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Caught in the rain
1900
"You're Gone away"
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Spot sat up and looked at the piece of paper for a moment. The bed frame creaked and groaned under the sudden movement. Everyone else was inside, because it seemed to have started raining again.
"Shaddap will ya Spot! Some of us gotta sleep!" Spot nodded dumbly and slid out of bed, not bothering to change out of his slacks and wife beater. His hair was longer now, and looked a bit like Dices had. But that wasn't the only thing that had changed. The slacks hung on his slender hips and the shirt clung to his narrow shoulders. He looked old, he realized. But ever since Silver.he had grown up. He walked down the steps of the lodging house and looked into the cracked mirror, remembering the bruise she'd given him. He walked in the rain to a gazebo in the center of the park. The white paint was peeling, and the roof leaked.but it was sort of dry, so it would do. He began, once more, to read.
.well, perhaps I'd better not tell you who exactly I am. But anyway, this is my story. I was born on the streets and had lived there all my life when I met Phantom. He wasn't Phantom yet, but I suppose that's irrelevant. I met Silver that way too, she wasn't Silver, but once again, not valid. He had an eye for her, always had from what I hear. I don't really blame him Spot. After he killed Hawkins, he seemed to disappear off the face of the earth, but at the same time, a new evil was rising. Convenient huh? Murder, whom I don't think you've met, kidnapped her. It wasn't his favorite assignment, but it was her life or his and he always was a selfish little bastard.but he changed. I think.
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1897
Uninvited
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"So, Silver, let me tell you something," Murder said quietly. She barely had the strength to listen, let alone refuse his little speech.
"There are things involved in this that you don't know shit about. So I'm gonna explain a few of 'em. The guys downstairs with your guy Spot.one of their names is B.S., Phantom killed his brother. The other one is called Mime. Lynch, one of the assassins set out for you was his sister. Something that isn't supposed to happen is going to happen in that very basement tonight. So now, I'm giving you two choices, you can go down there and get yourself killed, or I can give you this chain and you can run until your feet don't work anymore. Do you understand?" The eyes that had once been cold and uncaring had warmed up, and were now, almost kind.
"Why do I have to run?" she whispered back, her mind weighing the pros and cons of each choice.
"Because you're a runner kid, it's what you gotta do," a smirk edged its way onto his face.
"What about Spot.does he really.y'know?" she hinted, looking up at her rescuer expectantly.
"Well, you'll have to ask him later. What's your choice?" he began unlocking her shackles and eased her into a standing position.
"Keep the chain," she said, stumbling a bit.
"Alright, it's settled then," Murder said shaking the rain from his hair.
"What happened there?" she questioned, gesturing to his blonde bangs.
"I got hoit real bad when I was thirteen.stabbed.I lived with a doctor for about a year and accidentally spilled peroxide on myself," he smiled at the memory and then headed for the door. He placed his hand on the knob and turned, striding out into the next chapter of his life.
"What's your name?" she whispered, looking at him, it seemed, for the first time in forever.
"Taylor."
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1897
"You're telling me something real,"
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Mime and Books were still swapping stories. Jersey and Spot were formulating a plan, a plan that involved B.S. Who, speak of the devil, had just walked in the door.
"I don't suppose you think he's listening to you," B.S. said quietly as he walked over to join the quintet.
"Now!" Books squawked, leaping out of his long since unlocked chains, he artfully snatched the hammer and dove to the ground behind Mime, Spot and Jersey.
"You can have it back when you listen to what Mime has to say.sign.whatever, just sit down and listen!" Spot warned, wielding the hammer, it was times like these he wished he had his cane.
"Why would I listen to him? What's he got that would interest me?" B.S. questioned narrowing his eyes.
"Your brother, perhaps?" Books said quietly, creeping out from his hiding place.
"What's Titan got to do with it?" he was now slightly intrigued.
"Everything," Jersey murmured.
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1896
"You don't see me"
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Not for the squeamish or blood phobic
"So, you're going to kill off Titan Smith?" Shadow asked quietly, leaning against the wall. They stood in the room that would later house Silver Hawkins. The door was closed.kind of. A small Asian boy stood outside, listening quietly to the plot as it unraveled.
"Yeah, I scheduled a meeting with him tonight and his dumb ass brother will no doubt follow him. As the kid is coming up, I'll shoot him and blame it on someone else.then, I'll have hold on west Bronx as well as east," Phantom bragged. He was clad in all black and his trademark half harlequin mask. That half smile bridged from the white material, on which was painted half of an exaggerated frown. That in its self made Phantom horrifying. Suddenly, the sound stopped, and the eavesdropper was yanked into the room.
"What exactly were you doing? Huh? What, I go upstairs to have private conversation and everyone comes to listen?"
"What.what are you gonna to, Phantom.sir?"
"I'm going to make sure you never eavesdrop again. And then I'm going to make sure you never tell anyone what you've heard," He yanked the boy to the floor by his throat and pulled a knife from his pocket, he had gotten a new one, since his old one was probably still buried in that pitiful stiff, Hawkins. He straddled the boy's chest at tried to get him to open his mouth. Knife and mouth were not considered a good combination. Finally, Phantom placed his thumb and forefinger at the base of the child's jaw, squeezing with all of his might, the mouth popped open and quick as a flash, the fingers placed themselves on the boys tongue, and with one quick slice, it was gone. He choked and gagged on his own blood, it dribbled down his chin, mixing with tears that were rolling down his cheeks from the intense, white-hot pain. Phantom tossed the severed appendage aside, and then began working on the boy's ears. He coughed out shrieks and screams of pain. But after a good quarter hour, it was done. Phantom and Shadow left the boy to shriek and scream at the disfigured monster he had become.
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1897
"You're telling me something real."
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"Jesus H..." B.S. stammered out swear words and looked desperately around himself.
"I.I'm sorry Mime.I never knew.I.oh God," Mime merely nodded.
"So, are you going to help us?" Spot questioned, waving the hammer back and forth.
"Yes. I wanna kill that shitbrick [1] for what he's done to me and everyone else," after a few more moments of swearing profusely at himself, B.S. calmed down and the door slowly opened, someone walked inside.
"They're coming," The stranger disappeared back through the doorway without another word.
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1900
"You're Gone away"
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So, Spotty, that's how it went. The entire story is right here, in black and white. But don't worry. You'll see her again. And you must remember to believe in the things people say. Someone told her that she'd once again see me, and she did. Don't go looking for her though; she has to be alone until she finds someone to be alone with. I don't know her whereabouts and I don't think anyone does. Just keep her there with you, and maybe she'll come back. When.if she does, I'm not saying she'll stay. She needs to run Spot. It's what she does.
Signed,
Someone who watched
Spot closed his eyes and remembered a song he'd heard her singing, just after she'd arrived.
Taking steps back through The words I should've said you, They all got lost. You went away. I feel sick and, you just don't care anymore. You don't care. You're face is on a billboard And you're everywhere, You don't care much for interviews. You're gone, You're gone, You're gone, You're gone, You're gone, You're gone, You're gone. You're gone away. If you don't like being hurt then please don't stay. If you don't like being hurt, then get away.
Had Spot opened his eyes, he might have seen the Silvery eyed girl rush past him, splashing through the ever-growing puddles. She was clad in gray slacks and a green thermal shirt. Her straight hair hung halfway down her back. As he opened his eyes, she paused, seeming to have forgotten something. She rushed back to peer at the gazebo, and at Spot. Even in the downpour, she merely stood, seemingly frozen.
"What'cha doin?" Spot said just loudly enough to be heard.
"Nuttin, I just.got caught in the rain."
* squeal * That was so cute! Oh, it was the poifect ending! I can barely stand the adorable-ness of it all! I'm never telling you who wrote the letter.or who died in chapter ten or ANYTHING ELSE! This is worse than one of those pick your own story books. This is worse then a cliff hanging chapter it's A CLIFF HANGING STORY! BUAH! I wanna thank all of everyone for helping me lots and lots what with my story and all. I especially wanna thank my beta: Ravens Wing.
[1] And another thing, thank you, Mondie, for turning me on to the term 'shit brick' (Everyone must read 'Anything but that')
I love you all to death! And read my next story coming up soon!
Caught in the rain
1900
"You're Gone away"
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Spot sat up and looked at the piece of paper for a moment. The bed frame creaked and groaned under the sudden movement. Everyone else was inside, because it seemed to have started raining again.
"Shaddap will ya Spot! Some of us gotta sleep!" Spot nodded dumbly and slid out of bed, not bothering to change out of his slacks and wife beater. His hair was longer now, and looked a bit like Dices had. But that wasn't the only thing that had changed. The slacks hung on his slender hips and the shirt clung to his narrow shoulders. He looked old, he realized. But ever since Silver.he had grown up. He walked down the steps of the lodging house and looked into the cracked mirror, remembering the bruise she'd given him. He walked in the rain to a gazebo in the center of the park. The white paint was peeling, and the roof leaked.but it was sort of dry, so it would do. He began, once more, to read.
.well, perhaps I'd better not tell you who exactly I am. But anyway, this is my story. I was born on the streets and had lived there all my life when I met Phantom. He wasn't Phantom yet, but I suppose that's irrelevant. I met Silver that way too, she wasn't Silver, but once again, not valid. He had an eye for her, always had from what I hear. I don't really blame him Spot. After he killed Hawkins, he seemed to disappear off the face of the earth, but at the same time, a new evil was rising. Convenient huh? Murder, whom I don't think you've met, kidnapped her. It wasn't his favorite assignment, but it was her life or his and he always was a selfish little bastard.but he changed. I think.
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1897
Uninvited
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"So, Silver, let me tell you something," Murder said quietly. She barely had the strength to listen, let alone refuse his little speech.
"There are things involved in this that you don't know shit about. So I'm gonna explain a few of 'em. The guys downstairs with your guy Spot.one of their names is B.S., Phantom killed his brother. The other one is called Mime. Lynch, one of the assassins set out for you was his sister. Something that isn't supposed to happen is going to happen in that very basement tonight. So now, I'm giving you two choices, you can go down there and get yourself killed, or I can give you this chain and you can run until your feet don't work anymore. Do you understand?" The eyes that had once been cold and uncaring had warmed up, and were now, almost kind.
"Why do I have to run?" she whispered back, her mind weighing the pros and cons of each choice.
"Because you're a runner kid, it's what you gotta do," a smirk edged its way onto his face.
"What about Spot.does he really.y'know?" she hinted, looking up at her rescuer expectantly.
"Well, you'll have to ask him later. What's your choice?" he began unlocking her shackles and eased her into a standing position.
"Keep the chain," she said, stumbling a bit.
"Alright, it's settled then," Murder said shaking the rain from his hair.
"What happened there?" she questioned, gesturing to his blonde bangs.
"I got hoit real bad when I was thirteen.stabbed.I lived with a doctor for about a year and accidentally spilled peroxide on myself," he smiled at the memory and then headed for the door. He placed his hand on the knob and turned, striding out into the next chapter of his life.
"What's your name?" she whispered, looking at him, it seemed, for the first time in forever.
"Taylor."
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1897
"You're telling me something real,"
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Mime and Books were still swapping stories. Jersey and Spot were formulating a plan, a plan that involved B.S. Who, speak of the devil, had just walked in the door.
"I don't suppose you think he's listening to you," B.S. said quietly as he walked over to join the quintet.
"Now!" Books squawked, leaping out of his long since unlocked chains, he artfully snatched the hammer and dove to the ground behind Mime, Spot and Jersey.
"You can have it back when you listen to what Mime has to say.sign.whatever, just sit down and listen!" Spot warned, wielding the hammer, it was times like these he wished he had his cane.
"Why would I listen to him? What's he got that would interest me?" B.S. questioned narrowing his eyes.
"Your brother, perhaps?" Books said quietly, creeping out from his hiding place.
"What's Titan got to do with it?" he was now slightly intrigued.
"Everything," Jersey murmured.
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1896
"You don't see me"
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Not for the squeamish or blood phobic
"So, you're going to kill off Titan Smith?" Shadow asked quietly, leaning against the wall. They stood in the room that would later house Silver Hawkins. The door was closed.kind of. A small Asian boy stood outside, listening quietly to the plot as it unraveled.
"Yeah, I scheduled a meeting with him tonight and his dumb ass brother will no doubt follow him. As the kid is coming up, I'll shoot him and blame it on someone else.then, I'll have hold on west Bronx as well as east," Phantom bragged. He was clad in all black and his trademark half harlequin mask. That half smile bridged from the white material, on which was painted half of an exaggerated frown. That in its self made Phantom horrifying. Suddenly, the sound stopped, and the eavesdropper was yanked into the room.
"What exactly were you doing? Huh? What, I go upstairs to have private conversation and everyone comes to listen?"
"What.what are you gonna to, Phantom.sir?"
"I'm going to make sure you never eavesdrop again. And then I'm going to make sure you never tell anyone what you've heard," He yanked the boy to the floor by his throat and pulled a knife from his pocket, he had gotten a new one, since his old one was probably still buried in that pitiful stiff, Hawkins. He straddled the boy's chest at tried to get him to open his mouth. Knife and mouth were not considered a good combination. Finally, Phantom placed his thumb and forefinger at the base of the child's jaw, squeezing with all of his might, the mouth popped open and quick as a flash, the fingers placed themselves on the boys tongue, and with one quick slice, it was gone. He choked and gagged on his own blood, it dribbled down his chin, mixing with tears that were rolling down his cheeks from the intense, white-hot pain. Phantom tossed the severed appendage aside, and then began working on the boy's ears. He coughed out shrieks and screams of pain. But after a good quarter hour, it was done. Phantom and Shadow left the boy to shriek and scream at the disfigured monster he had become.
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1897
"You're telling me something real."
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"Jesus H..." B.S. stammered out swear words and looked desperately around himself.
"I.I'm sorry Mime.I never knew.I.oh God," Mime merely nodded.
"So, are you going to help us?" Spot questioned, waving the hammer back and forth.
"Yes. I wanna kill that shitbrick [1] for what he's done to me and everyone else," after a few more moments of swearing profusely at himself, B.S. calmed down and the door slowly opened, someone walked inside.
"They're coming," The stranger disappeared back through the doorway without another word.
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1900
"You're Gone away"
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So, Spotty, that's how it went. The entire story is right here, in black and white. But don't worry. You'll see her again. And you must remember to believe in the things people say. Someone told her that she'd once again see me, and she did. Don't go looking for her though; she has to be alone until she finds someone to be alone with. I don't know her whereabouts and I don't think anyone does. Just keep her there with you, and maybe she'll come back. When.if she does, I'm not saying she'll stay. She needs to run Spot. It's what she does.
Signed,
Someone who watched
Spot closed his eyes and remembered a song he'd heard her singing, just after she'd arrived.
Taking steps back through The words I should've said you, They all got lost. You went away. I feel sick and, you just don't care anymore. You don't care. You're face is on a billboard And you're everywhere, You don't care much for interviews. You're gone, You're gone, You're gone, You're gone, You're gone, You're gone, You're gone. You're gone away. If you don't like being hurt then please don't stay. If you don't like being hurt, then get away.
Had Spot opened his eyes, he might have seen the Silvery eyed girl rush past him, splashing through the ever-growing puddles. She was clad in gray slacks and a green thermal shirt. Her straight hair hung halfway down her back. As he opened his eyes, she paused, seeming to have forgotten something. She rushed back to peer at the gazebo, and at Spot. Even in the downpour, she merely stood, seemingly frozen.
"What'cha doin?" Spot said just loudly enough to be heard.
"Nuttin, I just.got caught in the rain."
* squeal * That was so cute! Oh, it was the poifect ending! I can barely stand the adorable-ness of it all! I'm never telling you who wrote the letter.or who died in chapter ten or ANYTHING ELSE! This is worse than one of those pick your own story books. This is worse then a cliff hanging chapter it's A CLIFF HANGING STORY! BUAH! I wanna thank all of everyone for helping me lots and lots what with my story and all. I especially wanna thank my beta: Ravens Wing.
[1] And another thing, thank you, Mondie, for turning me on to the term 'shit brick' (Everyone must read 'Anything but that')
I love you all to death! And read my next story coming up soon!