudden sound, recognizing the voice immediately. It was Blink.
"I'se just tryin' ta remembah' somethin'," He defended, looking up at Blink.
"Wheahs Dutch?" The subject was changed and the two swapped selling stories as they made their way back to the lodging house. Spot was glad to get that wretched girl off his mind.
(________________________)
He walked, listening partly to Blink's and Dutch's stories. They'd picked up Dutchy at a diner and continued on, walking and talking all the while.
'That way, she'll suffer more, you see?"
"Who do we got signed as ass-ass-ins?" Phantom questioned his right hand man, a tall burly boy with black hair and eyes to rival the messy mop atop his head. His name was Shadow.
"Well, dere's Moicy.Lynch.Lethal.and Murdah, I tink," he answered, ticking off the names on his four fingers. No one knew where he'd lost the tip of his pointer finger, but he was good with a knife and only the remaining four, so no one really wanted to.
The assassins he had named were all dangerous in their own 'special' ways. Mercy, despite the nature of his name, was a sadist. Nothing made him happier than a good torture session. Lynch was the only female of the four. She killed quickly with neither consequence for conscience. Lethal was exactly that. He carried with him a chain that he had taken special time constructing. Legend was, he'd broken the tips off of nails and melted them into the metal. Murder lived for the hunt. It was his one and only pleasure. He was the only one of the four who chose to hunt his prey alone.
"Well.bring em all heah, I wanna talk to em all. Y'hear?" Phantom commanded, lounging back on his crate throne.
"You shoah you wanna brin' all da best assassins in here? At da same time?" the jackal would request, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his thick muscular neck.
"Shaddah, if I says I wan' assassins, I wan' assassins. If I says I wan' a hunned dollars, that's what I want," the leader replied waving his hand in a careless gesture.
(_______________________)
The gathered mercenaries stood well apart from each other, in opposite corners of the room. They all straightened as Phantom entered the room, Shadow at his back. Phantom had made himself out to be a cruel and dangerous person, he'd told stories of killing leaders.murdering innocent newsies for a penny or two and he was a well known rapist.
"Lynch," he decided it best to address the female first "Murdah, Moicy, Lethal," each of them looked up as their name was called. Phantom looked each one up and down with calculating eyes.
"Now, I called all a ya's heah foah a bet, a challenge per say," he clasped his hands together and smirked at them,
"I gots a goil I need found. You bring 'er heah an' I'll pay ya a healthy sum,"
"Find? I don't find people. I aint yoah delivery boy, Phantom," Lethal was the first to speak up, idly swinging his chain.
"We're assassins," Lynch continued, closing her dark brown eyes and opening them again as if it made her see clearly.
"Yes, yes. Dis is all good and well, but I need someone who'll be ruthless enough ta get ta her," Phantom issued the challenge, swaying the attention of everyone in the room.
"You wanna kidnapping, call a kidnapper. I'm out," Murder murmured, striding towards the door.
"Murdah? You'se chickenin' out on me?" Phantom called. Murder stopped.
"Rude," Shadow said mockingly, looking up and grinning maniacally.
"I'm no ones delivery boy," he repeated Lethal's words. His long black hair fell into his blue-green eyes and he shoved it away.
"Well, dat may b'come a prah'lem," Phantom said standing.
"Yours, not mine," Murder was refusing his every offer and shooting down his back up, so, Phantom resorted to threats.
"Now listen heah' Murdah!" Phantom yelled, getting the attention of the other assassins.
"If you r'fuse to do dis foah me, you'll be the next one I send em aftah! And dere wont be no deliverin'!" Murder brushed his sun-bleached, chin length bangs back in a thoughtful gesture.
It was unheard of for an assassin to murder another. But they did sometimes serve as bounty hunters. And if Murder was going to be the object of the bounty he might rethink his secession.
"It better be a damn big bounty," Murder warned. The others in the room shifted with relief. It was done.
"Ah, good. Shaddah! Release da hounds!" Phantom called smirking that sadistic smile that he was famous for.
This'll be easy.
________________________________
1897
"Lonely the World is so Cold."
_________________________________
".She's weird," Blinks words floated through the lodging house as the newsies gathered for their nightly game of poker. Spot had told Blink and Dutchy the story of the bet and how Silver had run off without a word.
"Yeah, one day Joisey just shows up wid her, didn't say nuttin about why she was heah.hey lissen.whadda ya say we carry a little bet?" an idea floated into Spot's head and he smiled.
"Da foist one who gets her to talk to me gets the pot from dis game," eyebrows were raised and cards were dropped at the suggestion. No one was terribly fond of Silver, save for Books, but they didn't hate her. It was an odd bet at best, but it was appetizing. Some added a few more cents to the pot and they all went to bed plotting Silver's downfall.
(_______________________________________)
" 'Ey! Boy!" seeing a newsie she didn't know, now that was a welcome sight. She walked right up to the boy demanding to know where Jersey was.
" 'E'll be down at da Dinah, missus, if he ain't dere he's at da lodgin' house.and if he aint dere, he's dead..and if he aint dead."
"Okay, I gets it! Tanks!" Silver raced off to the diner, it was a feeling of extreme relief to be somewhere she knew.
(____________________________________)
The small bell on the door of Jack's restaurant rang as Silver rushed inside.
No, I'se Emerald now!
" 'Ey, Joisey, da broad da just rushed in looks kinda familiar," a brown haired boy remarked, shimmying into a both with another boy.
"Shaddap Tremor, I've had jest about enough a' youah' tryin' ta fix me up," Jersey said, jamming a French fry in his mouth, without bothering to turn and look at the girl.
"Suit y'self, She's pretty dough," Tremor teased, giving a low whistle.
Upon hearing the whistle, Silver turned abruptly, hoping to see Jersey, but no. It was another boy who was clearly another newsie. Ignoring her instinct to yell something crude, she waved him over. He whispered something to his companion and stood, walking to her.
"Can I help ya missus?" he questioned smiling.
"Yes, can you tell me where I can find a newsie named Jersey? Is he still in Queens?" had Tremor's eyebrows risen anymore at the irony, they might've flown off his head. He held out a hand.
"Yeah, he's heah.come wit me," he said leading her over to the booth. Jersey completely ignored the both of them.
"Joisey, she's wants to talk to ya," Tremor said, trying not to sound incredulous.
"I'll bet she does, Tremor," Jersey said sarcastically.
"I do," Silver said grinning. Jersey's head snapped up and he looked at her in disbelief.
"What are you doing here?" he whispered fiercely, grabbing her arm.
"Oh, nice ta see you too," Silver spat indignantly.
"No, I jest.I sent y ta Brooklyn ta keep yah safe, and then you come back here." emerald eyes stared down at his plate. This was crazy. She shouldn't have come back. They realized simultaneously that Tremor was still there.
"Oh, Trem..dis is Silvah, she's a pal a' mine," he forced the words out and then grabbed a penny from his pocket.
"Trem.get me a coke," Tremor was obviously oblivious to the rising tension.
"You already gots a coke greedy," he accused, shaking his head.
"Well, get me another one," the forced remark flew from between gritted teeth.
"Aight, fine. Don't get all snippy," the boy trotted off to the bar and Silver slid into the booth.
"I caint stay dere any more, Spot wants answers. You know he thinks I'se linked ta dem fiahs and Tragedy.he had a ting wid fiah." she went quiet and busied her self with running her chapped digits on the rim of her brothers hat, as she often did during nervous spells.
"You caint tell im.?" it was an inquiry meant for him than her. She answered anyway.
"Nah, he'd go super psycho and try to be all protective of me and den Dallas'd definitely figgur it out," she spoke Tragedy's real name and regretted it. A deep pit was forming in her stomach at merely the sound.
"I tink youre kinda right dere.we need ta arrange a meetin' 'tween him an' me," the suggestion was made and both minds went to work brainstorming as Tremor made his way back to the table with a coke. A coke that Silver promptly stole.
After a long swig of coke and a dramatized swallow, her eyes widened and a smirk inched onto her lips.
"Pokah," the one word had tremendous meaning to any newsie in New York.or anywhere else for that matter.
"Pokah." Jersey repeated the words and grinned.
"Tamarrah night at da Queens lodgin' house, yeah," she nodded as the other two agreed with her plans. It was too perfect. Tremor thought she was simply an ambassador from someone working out plans for a meeting with Queens. Silver knocked her fist against the table twice and smiled at the boys.
"Well, I'd best get goin'.and Joisey, don' worry, Brooklyn'll be dere," she stood and walked towards the door, jamming her hat down on her copper-brown locks and walking out the door. She walked down the street, whistling quietly to herself. Completely oblivious to the green eyes watching her from the shadows.
(___________________________________________)
Lethal knelt behind a stack of old crates, watching her as she walked. Phantom had spoken of her beauty, but he didn't say exactly how pretty she was. His chain was wrapped about his gloved hand and ready to lash out. This was the perfect opportunity to get her without anyone seeing! All he had to do was.
"Lethal!" the whisper scared the hell out of him and he jumped, whirling around to glare up at none other than his fellow assassin, Mercy.
"Damn ya.I was dis close!" he whispered back, looking back to Silver, only to find her gone.
"Dat bitch is gonna be harder to catch dan I tought." he murmured.
Alrighty, I've reformatted the whole story and hopefully its less confusing. -distributes fudge covered newsies to all her super, sexy swingin' reviewers- Thanks so much for your input! Keep ready and waiting for the next lil tidbit of madness!
"You don't care." You're gone, Something Corporate. "Lonely the world is so cold." That's Prince, When Doves Cry. -does the high-pitched screech thing-