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Caught in the rain
1897
"Don't stay up and wait for me"
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"An assassin? Oh, now I c'n relax," she didn't bother struggling anymore. He was obviously much stronger than her.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna kill you," he said sending a glance back at her.
"Well, dat makes it all okay, wanna be friends?" the sarcasm dripped from her every word as she walked along. His eyes narrowed but he tried to remain patient with her. She was being lead to the slaughter and God knows what else, besides, he didn't like the assignment to begin with.
"Dere's a pokah game tonight in Queens," she said as if she was getting at something.
"Well, we should go," now it was his turn to be sarcastic.
"They're expecting me. I'll be missed."
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1897
"Gone"
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"Ah, Spot, nice of you ta show up," Jersey greeted Brooklyn as they filed into the lodging house.
"Aint my fault we're late, blame it on your girl Silver," Spot glared at the mere mention of her name.
"You- you didn't bring her?" Jerseys brow creased and he glanced to the side.
"Well, she wasn't there when we left, and she was the one who told us about it, we just left wid out her," Spot started off only to have Jersey grab his shoulders and yank him back. Spot was a feared fighter because it was said he picked three or four fights before his feet hit the floor in the morning. Jersey could fight, he just.didn't.
"Spot, I tink its time to talk about Silvah's past," Spots eyes widened a bit at the suggestion.
"Books, staht the game," Books trotted off while Spot and Jersey made for the roof.
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1897
"If it makes you happy, it cant be that bad."
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"Lissen, why are you doing this to me? Who sent you?" Silver struck up the conversation again, much to Murder's dismay.
"I'se doin dis because If I don't, I'll be the one they're sending assassins after," Silver dug her feet into the ground.
"Who?" Murder paused and shook his head.
"Phantom," fully ready to head the name Tragedy spill from his lips, she was genuinely disappointed.
"If you have ta live like dat, why doncha leave?" she questioned thinking of her own runaway experiences.
"You caint run forever. Someone always finds you," Murder took this moment to look at her, really look at her. She was apparently scared out of her skin and trying desperately to hide it. He softened his grip on her arm and prayed she didn't notice. She did.
"Moidah!" A yell came from down the alley. Silver turned abruptly towards the sound. She saw a boy running towards them, he had blonde hair and pale green eyes, but the most noticeable thing about him was the chain looped through one of his belt loops. He wore long black slacks and a gray wife beater.
"Lethal? What ah' you doin' here?" Murder questioned calmly, retightening his grip on his bounty.
"By da muddah Mary.is dat her?" Lethal ignored the question striding towards Silver and brushing a hand across her cheek. She let out a cry and jerked forward, biting his arm. "Bitch!" he yelled, bringing back a fist to pummel her. Luckily, Murder pulled her out of his reach.
"She's s'posed to be 'live remember?" Murder gave a small tug on her arm, telling her she'd been lucky.
"Yeah, but not unharmed, he nevah said we couldn't beat her around a bit," He murmured suggestively, taking a step towards the pair.
"Are you suggesting we beat her up?" Murder frowned as more and more fear crept into those Silvery orbs.
"Well, we don't gotta beat her.we could.ya know." Golden brows were raised, and against her will, Silver shrank back against Murder.
"Thanks for reminding me why I'm more the mercenary type," he turned, ready to haul her off.
"Ah Moidah, you know Phantom likes his meat tender," Murder turned back, taking Silver with him.
"Yeah, well, I aint no ones meat," it was a feeble attempt to rid herself from fear, but it made her feel better. Murder pulled her back against him.
"Moidah..don't.don't tell me youah goin soft," Lethal shook his head and laughed bitterly.
"The famous, consciousless Moidah.going soft foah one pathetic pair of doe eyes,"
"Don't move, don't breathe, don't run," Murder whispered to Silver. He then, without warning, punched Lethal square in the jaw. He then knelt down to grab his beloved chain.
"Does this mean you're letting me go?" Silver cocked her head to one side.
"No, this means Lethal wont get there first and get me killed,"
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1897
"I can still feel you here,"
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"Well," Spot questioned impatiently as the two clambered onto the roof. "Dis is da whole story,[1] Silver was born Leah Ryan, sister to Taylor Ryan. Later christened Emerald and Hawkins Logan. Logan was Taylor's middle name, and back then no one gave much information. They lived in the Queens burrow, under Switch.
"Switches brother Tragedy was power hungry.and Leah hungry. So there was a fight between he and Taylor for leadership. Taylor, of course, lost. Tragedy killed him, and that isn't in the rules. So they ran him out of the city. But he's come back to power, The Bronx, we think. We also think he's behind all these fires. He was looking for her, we figured. So, he sent out assassins, you heard about them.didn't you?" Jersey paused to breathe.
"Yeah, I hoid," Spot had been right.sort of.
"Well, we think that's where she is,"
"We gotta go find her.we cant leave her out there.she'll get hurt!" Spot paused,
"Jesus H. What am I sayin' dis is all her fault!" Jersey smiled.
"What, the all powerful Spot cant affort a soft spot!" Jersey chided, standing.
"I c'n have a spot.just not for her," Spot also stood.
"Admit it! You care for her!" Jersey had struck a nerve and he knew it. Spot had always had strong, passionate feelings for Silver. Everyone, including Spot and Silver, had accepted the feelings for hatred. Jersey knew better.
"You don't just tolerate her for that long! You care Spot, just say it!" the yes or no question ran through Spots brain, accompanied by flashbacks. His birthday.the fire.the first he'd seen her.even their fight on the roof.
"I do care," he involuntarily voiced his opinion, and said it more to himself.
"You do realize you said that out loud.right?" Spot clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Shit." he murmured through his fingers.
"You can stand against pretty much anything, but you aint the sharpest knife in the box, you've liked her for a while now, being nicer to her, letting her off easy." Jersey listed things on his fingers.
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1897
"She grabs the gun"
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"Moicy, I'se really sorry," the breathless whisper drifted through the silent streets of Brooklyn as two black clad figures exited the lodging house. Lynch and Mercy had come to the house expecting to find Silver sleeping, but alas, it was not the case. So they walked along silently, save for that quiet murmur. Lynch's hand slid slowly into her pocket and those slender digits caressed the metal of the pistol she carried. The sun had only just set and it was an almost eerie picture the two presented. Walking alone, both with one hand in their pocket.
"I really am sorry," she said again, quietly.
"I know, it's alright," Mercy shook off the apology.
"Is it?" she slowly began to draw the pistol from her pocket. Lynch paused and pointed the gun.
"Yeah, hey Lynch?" he slowly began to turn, it was too perfect.
"Yeah?" Without warning, a knife flew from between his finger tips.
The scene greeting newsies the next morning would be a gruesome one. A small Asian girl, sprawled out in front of the lodging house, a knife embedded in her chest. Her wide slanted eyes were like empty pools, opened their widest. And as Mercy walked off into the dark.
It began to rain.
Well? Spot finally came to his senses, didn't he? * giddy * I know this chappy was kinda short.but, quality over quantity and you KNOW you all wanted him to like her! I'm not kidding, keep looking for that other story.
[1] I'll be putting a prologue out soon!
"Don't stay up and wait for me" The call- BSB
"Gone" Gone- Nsync
"If it makes you happy, it cant be that bad" If it makes you happy- Sheryl Crow
"I can sill feel you here" Goodbye- Spice Girls * giggles at the cornyness*
" She grabs the gun" Never again- Nickelback
Caught in the rain
1897
"Don't stay up and wait for me"
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"An assassin? Oh, now I c'n relax," she didn't bother struggling anymore. He was obviously much stronger than her.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna kill you," he said sending a glance back at her.
"Well, dat makes it all okay, wanna be friends?" the sarcasm dripped from her every word as she walked along. His eyes narrowed but he tried to remain patient with her. She was being lead to the slaughter and God knows what else, besides, he didn't like the assignment to begin with.
"Dere's a pokah game tonight in Queens," she said as if she was getting at something.
"Well, we should go," now it was his turn to be sarcastic.
"They're expecting me. I'll be missed."
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1897
"Gone"
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"Ah, Spot, nice of you ta show up," Jersey greeted Brooklyn as they filed into the lodging house.
"Aint my fault we're late, blame it on your girl Silver," Spot glared at the mere mention of her name.
"You- you didn't bring her?" Jerseys brow creased and he glanced to the side.
"Well, she wasn't there when we left, and she was the one who told us about it, we just left wid out her," Spot started off only to have Jersey grab his shoulders and yank him back. Spot was a feared fighter because it was said he picked three or four fights before his feet hit the floor in the morning. Jersey could fight, he just.didn't.
"Spot, I tink its time to talk about Silvah's past," Spots eyes widened a bit at the suggestion.
"Books, staht the game," Books trotted off while Spot and Jersey made for the roof.
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1897
"If it makes you happy, it cant be that bad."
___________________________
"Lissen, why are you doing this to me? Who sent you?" Silver struck up the conversation again, much to Murder's dismay.
"I'se doin dis because If I don't, I'll be the one they're sending assassins after," Silver dug her feet into the ground.
"Who?" Murder paused and shook his head.
"Phantom," fully ready to head the name Tragedy spill from his lips, she was genuinely disappointed.
"If you have ta live like dat, why doncha leave?" she questioned thinking of her own runaway experiences.
"You caint run forever. Someone always finds you," Murder took this moment to look at her, really look at her. She was apparently scared out of her skin and trying desperately to hide it. He softened his grip on her arm and prayed she didn't notice. She did.
"Moidah!" A yell came from down the alley. Silver turned abruptly towards the sound. She saw a boy running towards them, he had blonde hair and pale green eyes, but the most noticeable thing about him was the chain looped through one of his belt loops. He wore long black slacks and a gray wife beater.
"Lethal? What ah' you doin' here?" Murder questioned calmly, retightening his grip on his bounty.
"By da muddah Mary.is dat her?" Lethal ignored the question striding towards Silver and brushing a hand across her cheek. She let out a cry and jerked forward, biting his arm. "Bitch!" he yelled, bringing back a fist to pummel her. Luckily, Murder pulled her out of his reach.
"She's s'posed to be 'live remember?" Murder gave a small tug on her arm, telling her she'd been lucky.
"Yeah, but not unharmed, he nevah said we couldn't beat her around a bit," He murmured suggestively, taking a step towards the pair.
"Are you suggesting we beat her up?" Murder frowned as more and more fear crept into those Silvery orbs.
"Well, we don't gotta beat her.we could.ya know." Golden brows were raised, and against her will, Silver shrank back against Murder.
"Thanks for reminding me why I'm more the mercenary type," he turned, ready to haul her off.
"Ah Moidah, you know Phantom likes his meat tender," Murder turned back, taking Silver with him.
"Yeah, well, I aint no ones meat," it was a feeble attempt to rid herself from fear, but it made her feel better. Murder pulled her back against him.
"Moidah..don't.don't tell me youah goin soft," Lethal shook his head and laughed bitterly.
"The famous, consciousless Moidah.going soft foah one pathetic pair of doe eyes,"
"Don't move, don't breathe, don't run," Murder whispered to Silver. He then, without warning, punched Lethal square in the jaw. He then knelt down to grab his beloved chain.
"Does this mean you're letting me go?" Silver cocked her head to one side.
"No, this means Lethal wont get there first and get me killed,"
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1897
"I can still feel you here,"
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"Well," Spot questioned impatiently as the two clambered onto the roof. "Dis is da whole story,[1] Silver was born Leah Ryan, sister to Taylor Ryan. Later christened Emerald and Hawkins Logan. Logan was Taylor's middle name, and back then no one gave much information. They lived in the Queens burrow, under Switch.
"Switches brother Tragedy was power hungry.and Leah hungry. So there was a fight between he and Taylor for leadership. Taylor, of course, lost. Tragedy killed him, and that isn't in the rules. So they ran him out of the city. But he's come back to power, The Bronx, we think. We also think he's behind all these fires. He was looking for her, we figured. So, he sent out assassins, you heard about them.didn't you?" Jersey paused to breathe.
"Yeah, I hoid," Spot had been right.sort of.
"Well, we think that's where she is,"
"We gotta go find her.we cant leave her out there.she'll get hurt!" Spot paused,
"Jesus H. What am I sayin' dis is all her fault!" Jersey smiled.
"What, the all powerful Spot cant affort a soft spot!" Jersey chided, standing.
"I c'n have a spot.just not for her," Spot also stood.
"Admit it! You care for her!" Jersey had struck a nerve and he knew it. Spot had always had strong, passionate feelings for Silver. Everyone, including Spot and Silver, had accepted the feelings for hatred. Jersey knew better.
"You don't just tolerate her for that long! You care Spot, just say it!" the yes or no question ran through Spots brain, accompanied by flashbacks. His birthday.the fire.the first he'd seen her.even their fight on the roof.
"I do care," he involuntarily voiced his opinion, and said it more to himself.
"You do realize you said that out loud.right?" Spot clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Shit." he murmured through his fingers.
"You can stand against pretty much anything, but you aint the sharpest knife in the box, you've liked her for a while now, being nicer to her, letting her off easy." Jersey listed things on his fingers.
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1897
"She grabs the gun"
___________________________
"Moicy, I'se really sorry," the breathless whisper drifted through the silent streets of Brooklyn as two black clad figures exited the lodging house. Lynch and Mercy had come to the house expecting to find Silver sleeping, but alas, it was not the case. So they walked along silently, save for that quiet murmur. Lynch's hand slid slowly into her pocket and those slender digits caressed the metal of the pistol she carried. The sun had only just set and it was an almost eerie picture the two presented. Walking alone, both with one hand in their pocket.
"I really am sorry," she said again, quietly.
"I know, it's alright," Mercy shook off the apology.
"Is it?" she slowly began to draw the pistol from her pocket. Lynch paused and pointed the gun.
"Yeah, hey Lynch?" he slowly began to turn, it was too perfect.
"Yeah?" Without warning, a knife flew from between his finger tips.
The scene greeting newsies the next morning would be a gruesome one. A small Asian girl, sprawled out in front of the lodging house, a knife embedded in her chest. Her wide slanted eyes were like empty pools, opened their widest. And as Mercy walked off into the dark.
It began to rain.
Well? Spot finally came to his senses, didn't he? * giddy * I know this chappy was kinda short.but, quality over quantity and you KNOW you all wanted him to like her! I'm not kidding, keep looking for that other story.
[1] I'll be putting a prologue out soon!
"Don't stay up and wait for me" The call- BSB
"Gone" Gone- Nsync
"If it makes you happy, it cant be that bad" If it makes you happy- Sheryl Crow
"I can sill feel you here" Goodbye- Spice Girls * giggles at the cornyness*
" She grabs the gun" Never again- Nickelback