Chapter 4
Despite what the cops had told Spot, no one ever saw the picture. Daggers didn't know what happened to the picture but she figured Spot still had it. This worried her slightly, she watched his every move, but sometimes he'd lose her. He knew she was watching him, and pretended he didn't, none of the guys even noticed.
Feeling a lot better from the fight, Daggers head had worked out its own problem and she had gone back to selling on her own but following Spot in the process. She walked quickly down the street selling several papers. Looking up to where Spot had been the moment before, he was gone. Daggers sighed, this boy was impossible to follow. Shrugging it off, she went back to selling her papers.
"Hey, you," said someone behind her. Daggers turned around, to find a scab she had soaked a while ago standing behind her, with a few buddies.
"Would ya like to buy a pape?" Daggers replied like she didn't know what was going on.
"Sure," The scab replied. Then he motioned to an alley near by and said "My money is ju't in t'at alley ov'r there. Why don't ya come wit me to go get it."
"Na, I'll stay here, so I can sell more papes why youse gone,"
"No, ya really should come," said another giving Daggers a push in the direction of the alley. Daggers thought quickly and decided it would be smarter to stay out in the open, with a lot of people right close. Positioning herself so she could draw any of her daggers or knifes instantaneously, then Daggers planted her feet on the ground where she was.
"What ya doin', we have to go get my money," the first one said pulling her along. Daggers was a really thin and not very muscularly (well really she was for a girl, but compared to the boys she wasn't) so he had no problem. He chuckle, "Not too strong now are we."
"What do ya wan'?" Daggers said as he throw her into the alley wall.
"Pay back, no one takes a bettin' like t'at from a shrimp, and don't want payback."
"Youse, really shouldn't call me shrimp," Daggers shot back.
"Why's that?"
Daggers replied with a ram at him, pushing him to the ground. Mid ram she drew the closest dagger and held it too his neck. Daggers couldn't help but smile; she was coming out on top again. The scab laughed and she looked up at his friends who stood close cracking their knuckles ready to attack. The scab moved her knife and pushed Daggers off in her moment of distraction. She had let her guard down for just a moment and now the scab had taken back control.
Daggers could have drawn another knife but 1 to 4 was not good odds, she could take out at least two if someone was backing her up to take out the other two. By herself she could take out 1 or 2 if the others didn't interfere, she knew they would. There was no doubt about it.
The scab sent a few punches her way and she dodged them until when one of the friends offered to hold her while he punched. Daggers fought him off for a moment before he got her in a successful hold. The scab then started to land punches.
"What youse thinking," said a voice above Daggers. "Picking on shrimp when there's only one of them and four of youse?" she looked up to see Spot on the roof of the building above them.
"Yeah," said Flame popping up. "Youse, shouldn't pick on someone smaller than ya."
"Pick on someone ya own size," Spot shot their way.
"Like us," Flame added as they hopped down the fire escape into the alley with them.
The two boys pulled out their slingshots and started to pellet the scab and his friends. Daggers laughed, these scabs had no chance now. Loosing the hold the scab's friend had on her, Daggers slipped her foot behind his knee and jerked it forward causing the boy to fall and let go of her.The soaking that followed was quick and ended in their opponents running away. Daggers collapsed into a funny heap on the ground.
"Daggers, ya 'k," asked Flame.
"Yeah, Ise fine, just felt like collapsing."
"Likely story," Flame replied pulling Daggers to her feet and letting her use him as a crutch.
Flame and Spot helped Daggers to the dock where they stayed until everyone else showed up. The day went as usual until it was dusk when only Daggers went to bed the rest stayed up and whispered off in a corner. Daggers was too tired to listen in on their conversation and fell right asleep.
Despite what the cops had told Spot, no one ever saw the picture. Daggers didn't know what happened to the picture but she figured Spot still had it. This worried her slightly, she watched his every move, but sometimes he'd lose her. He knew she was watching him, and pretended he didn't, none of the guys even noticed.
Feeling a lot better from the fight, Daggers head had worked out its own problem and she had gone back to selling on her own but following Spot in the process. She walked quickly down the street selling several papers. Looking up to where Spot had been the moment before, he was gone. Daggers sighed, this boy was impossible to follow. Shrugging it off, she went back to selling her papers.
"Hey, you," said someone behind her. Daggers turned around, to find a scab she had soaked a while ago standing behind her, with a few buddies.
"Would ya like to buy a pape?" Daggers replied like she didn't know what was going on.
"Sure," The scab replied. Then he motioned to an alley near by and said "My money is ju't in t'at alley ov'r there. Why don't ya come wit me to go get it."
"Na, I'll stay here, so I can sell more papes why youse gone,"
"No, ya really should come," said another giving Daggers a push in the direction of the alley. Daggers thought quickly and decided it would be smarter to stay out in the open, with a lot of people right close. Positioning herself so she could draw any of her daggers or knifes instantaneously, then Daggers planted her feet on the ground where she was.
"What ya doin', we have to go get my money," the first one said pulling her along. Daggers was a really thin and not very muscularly (well really she was for a girl, but compared to the boys she wasn't) so he had no problem. He chuckle, "Not too strong now are we."
"What do ya wan'?" Daggers said as he throw her into the alley wall.
"Pay back, no one takes a bettin' like t'at from a shrimp, and don't want payback."
"Youse, really shouldn't call me shrimp," Daggers shot back.
"Why's that?"
Daggers replied with a ram at him, pushing him to the ground. Mid ram she drew the closest dagger and held it too his neck. Daggers couldn't help but smile; she was coming out on top again. The scab laughed and she looked up at his friends who stood close cracking their knuckles ready to attack. The scab moved her knife and pushed Daggers off in her moment of distraction. She had let her guard down for just a moment and now the scab had taken back control.
Daggers could have drawn another knife but 1 to 4 was not good odds, she could take out at least two if someone was backing her up to take out the other two. By herself she could take out 1 or 2 if the others didn't interfere, she knew they would. There was no doubt about it.
The scab sent a few punches her way and she dodged them until when one of the friends offered to hold her while he punched. Daggers fought him off for a moment before he got her in a successful hold. The scab then started to land punches.
"What youse thinking," said a voice above Daggers. "Picking on shrimp when there's only one of them and four of youse?" she looked up to see Spot on the roof of the building above them.
"Yeah," said Flame popping up. "Youse, shouldn't pick on someone smaller than ya."
"Pick on someone ya own size," Spot shot their way.
"Like us," Flame added as they hopped down the fire escape into the alley with them.
The two boys pulled out their slingshots and started to pellet the scab and his friends. Daggers laughed, these scabs had no chance now. Loosing the hold the scab's friend had on her, Daggers slipped her foot behind his knee and jerked it forward causing the boy to fall and let go of her.The soaking that followed was quick and ended in their opponents running away. Daggers collapsed into a funny heap on the ground.
"Daggers, ya 'k," asked Flame.
"Yeah, Ise fine, just felt like collapsing."
"Likely story," Flame replied pulling Daggers to her feet and letting her use him as a crutch.
Flame and Spot helped Daggers to the dock where they stayed until everyone else showed up. The day went as usual until it was dusk when only Daggers went to bed the rest stayed up and whispered off in a corner. Daggers was too tired to listen in on their conversation and fell right asleep.
