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Caught in the rain
1897
"You make me sick"
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The rain came harder and harder. It was like thousands and thousands of small crystal bullets flying out of the metal blue gun that was the sky. The streets were empty. Anyone would have to be crazy to venture out in such a torrent. The wind had come up too, it could be described as a gale as it howled and whistled into the cracked and shattered windows of the Bronx Base.
Down in the basement, however, it might as well have been a sunny summer dawn. Spot, Jersey, and Books sat handcuffed to a pipe going along the wall. A short but brawny guy sat in a chair by the door holding a large sledgehammer, imbedded in the handle of which, were three railroad stakes that showed one where to place his hands. Around his waist was a chain, though not used as a weapon it was rather intimidating; even as a belt. The boy had tan hair that always seemed to be falling into his eyes, but unfortunately, those eyes never seemed to want to close.
"What's yogh name?" Books began, shoving his glasses up on the bridge of his nose with his free hand. This sudden question shattered the tension and seemed to surprise even Books him self.
" B. S." he answered thoughtfully. Spot chuckled while Jersey and Books exchanged odd glances.
"Like.as in bullshit?" Spot asked. The three burst into laughter despite their situation, which was so utterly depressing, they would have found a corpse entertaining.
"No, as in Black smith. See the hammer?" a toned arm was raised and the hammer was clearly visible now.as opposed to when it was merely visible.
"Oh.so how'd ya get mixed in wid dat slime bag?" Books was keeping the atmosphere nothing more than tolerable, otherwise they would become crazy with worry over what was happening to Silver.
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1894
"One bullet in his head"
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He walked self assuredly, smiling to himself. The world.or at least New York was his for the taking. Territory wars has ended in a stalemate, neither side actually winning. The boy turned a corner and paused for a moment to squint up at the moon. He shoved his tan hair out of his eyes blue eyes and turned back the way he had come, suddenly hearing his name.
"Titan! Titan wait!" well, that settled it. His little brother had followed him. Titan Smith's little brother Blake had always wanted to know what it was like to meet another territory leader, and that was where Titan was headed.
"Titan Smith.you ol' shit, yer late," A wiry boy was leaning against a light post, chuckling at Titan.
"Keep yer mouth clean Phantom, me bruddah's on his way,"
"Yer bruddah's jest as old as I is, he can hear this. An' don't tell me what t' do, I'se da leadah a' west Bronx.I'se a big boy,"
"Figuratively," Titan teased as the footsteps came into hearing distance.
"You bastahd," Phantom said rolling his eyes.
"Keep yoah mouf sh-" he never got to finish the sentence. Titan fell to the ground, a bullet cleanly placed in his forehead. Phantom threw the gun out of sight and let out a bloodcurdling scream as Blake ran up to the scene.
"Trey!" the little boy shrieked, falling to his knees.
"Blake.I jest saw da moiderah run off." he said through calculated wheezes. The Phantom had been planning this scheme for ages.
"Didja see who?" Blake shot up into a standing position.
"I didn't see him too clear..."
"Tell me!" Blake screamed into the night.
"I saw him.it was.some guy I recognized.from Queens."
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1897
"When I get you alone."
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"C'mon Silver.you don't wanna make me mad," Phantom warned. He and Silver were still in the same room, in the same position. She'd been pressed against the wall and nothing seemed to be able to break his hold on her. Phantom leant in and pressed his lips to hers. The strategy was to be completely still. Neither movement nor reaction would she grant that beast. He'd been trying to get some sort of response from her for over a half hour, and it had become frustrating.
His slender hand moved ever so slowly from the top of her arm, grazing gently against her breast on the way, to the nape of her neck. Those calloused digits combed upward through the silky strands until they reached the crown of her head. Here, he balled his hand into a fist, pulling painfully on her hair. She let out a scream of pain, muffled by his lips. He smiled against her mouth and slid his tongue into the now open space, exploring its depths. He continued to yank on her hair until she could bear it no more. She let her hands involuntarily slide up around his neck, and let her mouth mold to his.
"Good," he pulled away abruptly, "you've just learned a lesson," he turned sharply and headed for the door, leaving Silver to fall into a sobbing heap on the cold floor. All she could do was cry, and cry she did. Slowly and surely, she drifted into a restless sleep.
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1897
"I am the money."
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"The Switch?" someone called out. Switch nudged Dice and grinned.
"Told ye I was famous," he said. He then cleared his throat.
"You bummahs, how did you lose one a' da most impoitant newsies in New Yawk?" heads turned to look around for an assumed culprit.
"We didn't lose em. Dey ran away," Kid Blink stated firmly, standing up. Dice looked appalled.
"Dey ran away? You tink Spot Conlon ran away on poker night?" Switch questioned incredulously.
"Wait just a damned second? How did you know dey was gone?" Dutchy asked, taking a step forward.
"We're newsies," he remarked as if that explained it all. "And we've been standing outside for the last half hour,"
"Well den Swtich, whadda ya suggest we do?" came a yell from the back of the room.
"Well, duh. We look."
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1894
"A likely story"
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"Well?" Blake asked again as Phantom 'calmed' himself.
"I tink.I tink his name was Switch." Phantom said, casting his eyes to the side and suppressing a smirk as he caught the glint of the gun, laying in the darkness.
"Ain't dat."
"Yeah," Phantom interrupted Blake before he got the question out.
"I'll kill 'im, an' I'll make sure dat no one evah leads Queens again!" Blake yelled into the night. At age 14, Blake "B.S." Smith had sold his soul to the devil. And there was nothing anyone could do about it.
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1894
"The way that he makes you cry"
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"Someone's going to save me, sooner or later, I'll be found," Silver spat as Phantom entered the room. He shook off her glare and knelt in front of her.
"No one is going to find you, no one wants to waste time on what you are now. And its coitan dat no one'll want you when I'm done witcha,"
"What exactly do ya plan on doing to me?" For the first time, a glimmer of fear appeared in her steely eyes. He was obviously mad [1]. There was absolutely no telling what he would do.
"I plan on taming you, because you need taming. So did your brother," Silver bolted up at him, but she hadn't been fed in the last twenty-four hours, and was weak. He shoved her back and she contented herself with screaming at him.
"Don't you ever mention my brother! You aint got the right!" she screeched. She was definitely not ready for his hand to come down on her the way it did; hard skin exploding against soft in an agonizing crack that seemed to echo in the silence.
"What did I tell you about givin' commands?" Phantom glared down at her. She was beaten definitely, but not broken by any means.
"You may do what you please wid me. Beat me, rape me, even kill me, but don't talk about my brother," she seethed. He looked as if he would slap her again, but such was not the case. Instead of hurting her physically, he worked on her mental state, by leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. His moist tiers drinking for her chapped, bloody ones. When he pulled back, neither said anything. The only sounds were two rasping breathes, hers weak, his exhilarated.
"I think you're beginning to enjoy this," Phantom said. He stood, chuckled, and turned to leave.
"You're going to kill me," Silver whispered. It was an ambiguous statement.
"Am I?" Phantom questioned turning.
"You can kill me, or I can kill me. Its your choice," she continued, closing her eyes and wincing as he walked back towards her and bent down.
"I wouldn't kill you." Phantom said shaking his head.
"I'd kill Spot and those other jackasses, but not you. Never you," he spoke on, placing a hand on her cheek.
"You can kill me, or I can kill me. Either way, it doesn't matter anymore," Silver shook his hand off and coughed. Phantom shook his head and smirked, he then licked her cheek, drawing his tongue across the bruised skin with eerie gentleness.
"Not you. Never you," he stood, and left.
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1897
"We're not gonna take it,"
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"Where do we look?" Dutchy questioned the two who had just taken over.
"We look where th' emeny lies.sum one fammus said that," Switch answered.
"Where's dat," Blink asked, running through the enemies he had.
"Dat's da Bronx of course."
Okay! I know you've been waiting for this one. I've been gone for weeks and.yeah. So, sit back and wait s'more. Hopefully the next 'un will be out sooner!
[1] I mean 'mad' as in 'crazy'
"you make me sick" you make me sick- Pink
"One bullet in his head" Sarah Yellin'- Three Doors Down
"When I get you alone" When I get you alone- Thicke
"I am the money" I am the money- NA
"The way he makes you cry" Pretty Girl- Sugar Cult
"A likely story" Spider webs- No doubt
"We're not gonna take it" We're not gonna take it- Twisted sister
Caught in the rain
1897
"You make me sick"
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The rain came harder and harder. It was like thousands and thousands of small crystal bullets flying out of the metal blue gun that was the sky. The streets were empty. Anyone would have to be crazy to venture out in such a torrent. The wind had come up too, it could be described as a gale as it howled and whistled into the cracked and shattered windows of the Bronx Base.
Down in the basement, however, it might as well have been a sunny summer dawn. Spot, Jersey, and Books sat handcuffed to a pipe going along the wall. A short but brawny guy sat in a chair by the door holding a large sledgehammer, imbedded in the handle of which, were three railroad stakes that showed one where to place his hands. Around his waist was a chain, though not used as a weapon it was rather intimidating; even as a belt. The boy had tan hair that always seemed to be falling into his eyes, but unfortunately, those eyes never seemed to want to close.
"What's yogh name?" Books began, shoving his glasses up on the bridge of his nose with his free hand. This sudden question shattered the tension and seemed to surprise even Books him self.
" B. S." he answered thoughtfully. Spot chuckled while Jersey and Books exchanged odd glances.
"Like.as in bullshit?" Spot asked. The three burst into laughter despite their situation, which was so utterly depressing, they would have found a corpse entertaining.
"No, as in Black smith. See the hammer?" a toned arm was raised and the hammer was clearly visible now.as opposed to when it was merely visible.
"Oh.so how'd ya get mixed in wid dat slime bag?" Books was keeping the atmosphere nothing more than tolerable, otherwise they would become crazy with worry over what was happening to Silver.
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1894
"One bullet in his head"
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He walked self assuredly, smiling to himself. The world.or at least New York was his for the taking. Territory wars has ended in a stalemate, neither side actually winning. The boy turned a corner and paused for a moment to squint up at the moon. He shoved his tan hair out of his eyes blue eyes and turned back the way he had come, suddenly hearing his name.
"Titan! Titan wait!" well, that settled it. His little brother had followed him. Titan Smith's little brother Blake had always wanted to know what it was like to meet another territory leader, and that was where Titan was headed.
"Titan Smith.you ol' shit, yer late," A wiry boy was leaning against a light post, chuckling at Titan.
"Keep yer mouth clean Phantom, me bruddah's on his way,"
"Yer bruddah's jest as old as I is, he can hear this. An' don't tell me what t' do, I'se da leadah a' west Bronx.I'se a big boy,"
"Figuratively," Titan teased as the footsteps came into hearing distance.
"You bastahd," Phantom said rolling his eyes.
"Keep yoah mouf sh-" he never got to finish the sentence. Titan fell to the ground, a bullet cleanly placed in his forehead. Phantom threw the gun out of sight and let out a bloodcurdling scream as Blake ran up to the scene.
"Trey!" the little boy shrieked, falling to his knees.
"Blake.I jest saw da moiderah run off." he said through calculated wheezes. The Phantom had been planning this scheme for ages.
"Didja see who?" Blake shot up into a standing position.
"I didn't see him too clear..."
"Tell me!" Blake screamed into the night.
"I saw him.it was.some guy I recognized.from Queens."
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1897
"When I get you alone."
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"C'mon Silver.you don't wanna make me mad," Phantom warned. He and Silver were still in the same room, in the same position. She'd been pressed against the wall and nothing seemed to be able to break his hold on her. Phantom leant in and pressed his lips to hers. The strategy was to be completely still. Neither movement nor reaction would she grant that beast. He'd been trying to get some sort of response from her for over a half hour, and it had become frustrating.
His slender hand moved ever so slowly from the top of her arm, grazing gently against her breast on the way, to the nape of her neck. Those calloused digits combed upward through the silky strands until they reached the crown of her head. Here, he balled his hand into a fist, pulling painfully on her hair. She let out a scream of pain, muffled by his lips. He smiled against her mouth and slid his tongue into the now open space, exploring its depths. He continued to yank on her hair until she could bear it no more. She let her hands involuntarily slide up around his neck, and let her mouth mold to his.
"Good," he pulled away abruptly, "you've just learned a lesson," he turned sharply and headed for the door, leaving Silver to fall into a sobbing heap on the cold floor. All she could do was cry, and cry she did. Slowly and surely, she drifted into a restless sleep.
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1897
"I am the money."
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"The Switch?" someone called out. Switch nudged Dice and grinned.
"Told ye I was famous," he said. He then cleared his throat.
"You bummahs, how did you lose one a' da most impoitant newsies in New Yawk?" heads turned to look around for an assumed culprit.
"We didn't lose em. Dey ran away," Kid Blink stated firmly, standing up. Dice looked appalled.
"Dey ran away? You tink Spot Conlon ran away on poker night?" Switch questioned incredulously.
"Wait just a damned second? How did you know dey was gone?" Dutchy asked, taking a step forward.
"We're newsies," he remarked as if that explained it all. "And we've been standing outside for the last half hour,"
"Well den Swtich, whadda ya suggest we do?" came a yell from the back of the room.
"Well, duh. We look."
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1894
"A likely story"
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"Well?" Blake asked again as Phantom 'calmed' himself.
"I tink.I tink his name was Switch." Phantom said, casting his eyes to the side and suppressing a smirk as he caught the glint of the gun, laying in the darkness.
"Ain't dat."
"Yeah," Phantom interrupted Blake before he got the question out.
"I'll kill 'im, an' I'll make sure dat no one evah leads Queens again!" Blake yelled into the night. At age 14, Blake "B.S." Smith had sold his soul to the devil. And there was nothing anyone could do about it.
______________________
1894
"The way that he makes you cry"
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"Someone's going to save me, sooner or later, I'll be found," Silver spat as Phantom entered the room. He shook off her glare and knelt in front of her.
"No one is going to find you, no one wants to waste time on what you are now. And its coitan dat no one'll want you when I'm done witcha,"
"What exactly do ya plan on doing to me?" For the first time, a glimmer of fear appeared in her steely eyes. He was obviously mad [1]. There was absolutely no telling what he would do.
"I plan on taming you, because you need taming. So did your brother," Silver bolted up at him, but she hadn't been fed in the last twenty-four hours, and was weak. He shoved her back and she contented herself with screaming at him.
"Don't you ever mention my brother! You aint got the right!" she screeched. She was definitely not ready for his hand to come down on her the way it did; hard skin exploding against soft in an agonizing crack that seemed to echo in the silence.
"What did I tell you about givin' commands?" Phantom glared down at her. She was beaten definitely, but not broken by any means.
"You may do what you please wid me. Beat me, rape me, even kill me, but don't talk about my brother," she seethed. He looked as if he would slap her again, but such was not the case. Instead of hurting her physically, he worked on her mental state, by leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. His moist tiers drinking for her chapped, bloody ones. When he pulled back, neither said anything. The only sounds were two rasping breathes, hers weak, his exhilarated.
"I think you're beginning to enjoy this," Phantom said. He stood, chuckled, and turned to leave.
"You're going to kill me," Silver whispered. It was an ambiguous statement.
"Am I?" Phantom questioned turning.
"You can kill me, or I can kill me. Its your choice," she continued, closing her eyes and wincing as he walked back towards her and bent down.
"I wouldn't kill you." Phantom said shaking his head.
"I'd kill Spot and those other jackasses, but not you. Never you," he spoke on, placing a hand on her cheek.
"You can kill me, or I can kill me. Either way, it doesn't matter anymore," Silver shook his hand off and coughed. Phantom shook his head and smirked, he then licked her cheek, drawing his tongue across the bruised skin with eerie gentleness.
"Not you. Never you," he stood, and left.
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1897
"We're not gonna take it,"
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"Where do we look?" Dutchy questioned the two who had just taken over.
"We look where th' emeny lies.sum one fammus said that," Switch answered.
"Where's dat," Blink asked, running through the enemies he had.
"Dat's da Bronx of course."
Okay! I know you've been waiting for this one. I've been gone for weeks and.yeah. So, sit back and wait s'more. Hopefully the next 'un will be out sooner!
[1] I mean 'mad' as in 'crazy'
"you make me sick" you make me sick- Pink
"One bullet in his head" Sarah Yellin'- Three Doors Down
"When I get you alone" When I get you alone- Thicke
"I am the money" I am the money- NA
"The way he makes you cry" Pretty Girl- Sugar Cult
"A likely story" Spider webs- No doubt
"We're not gonna take it" We're not gonna take it- Twisted sister