A/N: Ok I'm straying way to close to the whole romance thing, Yeah I
planned on doing that but not this early so we're going to stray away from
that no more Spot for a few chapters. Yeah I finally got my copy of hp #5
so that's why it's taken me so long to update. On to the story
Chapter 8
Daggers left Tibby's in hopes of heading towards the train station, but unfortunately a few officers got in her way. Dodging them and going to long way around to the train station she found that there were officers in monitoring the train station. Daggers growled; this was most annoying. Then it occurred to her, maybe these ones weren't even looking for her. Sure her father was the type to try to get the entire police force of New York out looking for her, but they'd never let him have the entire force.
Strolling into the station she was almost to the ticket counter when the officers spotted her. Maybe she was wrong, perhaps he managed to convince them to get the whole police force out looking for her. She was off running in the opposite direction faster then the cops could follow, or at least she hoped. Dodging into an alley way, she kept running all though she believed it would have been a good place to stop. She was still pretty beat up and didn't want to agitate her wounds.
Finding out pretty quickly that it wasn't a safe place to hide, she ran right into the cops. One grabbed her arm and she went to draw a knife but he was quicker and grabbed her other arm as well. Daggers resulted to the place strategy she had left her legs and she aimed right below the belt. The officer crumpled to the ground in pain and released Daggers to run again. With in seconds another officer had a grab at her and she gave up trying to get away when she realized she was surrounded. Completely and utterly surrounded. There was no way she could get past them wounded as she was.
They didn't even stop at the police station, they took her straight home. Once in the custody of her father the police left for him to handle her on his own. Mind you they disarmed her first and gave her various knifes to her father, they wondered how she moved with some much metal on her.
"Kathryn," Daggers flinched as her father called her by her real name. He shuck his head and continued "Why, did you try to run away?"
Daggers responded with the practiced death glare she often gave Spot after he had stepped out of line or pushed her into the river. Her father merely chuckled.
"You act as if you have some control over you're life," he said between chuckles.
"Who is to say dat I'se don'," Daggers shot at him pulling off the best Brooklyn accent she could. This time he flinched.
"I thought all those tutors I was paying taught you how to speak properly."
"They dids I forgot,"
"I will not tolerate street rat like language from my daughter, go to your room. I will discuss the matters concerning you when you return to a more proper way of speech." He barked pointing in the general direction of her room.
"Danks," Daggers said waving at him as she walked casually towards her room.
Chapter 8
Daggers left Tibby's in hopes of heading towards the train station, but unfortunately a few officers got in her way. Dodging them and going to long way around to the train station she found that there were officers in monitoring the train station. Daggers growled; this was most annoying. Then it occurred to her, maybe these ones weren't even looking for her. Sure her father was the type to try to get the entire police force of New York out looking for her, but they'd never let him have the entire force.
Strolling into the station she was almost to the ticket counter when the officers spotted her. Maybe she was wrong, perhaps he managed to convince them to get the whole police force out looking for her. She was off running in the opposite direction faster then the cops could follow, or at least she hoped. Dodging into an alley way, she kept running all though she believed it would have been a good place to stop. She was still pretty beat up and didn't want to agitate her wounds.
Finding out pretty quickly that it wasn't a safe place to hide, she ran right into the cops. One grabbed her arm and she went to draw a knife but he was quicker and grabbed her other arm as well. Daggers resulted to the place strategy she had left her legs and she aimed right below the belt. The officer crumpled to the ground in pain and released Daggers to run again. With in seconds another officer had a grab at her and she gave up trying to get away when she realized she was surrounded. Completely and utterly surrounded. There was no way she could get past them wounded as she was.
They didn't even stop at the police station, they took her straight home. Once in the custody of her father the police left for him to handle her on his own. Mind you they disarmed her first and gave her various knifes to her father, they wondered how she moved with some much metal on her.
"Kathryn," Daggers flinched as her father called her by her real name. He shuck his head and continued "Why, did you try to run away?"
Daggers responded with the practiced death glare she often gave Spot after he had stepped out of line or pushed her into the river. Her father merely chuckled.
"You act as if you have some control over you're life," he said between chuckles.
"Who is to say dat I'se don'," Daggers shot at him pulling off the best Brooklyn accent she could. This time he flinched.
"I thought all those tutors I was paying taught you how to speak properly."
"They dids I forgot,"
"I will not tolerate street rat like language from my daughter, go to your room. I will discuss the matters concerning you when you return to a more proper way of speech." He barked pointing in the general direction of her room.
"Danks," Daggers said waving at him as she walked casually towards her room.
