SHOUTS YEEEHAAA
Paris: I'm so glad you like my fic!...I know that it is kinda graphic but hey I couldn't help it, there are some touching moments hehe. In a future chapter there will something more of their past. JUST FOR YOU!
Chicago: YAY! MY FIC HAS BEEN CALLED AWESOME! hey is Jesse james really your cousin? seriously that is sooooooo cool SELF INSERTION IS AWESOME. Jack is sooooooooooooooooooooo bad.
Jack: I'se not dat bad...
Yea ya are.
Jack: no I'se not.
Yea ya are.
Jack: no I'se not.
AND THE ARGUING CONTINUES......
Spot kicked the Brooklyn Lodging house door open and hurried inside.
"JACKAL!!! Some help!" He yelled up the staircase and he began climbing quickly, Raven was shaking in his arms, the light wind reached within her thin skin and brought her to a chilling cold that Spot didn't know how to cure. Raven laid in a soft unconsciousness in his arms. Jackal burst out of Spot's room quickly, her green eyes flashed with worry.
"HOLY SHIT! What happened ta her?" Jackal cried.
"No time ta explain now..." He shoved through the open doorway and into his private washroom. Jackal followed close behind, her long blonde hair trailing behind almost like a golden curtain. Spot took off his shirt and wrapped Raven in it as added warmth.
"SPOT GET OUT!!! Go boil some water downstairs......she looks like she hasn't washed in weeks." Spot laid Raven in the claw foot tub and rushed out of the room. Jackal's eyes darted to the scars covering Spot's back, deep, jagged lines, some holes covered it in an unusual pattern. She turned away and took Raven's hand, kneeled beside tub and stared long and hard at her face. It was as though all color and life were drawn from the once spunky, defiant girl she knew. Time moves slowly in desperate situations and thoughts that come into your mind during that time span are usually not pleasant ones, thoughts of hard times come back to you, times of a similar situation, between you and the one you love, and Jackal was thinking back to those times between her and Spot, times she wanted to forget. Jack and Raven had gone through this before, but he always came back, this time it didn't look as though a happy ending would occur.
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The lobby of the Manhattan lodging house was barren of all life except for three figures waiting there. Raven had lodged herself against the railing of the staircase and had lit a cigarette that she eagerly drained the nicotine from. Jackal and Spot were seated on the very worn out couch, Jackal positioned comfortably on Spot's lap. Spot had his feet resting lightly on the old coffee table in the center of the room, carefully lodged between the dozens of empty and half-full beer bottles filling it. A tension carried itself fluently throughout the room, mounting with the seconds, coming closer with each ticking of the old clock on Kloppman's desk. Slowly the front door began to open. Raven stood rigidly, straightening herself up to her full height, and the couple on the sofa turned their heads to the door. Jack inched his way in the door, stumbling on his way in. When he caught Raven's eyes he halted, feeling her agitation mount.
"Wheah were ya?" Raven spoke slowly and coldly to him the tone of her voice matching that of the emotion in her eyes.
"Out Ravy." Jack stated as he walked closer to her, upon reaching her she smelt the alcohol on his lips and breath, she pulled her head back in disgust, and shoved him away from her.
"Your drunk...AGAIN." Her anger was rising, and Jackal began to sense it as she tapped Spot and they moved to a standing position.
"I just wanted ta go and have a good time Rave, what's wrong in dat?"
"WHAT'S WRONG WIT' DAT IS YA ALWAYS COME BACK HEAH DRUNK OFF YER ASS!" Raven yelled inching closer to him.
"SHOAH ITS OK WHEN YOU GO OUT AND DRINK YASELF INTA OBLIVION BUT WHEN I DO IT DEAH'S A WHOLE NUDDAH STORY!" Jack's anger mixed with his drinking was not a good combination, he shared his father's drunken qualities, a short and easily triggered temper.
"I DON'T DO IT ALMOST EVERY NIGHT! YOUS BEEN OUT EVERY SINGLE NIGHT DIS WEEK AND YA COME HOME DA SAME WAY, STUTTERIN AND SLOBBERIN ALL OVAH YASELF!"
"IT'S MY BUSINESS WHAT I DO! NOT YERS DOLL!"
"I AIN'T YER GODDAMN DOLL!" Raven shoved him sharply backward stepping towards him, and in return Jack did the same to her.
"HEY!" Spot boomed and jumped in the middle of the them.
"DIS AIN'T YER PLACE CONLON!" Jack shoved Spot out of the way, slamming him into Jackal. Spot went to charge at Jack but Jackal held firmly onto him as Spot struggled to be released. Raven and Jack continued there bickering and as it continued they gradually woke up the entire Lodging house, carefully each Manhattanite walked down the staircase to watch the commotion downstairs.
"Spot...he's drunk! let it go! GODAMN IT LET IT GO!" Jackal pleaded with him, but in the end it was no use. Spot broke from her grip and tackled Jack to the ground.
"BOYS STOP IT!" Jackal and Raven cried out together and hurried over to the wrestling match in the center of the room. Spot was ruthlessly punching Jack repeatedly in the face, cracking of his nose could be heard and the distinct sound of ripping flesh, but still he continued to punch. Finally Jack got out of his daze and flung Spot off of him causing him to smash onto the beer filled coffee table. A sickening crunch was heard as the bottles broke and the wood cracked causing Spot to grunt as he smashed into the floor, then a scream filled the air, a scream full of burning and bone chilling pain, rattling everyone's brain. Everyone froze, silence. A single hot tear slid out of the corner of Spot's eye as the pain grew in intensity, the burning from the alcohol making his skin seem on fire. Jack got on all fours and spit the blood from his mouth, looked at Spot lying on the crushed mass of the table, got to his feet and fled the lodging house slamming the door on his way out. Spot felt each tiny piece of glass sharply in his skin, feeling them lodge themselves comfortably into the crevices of his epidermis.
"Ravy help me..." Jackal turned to the other girl, who noticed a fleeting fear in the other's eyes. Oracle flew down the stairs and joined the other two girls. Miracle stood all the head of the line of newsies watching in shock as all three women helped Spot to his feet, he made a painful growl and gasped for air. Slowly they reached the bunkroom. Racetrack cleared his bed immediately and they laid Spot down on his stomach.
"Race get me a scissah, Mush get some hot wawtah and clean rags, Blink get some of dat old whiskey Klopp keeps hidden in da kitchen." Ravy spoke softly but demanding ordering the boys to do as told. Each one of them took off for their respective posts.
"Da scissahs are missin Ravy...." Race returned looking forlorn. Raven nodded and turned back to Spot who had his eyes winced tightly in pain, sweat forming on his brow.
"Ok.....Jackal hold him down...Oracle grab one side of da shoit." Oracle and Jackal did as told and Raven took her post. "When I say so pull Oracle, and don't stop fa nothin got dat." Oracle nodded. "PULL!" Oracle and raven tugged the shirt in the two direction causing it to tear, Spot thrashed as the shirt nicked the glass in his body making them move but not pop out of his skin. Slowly the shirt ripped in two making Raven and Oracle fall to the floor on their butt's. Raven scurried back to Spot's side and covered her mouth at the gruesome sight of Spot's back, it looked more like shredded meat then someone's skin. Oracle took one look at the shape of Spot and passed out. Her boyfriend at the time, Pie Eater, rushed over, picked Oracle up and placed her in his bunk. Spot took a deep breathe and folded his arms underneath himself, spreading out the deep cuts as much as possible, letting the glass shards loosen from their positions. Another hot tear slid from his eyes as the pain mounted and grew. New blood seeped from the cuts, making the dirty sheets turn an ugly shade of reddened brown. Mush came running in with the hot water and rags, he also brought and extra bowl and announced "it's for the glass." Raven took a seat on one side of Spot and Jackal sat on the other.
"Everyone.Get.Out." Spot said through clenched teeth breathing deeply at each word. Raven stood up and chased everyone out of the room with her. Jackal went to move but Spot grabbed her arm. She looked at his crystalline eyes that were teary with pain.
"Jackal take it out."
"I..I can't." She stuttered staring at his torn up back.
"I'se beggin ya, It hoits so much I can't breathe....." He trailed off as he closed his eyes and two tiny tears escaped from him. Jackal's eyes widened as she realized how much suffering he was really going through, she had never heard him beg of anything from anyone, let alone cry in front of anyone even her. She ran her fingers through his dirty blonde hair and kissed his forehead. She studied his back for a moment before reaching for the first tiny piece of glass, his muscles tensed instantly and she pulled back, took a deep breathe and reached for it. Spot bit his lip in pain, ripping it letting his own blood seep into his mouth. Jackal tossed the piece of glass into the empty basin, hearing it clank against the side and plop into the bottom. Each time she pulled another piece of glass out, she remembered the resonating sound of them filling the empty container. Spot's back muscles grew more tense as the moments passed and the pain kept growing never once stopping or permitting a moment of peace. Jackal looked to his pain stricken face and took in a sharp breath as her lip quivered and two watery tears fell from her eyes. The tears continued to cloud her vision as they flowed down her cheeks fiercely. Spot's eyes let his own silent tears fall while her digging out of the glass continued. As she pulled the last piece out and threw it into the now full of glass container, a sob escaped her lips and she ran from the bunkroom.
"I...I...can't finish the rest....I...I" She stuttered as her sobbing interrupted her speech and she stared at her blood stained hands. Raven rushed over to her, grabbing a cloth on the way and quickly wiped the wet blood from her hands. Raven left the cloth in Jackal's hands and walked slowly into the bunkroom, she continued until she reached Spot's bedside. Picking up the rag, she dipped it in the lukewarm water and gently pressed it onto the bleeding gashes. Spot moaned in pain, as Raven cleared the blood away. Blink stepped into the bunkroom with the whiskey and new bandages. Blink handed the items to Raven, and then disappeared from the bunkroom. Ravy released a breath and dipped a rag in the alcohol. She touched one of the cuts gently and Spot roared with pain. She continued as each of his screams filled her ears. A slow single tear fell as she placed clean bandages over his cuts and Spot passed out from the pain.
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Spot came rushing back into the room with the hot water; he began pouring it slowly into the tub. Jackal watched the water slosh into the large container, letting it wash away the hard memory from her eyes. Spot walked over to the door and stopped, staring at Raven's ghostly pale face and sighing.
"Go...she'll be fine." Jackal murmured and Spot left the room quietly. Spot walked his way into the bunkroom and leaned his body heavily against the wall. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit a match, placed the white rolled tobacco in his mouth and shrouded it with his hand took a breath allowing the match to ignite the cigarette. He pulled it from his mouth and released a white cloud of smoke from his lips, letting it form patterns in the air. The activity in the room had by now stopped sensing the nervousness of their leader.
"Uh...Spot everyt'in all right?" Shiner inquired looking up from his poker hand a cigarette dangling from his lips. His silvery gray eyes studying Spot's demeanor at the moment, his platinum hair shining in the moonlight, giving him the appearance of an immortal angel.
"Ravy's heah." Spot spoke the words between the cigarette dangling from his lips. Another Brooky with toned red hair turned around slowly, his light brown eyes staring at Spot.
"Ravy? Don't she belong in Hattan?" He asked.
"Not right now Grip.... She needs ta stay heah fa awhile." The red head he called Grip nodded.
"Ya mean ta tell me dat Ravy's heah? Where have I been? God have I been in Brooklyn too long." A young girl of thirteen with deep brown hair and eyes to match said from in between the two Brooky's.
"Yea Miracle...she's heah." Spot said a little agitated.
"Ya mean me bruddah's goil Ravy?" Spot flinched at the connected between Raven and Jack, knowing that it was no more.
"Yea da infamous couple of Jack and Raven, who can faget dey'se tageddah?" Tabloid said with a laugh. His dark hair and deep eyes made you think he was of European decent, he was ruggedly handsome and had a smile that made every woman swoon.
"SHADDUP ALL A YAS!!! SHE AIN'T HEAH FA A VISIT!!! SHE'S HEAH CUZ JACK'S GONE!" The room fell silent except for Miracle.
"WHADDA YA MEAN ME BRUDDAH'S GONE!!!!" Miracle shot up from her seat and was in an instant two inches from Spot's face.
"EXACTLY WHAT I SAID MIRACLE!!! JACK FLEW DA COUP!!! HE'S IN SANTA FE!"
"STOP LYIN TA ME CONLON!!!"
"FA ONCE I AIN'T LYIN TA YA SHRIMP!!! NOW GET OUTTA ME FACE!" Miracle shoved Spot back into the wall, he grabbed her wrists and flung her back onto the wall. At that moment Shiner jumped up and started to pry Spot off of Miracle. Tabloid was already pulling Miracle back by her waist and Grip was tugging Spot's arm back.
"LET GO A ME!!!!" Miracle shrieked.
"YA PRETTY DAMN LUCKY DAT ME ARMS ARE HELD BACK GOIL!"
"CAN IT PUPPY!" Miracle spat at him. Spot began to charge forward, but was pulled back by his loyal Brooky's. His sky blue eyes burning with fury at the young woman in front of him. Spot shrugged his boys off of him and exited the bunkroom with the crash of the door.
"Miracle ya bettah watch it....I mean dis whole Raven t'ing's got him all in a twist ya know?" Tabloid said to her.
"SHADDUP TAB!" Miracle shouted and stormed across the room crashing on a random bunk.
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Oracle stared wide-eyed at the paper on the ground of the lodging house bunkroom as did all the newsboys. Instantaneously they all agreed upon the same thing in their heads, charge for the paper. Each and every one of them jumped up and ran diving for the white ball crumpled on the floor, and each crashing into one another with groans of pain and yells of frustration, except Oracle holding the paper high above her head and screaming and jumping with joy. Oracle skipped over to Swifty's bunk and jumped onto it landing Indian style, she carefully unfolded the paper and opened in wide, flopping it out and placing it in her lap. Swifty tip toed over to her and sitting next to her with his arm around her waist, read over her shoulder. All the boys crowded around the bunk.
"Well Duh! It says everyt'in we already know guys, he's in Santa Fe, met up with Jesse James and laves? um...no ...wait loves Raven, yea loves her." Oracle rushed out at a mile a minute.
"Hold on" Swifty shouted.
"What?"
"How'd ya read dat scribbled out crap?" Swifty asked amazed.
"I have super vision!" She held her index fingers to the tips of her thumbs and placed the circles over her eyes making her look like a disturbed beetle.
"WAIT HOLD ON!!!" Skittery shot out.
"What?" Oracle said impatiently.
"Met up wit who?" Race said wide-eyed.
"Jesse James." Oracle said nonchalantly. She looked at the paper again and then dropped her mouth open in ultimate shock.
"JESSE JAMES! HE'S GONNA GET HIMSELF KILLED!"
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Jack strolled into the bank casually, walking up to the counter and leaning his elbow onto it pressing his handsome face slowly to the cage.
"Good aftahnoon Sir."
"Yes young man, how can I help you?" Jack looked past him for a moment and noticed a perfectly sketched wanted poster of himself behind the clerk and mentally rolled his eyes at this moron's stupidity.
"Well ya see I'd like ta make a withdrawal." Jack said straightening up and reaching into his back pocket.
"Name please."
"Jack Kelly." That was the cue, Colin slowly strolled into the bank followed closely by Jesse, each of them coming in close by either one of Jack's sides.
"Jack Kelly. Funny I think I've heard that name before."
"Really ya don't say?" Jack retorted, and sent Jesse a "how stupid can this guy get" look.
"Jeez Jack dis guy don't know an outlaw when he's meeting him." Jesse said perfectly relaxed.
"Shoah don't." Colin said pulling his silver gun out of his pocket.
"Now mistah, can I please have my withdrawal." Jack's face was right up against the cage as he smiled at the man's fear. In an instant Jack and Jesse had both whipped their guns out as well and all three outlaws had them aimed on the teller before them. The man shook with fear as he reached under the counter and begin piling the money into the bag, more money than any newsie would every imagine to see in his or her lifetime.
"Your takin an awfully long time there....." Jesse said with a sigh.
"I mean the sheriff should be hear any second, hurry up just a little." Jack suggested with a nudge of his gun.
"Screw that!" Colin shouted. Jack glared at him until his face lit up in an amazing smile. Jack lifted his gun to the ceiling and pulled the trigger, the bullet soared through the ceiling letting plaster and debris fall on top of them. Jesse grabbed the teller's shirt collar and pulled him forward.
"Listen good, hurry up or get a shot like that right into your heart." He jammed his gun into the man's chest and then flung him backward. The teller thrust the bag at Colin and the three of them charged out the door. Jack turned around quickly tipped his hat and said "Much obliged" before running out after Colin and Jesse. They hopped on their stallions and began to gallop into the distance when Jesse started to pull back, without Colin or Jack noticing. Jesse turned his head and saw the sniper on the roof of the grocery store, made a swift nod and trotted in the opposite direction. As Jack's horse trotted away, the sniper zeroed in on him and pulled the trigger. Jack let go of the reins and grabbed his shoulder where the bullet had gone through. He flipped over backwards and landed on the floor clutching his arm, crimson spurted from it wildly covering him in deep blood. A searing, ripping pain enveloped him as he clutched his open wound, tears blinded him and a silent scream filled his lips. Colin pulled his horse to a halt and turned and watched Jesse ride off in the opposite direction.
"THAT BASTARD SET ME UP!!!" Jack screamed to Colin. Colin went to climb down but saw the sheriff coming straight at Jack, his horse pranced nervously, showing Colin's exact emotions.
"COLIN GET OUTTA HEAH! GO!" Jack tried to stand but in an instant was seized but the sheriff. Colin kicked his horse hard, and began galloping away into the sun. Dust kicked up behind the horse in thick patches causing Jack to choke. The sheriff pulled a struggling Jack Kelly away from the center of the town and dragged him to the sheriff's office. In one swift motion he was tossed into a one-roomed dirty cell, the last thing he heard were the bars slamming closed behind him.
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Jackal sat on the edge of the bed staring at her withered friend. Raven slowly opened her eyes and tried to weakly smile at her.
"I'm a mess huh?"
"Shoah are goily." Jackal replied smiling. She then pulled a piece of bread out from behind her back and tossed it to Raven, who caught it. Raven stared at it before looking sorrowfully at Jackal.
"Just try k?" Jackal patted her foot on top of the old sheet and walked out of the room, leaving the door open a crack. Raven continued to stare at that one little piece of bread that to her looked humongous. She ripped off a small corner and began to nibble slowly beginning her grueling healing process that would not only heal her body but her heart.
"um....Ravy?" Raven looked over at the doorway and saw a few familiar heads pop into the room. Miracle charged into the room first, hopping onto the bed in one huge leap, Raven forced a smile and hugged her.
"Heya Raves!" Shiner and Grip said smiling as they entered the room.
"Why good mornin Miss Ravy." Tabloid the charmer said, taking her hand and kissing it.
"Oh god Tab go shove yer bullshit up someone else's ass." Tab laughed lightly and hugged her as well.
"Shouldn't you boys and MIRACLE be out sellin yer papes?" Raven inquired.
"Oh yea....um...dose little t'ings." Tab said as he backed towards the door of the room, Shiner and Grip began to exit also and soon they zipped out of their faster than a bullet. Miracle still hadn't moved from Raven's side and was staring at her looking like she was about to burst like an over ripe tomato all over the bed.
"What?" Raven's voice was as weak as her body.
"I'm in love."
Raven sat up with shock written all over her face. "Dat's not a good idea Miracle. Ya know how protective HE is of ya."
"Ovahprotective is more like it." Miracle flopped into Ravy's lap, and the older girl began to smooth the younger ones brown tresses through her hands "He's so dreamy. His eyes are like crystals dat shine in da sun. His hair like a chocolate in da hot sun. I have ta write dat down. It's so poetry."
Miracle quickly jumped up and scrambled for a pen and paper as Raven's eyes practically jumped out of her head.
"Miracle." Raven looked at the girl who's dark eyes shone with excitement. She looked up tossing her braided hair over her shoulder.
"Uh huh?"
"Is it Spot?" Miracle frowned.
"Yeah. Why?"
"He loves Jackal."
"No......"
"Yea....I mean.....Miracle just don't do nothin stupid."
"Fine..."
"MIRACLE!" Raven boomed surprisingly strong for her state.
"FINE!" Miracle jumped off the bed and ran out of the room. Raven rolled her eyes at the younger Kelly and flopped back onto her pillow.
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Spot slung an around Jackal's shoulders as he stood at the head of the line at the Brooklyn Distribution office. Tabloid fell right behind him followed by Shiner and Grip, the higher ranking and highly trusted Brooklyn boys stood at Spot Conlon's side always, pouncing like a tiger at anyone or anything that threatened or defied his authority. The window opened and Spot stepped up, slammed his two bits on the counter and grabbed his papers. He waited for his girl and the both walked scanning the paper together before Spot halted suddenly, dropping his mouth into an extremely wide O, he ran his hand over his mouth as he scanned his eyes over the words that made up this article.
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Racetrack sat on the edge of the distribution line, letting his feet dangle over. He took a puff of his cigar as he turned the page. His eye caught the article immediately.
"HOLY SHIT!!! GET YER PAPES NOW!! ALL A YAS!!! YA STUPID BUMS!!!! PAGE 12!!!! READ IT!!!!" He jumped up screaming and waving the paper in a mad frenzy. Immediately every single Manhattan newsie rushed to the office window piling on top of one another in a mad dash for the "outrageous" article. Oracle rolled her eyes as she pushed through each of them and ended up at the head of the line.
"Heya 60 papes." She placed her money in front of the distributor and smiled when he handed her the papers. "T'anks." She walked away from the window and jumped off the paper ramp, sitting on a nearby crate. To humor Race she turned to page twelve and couldn't believe her eyes.
AMERICAN OUTLAW JACK KELLY IN CUSTODY!
After months of searching for the newest accomplice to the criminal Jesse James authorities found him in the town of Santa Fe, New Mexico, where it is believed him and his gang were stationed all a long. After a successful bank robbery, where Jack Kelly and his accomplices held the clerk at gunpoint, an unusual source alerted the Sheriff as to the whereabouts of Mr. Kelly. It is believed the source was Jesse James but it can't be proven. A trained gun artist shot Jack Kelly late yesterday afternoon and he is now in his rightful place, jail.
Oracle shot out of her seat and ran out of the distribution center, she let her feet carry her to the Brooklyn Bridge where she slammed into a familiar little girl.
"MIRACLE!"
"ORACLE!" Miracle quickly wiped her tears away as she stared at the Manhattanite.
"DID YOU SEE DIS!! YOUR BRUDDAH IS A COMPLETE MORON!!!" Oracle shoved the paper into Miracle's hands and watched as she skimmed the words of the article. Miracle dropped the paper and grabbed the bridge railing and tried to fling herself over, Oracle grabbed the girls waist and began to tug her back, the battle went on as Miracle tried to go over and Oracle pulled behind. Spot came flying across the bridge followed by Jackal, he saw the commotion near the edge and hurried his pace as did Jackal who wasn't far behind. When he reached them he grabbed Miracle and lifted her easily to the ground.
"WHAT THE HEL...." His words were cut off by Miracle's lips upon his, too shocked to move his eyes widened before realization kicked in and he shoved her away.
"YOU FUCKING LITTLE GIT!" Jackal screamed and lunged at the younger girl, slamming her into the ground. The two girls began rolling on the floor, pulling hair and punching ruthlessly.
"ENOUGH!" Spot boomed as he pried Jackal off of her. "You" He pointed at Miracle. "Back to Manhattan NOW!"
"But Spot..."
"NOW!" Oracle grabbed Miracle's arm and began dragging her back to the borough the former Manhattan leader's sister called home.
"I don't see how you got your name Jackal. Your more of a Jackass!" Miracle screamed as Oracle tugged her arm forcefully towards Manhattan. Jackal started forward but Spot wrapped his arms firmly around Jackal's waist and pulled her back.
"CONLON LET GO A ME!!!! LET ME KILL HER PUNY ASS!" Spot flung her around to face him and let his lips drape over hers, slowly probing his tongue into her moth. Jackal slipped her arms gently around his neck and let herself get lost in his perfect kiss.
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The doctor slammed Jack onto the old dirty bed and began probing his fingers into the open gunshot wound. Jack screamed in anguish and blood covered him and everywhere around him. The doctor shoved a rag into Jack's mouth to erase his horrifying screams. He continued his probing deep within the boy's flesh, hitting muscle and bone, searching for the bullet that had shot into Jack. Jack's muffled screams filled the cell.
"HOLD HIM!" The doctor yelled, and the sheriff ran inside to pin jack down to the old mattress. The doctor continued his search with Jack's arm's for that one little tiny bullet that seemed so deep into his muscles, as he searched, Jack's muscles ripped and tore with the pulling and twisted of the doctors fingers, until suddenly the doctor yanked his fingers out of the wound. Jack opened his mouth, dropping the rag, and yelled in agonizingly pure tormented pain.
"Got it." The doctor announced. Jack lay there on the bed, in his own blood, panting and in a deep cold sweat. The doctor showed Jack the bullet and handed it to him. He began bandaging the outlaw up and left him alone.
Time is a fickle thing and as most people know it heals all wounds and with time Raven will heal hers, maybe even more quickly than anyone else's.
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Yea ya are.
Jack: no I'se not
Yea ya are
Jack: no I'se not
Yea ya are
Jack: no I'se not
Yea ya are..............
Paris: I'm so glad you like my fic!...I know that it is kinda graphic but hey I couldn't help it, there are some touching moments hehe. In a future chapter there will something more of their past. JUST FOR YOU!
Chicago: YAY! MY FIC HAS BEEN CALLED AWESOME! hey is Jesse james really your cousin? seriously that is sooooooo cool SELF INSERTION IS AWESOME. Jack is sooooooooooooooooooooo bad.
Jack: I'se not dat bad...
Yea ya are.
Jack: no I'se not.
Yea ya are.
Jack: no I'se not.
AND THE ARGUING CONTINUES......
Spot kicked the Brooklyn Lodging house door open and hurried inside.
"JACKAL!!! Some help!" He yelled up the staircase and he began climbing quickly, Raven was shaking in his arms, the light wind reached within her thin skin and brought her to a chilling cold that Spot didn't know how to cure. Raven laid in a soft unconsciousness in his arms. Jackal burst out of Spot's room quickly, her green eyes flashed with worry.
"HOLY SHIT! What happened ta her?" Jackal cried.
"No time ta explain now..." He shoved through the open doorway and into his private washroom. Jackal followed close behind, her long blonde hair trailing behind almost like a golden curtain. Spot took off his shirt and wrapped Raven in it as added warmth.
"SPOT GET OUT!!! Go boil some water downstairs......she looks like she hasn't washed in weeks." Spot laid Raven in the claw foot tub and rushed out of the room. Jackal's eyes darted to the scars covering Spot's back, deep, jagged lines, some holes covered it in an unusual pattern. She turned away and took Raven's hand, kneeled beside tub and stared long and hard at her face. It was as though all color and life were drawn from the once spunky, defiant girl she knew. Time moves slowly in desperate situations and thoughts that come into your mind during that time span are usually not pleasant ones, thoughts of hard times come back to you, times of a similar situation, between you and the one you love, and Jackal was thinking back to those times between her and Spot, times she wanted to forget. Jack and Raven had gone through this before, but he always came back, this time it didn't look as though a happy ending would occur.
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The lobby of the Manhattan lodging house was barren of all life except for three figures waiting there. Raven had lodged herself against the railing of the staircase and had lit a cigarette that she eagerly drained the nicotine from. Jackal and Spot were seated on the very worn out couch, Jackal positioned comfortably on Spot's lap. Spot had his feet resting lightly on the old coffee table in the center of the room, carefully lodged between the dozens of empty and half-full beer bottles filling it. A tension carried itself fluently throughout the room, mounting with the seconds, coming closer with each ticking of the old clock on Kloppman's desk. Slowly the front door began to open. Raven stood rigidly, straightening herself up to her full height, and the couple on the sofa turned their heads to the door. Jack inched his way in the door, stumbling on his way in. When he caught Raven's eyes he halted, feeling her agitation mount.
"Wheah were ya?" Raven spoke slowly and coldly to him the tone of her voice matching that of the emotion in her eyes.
"Out Ravy." Jack stated as he walked closer to her, upon reaching her she smelt the alcohol on his lips and breath, she pulled her head back in disgust, and shoved him away from her.
"Your drunk...AGAIN." Her anger was rising, and Jackal began to sense it as she tapped Spot and they moved to a standing position.
"I just wanted ta go and have a good time Rave, what's wrong in dat?"
"WHAT'S WRONG WIT' DAT IS YA ALWAYS COME BACK HEAH DRUNK OFF YER ASS!" Raven yelled inching closer to him.
"SHOAH ITS OK WHEN YOU GO OUT AND DRINK YASELF INTA OBLIVION BUT WHEN I DO IT DEAH'S A WHOLE NUDDAH STORY!" Jack's anger mixed with his drinking was not a good combination, he shared his father's drunken qualities, a short and easily triggered temper.
"I DON'T DO IT ALMOST EVERY NIGHT! YOUS BEEN OUT EVERY SINGLE NIGHT DIS WEEK AND YA COME HOME DA SAME WAY, STUTTERIN AND SLOBBERIN ALL OVAH YASELF!"
"IT'S MY BUSINESS WHAT I DO! NOT YERS DOLL!"
"I AIN'T YER GODDAMN DOLL!" Raven shoved him sharply backward stepping towards him, and in return Jack did the same to her.
"HEY!" Spot boomed and jumped in the middle of the them.
"DIS AIN'T YER PLACE CONLON!" Jack shoved Spot out of the way, slamming him into Jackal. Spot went to charge at Jack but Jackal held firmly onto him as Spot struggled to be released. Raven and Jack continued there bickering and as it continued they gradually woke up the entire Lodging house, carefully each Manhattanite walked down the staircase to watch the commotion downstairs.
"Spot...he's drunk! let it go! GODAMN IT LET IT GO!" Jackal pleaded with him, but in the end it was no use. Spot broke from her grip and tackled Jack to the ground.
"BOYS STOP IT!" Jackal and Raven cried out together and hurried over to the wrestling match in the center of the room. Spot was ruthlessly punching Jack repeatedly in the face, cracking of his nose could be heard and the distinct sound of ripping flesh, but still he continued to punch. Finally Jack got out of his daze and flung Spot off of him causing him to smash onto the beer filled coffee table. A sickening crunch was heard as the bottles broke and the wood cracked causing Spot to grunt as he smashed into the floor, then a scream filled the air, a scream full of burning and bone chilling pain, rattling everyone's brain. Everyone froze, silence. A single hot tear slid out of the corner of Spot's eye as the pain grew in intensity, the burning from the alcohol making his skin seem on fire. Jack got on all fours and spit the blood from his mouth, looked at Spot lying on the crushed mass of the table, got to his feet and fled the lodging house slamming the door on his way out. Spot felt each tiny piece of glass sharply in his skin, feeling them lodge themselves comfortably into the crevices of his epidermis.
"Ravy help me..." Jackal turned to the other girl, who noticed a fleeting fear in the other's eyes. Oracle flew down the stairs and joined the other two girls. Miracle stood all the head of the line of newsies watching in shock as all three women helped Spot to his feet, he made a painful growl and gasped for air. Slowly they reached the bunkroom. Racetrack cleared his bed immediately and they laid Spot down on his stomach.
"Race get me a scissah, Mush get some hot wawtah and clean rags, Blink get some of dat old whiskey Klopp keeps hidden in da kitchen." Ravy spoke softly but demanding ordering the boys to do as told. Each one of them took off for their respective posts.
"Da scissahs are missin Ravy...." Race returned looking forlorn. Raven nodded and turned back to Spot who had his eyes winced tightly in pain, sweat forming on his brow.
"Ok.....Jackal hold him down...Oracle grab one side of da shoit." Oracle and Jackal did as told and Raven took her post. "When I say so pull Oracle, and don't stop fa nothin got dat." Oracle nodded. "PULL!" Oracle and raven tugged the shirt in the two direction causing it to tear, Spot thrashed as the shirt nicked the glass in his body making them move but not pop out of his skin. Slowly the shirt ripped in two making Raven and Oracle fall to the floor on their butt's. Raven scurried back to Spot's side and covered her mouth at the gruesome sight of Spot's back, it looked more like shredded meat then someone's skin. Oracle took one look at the shape of Spot and passed out. Her boyfriend at the time, Pie Eater, rushed over, picked Oracle up and placed her in his bunk. Spot took a deep breathe and folded his arms underneath himself, spreading out the deep cuts as much as possible, letting the glass shards loosen from their positions. Another hot tear slid from his eyes as the pain mounted and grew. New blood seeped from the cuts, making the dirty sheets turn an ugly shade of reddened brown. Mush came running in with the hot water and rags, he also brought and extra bowl and announced "it's for the glass." Raven took a seat on one side of Spot and Jackal sat on the other.
"Everyone.Get.Out." Spot said through clenched teeth breathing deeply at each word. Raven stood up and chased everyone out of the room with her. Jackal went to move but Spot grabbed her arm. She looked at his crystalline eyes that were teary with pain.
"Jackal take it out."
"I..I can't." She stuttered staring at his torn up back.
"I'se beggin ya, It hoits so much I can't breathe....." He trailed off as he closed his eyes and two tiny tears escaped from him. Jackal's eyes widened as she realized how much suffering he was really going through, she had never heard him beg of anything from anyone, let alone cry in front of anyone even her. She ran her fingers through his dirty blonde hair and kissed his forehead. She studied his back for a moment before reaching for the first tiny piece of glass, his muscles tensed instantly and she pulled back, took a deep breathe and reached for it. Spot bit his lip in pain, ripping it letting his own blood seep into his mouth. Jackal tossed the piece of glass into the empty basin, hearing it clank against the side and plop into the bottom. Each time she pulled another piece of glass out, she remembered the resonating sound of them filling the empty container. Spot's back muscles grew more tense as the moments passed and the pain kept growing never once stopping or permitting a moment of peace. Jackal looked to his pain stricken face and took in a sharp breath as her lip quivered and two watery tears fell from her eyes. The tears continued to cloud her vision as they flowed down her cheeks fiercely. Spot's eyes let his own silent tears fall while her digging out of the glass continued. As she pulled the last piece out and threw it into the now full of glass container, a sob escaped her lips and she ran from the bunkroom.
"I...I...can't finish the rest....I...I" She stuttered as her sobbing interrupted her speech and she stared at her blood stained hands. Raven rushed over to her, grabbing a cloth on the way and quickly wiped the wet blood from her hands. Raven left the cloth in Jackal's hands and walked slowly into the bunkroom, she continued until she reached Spot's bedside. Picking up the rag, she dipped it in the lukewarm water and gently pressed it onto the bleeding gashes. Spot moaned in pain, as Raven cleared the blood away. Blink stepped into the bunkroom with the whiskey and new bandages. Blink handed the items to Raven, and then disappeared from the bunkroom. Ravy released a breath and dipped a rag in the alcohol. She touched one of the cuts gently and Spot roared with pain. She continued as each of his screams filled her ears. A slow single tear fell as she placed clean bandages over his cuts and Spot passed out from the pain.
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Spot came rushing back into the room with the hot water; he began pouring it slowly into the tub. Jackal watched the water slosh into the large container, letting it wash away the hard memory from her eyes. Spot walked over to the door and stopped, staring at Raven's ghostly pale face and sighing.
"Go...she'll be fine." Jackal murmured and Spot left the room quietly. Spot walked his way into the bunkroom and leaned his body heavily against the wall. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit a match, placed the white rolled tobacco in his mouth and shrouded it with his hand took a breath allowing the match to ignite the cigarette. He pulled it from his mouth and released a white cloud of smoke from his lips, letting it form patterns in the air. The activity in the room had by now stopped sensing the nervousness of their leader.
"Uh...Spot everyt'in all right?" Shiner inquired looking up from his poker hand a cigarette dangling from his lips. His silvery gray eyes studying Spot's demeanor at the moment, his platinum hair shining in the moonlight, giving him the appearance of an immortal angel.
"Ravy's heah." Spot spoke the words between the cigarette dangling from his lips. Another Brooky with toned red hair turned around slowly, his light brown eyes staring at Spot.
"Ravy? Don't she belong in Hattan?" He asked.
"Not right now Grip.... She needs ta stay heah fa awhile." The red head he called Grip nodded.
"Ya mean ta tell me dat Ravy's heah? Where have I been? God have I been in Brooklyn too long." A young girl of thirteen with deep brown hair and eyes to match said from in between the two Brooky's.
"Yea Miracle...she's heah." Spot said a little agitated.
"Ya mean me bruddah's goil Ravy?" Spot flinched at the connected between Raven and Jack, knowing that it was no more.
"Yea da infamous couple of Jack and Raven, who can faget dey'se tageddah?" Tabloid said with a laugh. His dark hair and deep eyes made you think he was of European decent, he was ruggedly handsome and had a smile that made every woman swoon.
"SHADDUP ALL A YAS!!! SHE AIN'T HEAH FA A VISIT!!! SHE'S HEAH CUZ JACK'S GONE!" The room fell silent except for Miracle.
"WHADDA YA MEAN ME BRUDDAH'S GONE!!!!" Miracle shot up from her seat and was in an instant two inches from Spot's face.
"EXACTLY WHAT I SAID MIRACLE!!! JACK FLEW DA COUP!!! HE'S IN SANTA FE!"
"STOP LYIN TA ME CONLON!!!"
"FA ONCE I AIN'T LYIN TA YA SHRIMP!!! NOW GET OUTTA ME FACE!" Miracle shoved Spot back into the wall, he grabbed her wrists and flung her back onto the wall. At that moment Shiner jumped up and started to pry Spot off of Miracle. Tabloid was already pulling Miracle back by her waist and Grip was tugging Spot's arm back.
"LET GO A ME!!!!" Miracle shrieked.
"YA PRETTY DAMN LUCKY DAT ME ARMS ARE HELD BACK GOIL!"
"CAN IT PUPPY!" Miracle spat at him. Spot began to charge forward, but was pulled back by his loyal Brooky's. His sky blue eyes burning with fury at the young woman in front of him. Spot shrugged his boys off of him and exited the bunkroom with the crash of the door.
"Miracle ya bettah watch it....I mean dis whole Raven t'ing's got him all in a twist ya know?" Tabloid said to her.
"SHADDUP TAB!" Miracle shouted and stormed across the room crashing on a random bunk.
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Oracle stared wide-eyed at the paper on the ground of the lodging house bunkroom as did all the newsboys. Instantaneously they all agreed upon the same thing in their heads, charge for the paper. Each and every one of them jumped up and ran diving for the white ball crumpled on the floor, and each crashing into one another with groans of pain and yells of frustration, except Oracle holding the paper high above her head and screaming and jumping with joy. Oracle skipped over to Swifty's bunk and jumped onto it landing Indian style, she carefully unfolded the paper and opened in wide, flopping it out and placing it in her lap. Swifty tip toed over to her and sitting next to her with his arm around her waist, read over her shoulder. All the boys crowded around the bunk.
"Well Duh! It says everyt'in we already know guys, he's in Santa Fe, met up with Jesse James and laves? um...no ...wait loves Raven, yea loves her." Oracle rushed out at a mile a minute.
"Hold on" Swifty shouted.
"What?"
"How'd ya read dat scribbled out crap?" Swifty asked amazed.
"I have super vision!" She held her index fingers to the tips of her thumbs and placed the circles over her eyes making her look like a disturbed beetle.
"WAIT HOLD ON!!!" Skittery shot out.
"What?" Oracle said impatiently.
"Met up wit who?" Race said wide-eyed.
"Jesse James." Oracle said nonchalantly. She looked at the paper again and then dropped her mouth open in ultimate shock.
"JESSE JAMES! HE'S GONNA GET HIMSELF KILLED!"
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Jack strolled into the bank casually, walking up to the counter and leaning his elbow onto it pressing his handsome face slowly to the cage.
"Good aftahnoon Sir."
"Yes young man, how can I help you?" Jack looked past him for a moment and noticed a perfectly sketched wanted poster of himself behind the clerk and mentally rolled his eyes at this moron's stupidity.
"Well ya see I'd like ta make a withdrawal." Jack said straightening up and reaching into his back pocket.
"Name please."
"Jack Kelly." That was the cue, Colin slowly strolled into the bank followed closely by Jesse, each of them coming in close by either one of Jack's sides.
"Jack Kelly. Funny I think I've heard that name before."
"Really ya don't say?" Jack retorted, and sent Jesse a "how stupid can this guy get" look.
"Jeez Jack dis guy don't know an outlaw when he's meeting him." Jesse said perfectly relaxed.
"Shoah don't." Colin said pulling his silver gun out of his pocket.
"Now mistah, can I please have my withdrawal." Jack's face was right up against the cage as he smiled at the man's fear. In an instant Jack and Jesse had both whipped their guns out as well and all three outlaws had them aimed on the teller before them. The man shook with fear as he reached under the counter and begin piling the money into the bag, more money than any newsie would every imagine to see in his or her lifetime.
"Your takin an awfully long time there....." Jesse said with a sigh.
"I mean the sheriff should be hear any second, hurry up just a little." Jack suggested with a nudge of his gun.
"Screw that!" Colin shouted. Jack glared at him until his face lit up in an amazing smile. Jack lifted his gun to the ceiling and pulled the trigger, the bullet soared through the ceiling letting plaster and debris fall on top of them. Jesse grabbed the teller's shirt collar and pulled him forward.
"Listen good, hurry up or get a shot like that right into your heart." He jammed his gun into the man's chest and then flung him backward. The teller thrust the bag at Colin and the three of them charged out the door. Jack turned around quickly tipped his hat and said "Much obliged" before running out after Colin and Jesse. They hopped on their stallions and began to gallop into the distance when Jesse started to pull back, without Colin or Jack noticing. Jesse turned his head and saw the sniper on the roof of the grocery store, made a swift nod and trotted in the opposite direction. As Jack's horse trotted away, the sniper zeroed in on him and pulled the trigger. Jack let go of the reins and grabbed his shoulder where the bullet had gone through. He flipped over backwards and landed on the floor clutching his arm, crimson spurted from it wildly covering him in deep blood. A searing, ripping pain enveloped him as he clutched his open wound, tears blinded him and a silent scream filled his lips. Colin pulled his horse to a halt and turned and watched Jesse ride off in the opposite direction.
"THAT BASTARD SET ME UP!!!" Jack screamed to Colin. Colin went to climb down but saw the sheriff coming straight at Jack, his horse pranced nervously, showing Colin's exact emotions.
"COLIN GET OUTTA HEAH! GO!" Jack tried to stand but in an instant was seized but the sheriff. Colin kicked his horse hard, and began galloping away into the sun. Dust kicked up behind the horse in thick patches causing Jack to choke. The sheriff pulled a struggling Jack Kelly away from the center of the town and dragged him to the sheriff's office. In one swift motion he was tossed into a one-roomed dirty cell, the last thing he heard were the bars slamming closed behind him.
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Jackal sat on the edge of the bed staring at her withered friend. Raven slowly opened her eyes and tried to weakly smile at her.
"I'm a mess huh?"
"Shoah are goily." Jackal replied smiling. She then pulled a piece of bread out from behind her back and tossed it to Raven, who caught it. Raven stared at it before looking sorrowfully at Jackal.
"Just try k?" Jackal patted her foot on top of the old sheet and walked out of the room, leaving the door open a crack. Raven continued to stare at that one little piece of bread that to her looked humongous. She ripped off a small corner and began to nibble slowly beginning her grueling healing process that would not only heal her body but her heart.
"um....Ravy?" Raven looked over at the doorway and saw a few familiar heads pop into the room. Miracle charged into the room first, hopping onto the bed in one huge leap, Raven forced a smile and hugged her.
"Heya Raves!" Shiner and Grip said smiling as they entered the room.
"Why good mornin Miss Ravy." Tabloid the charmer said, taking her hand and kissing it.
"Oh god Tab go shove yer bullshit up someone else's ass." Tab laughed lightly and hugged her as well.
"Shouldn't you boys and MIRACLE be out sellin yer papes?" Raven inquired.
"Oh yea....um...dose little t'ings." Tab said as he backed towards the door of the room, Shiner and Grip began to exit also and soon they zipped out of their faster than a bullet. Miracle still hadn't moved from Raven's side and was staring at her looking like she was about to burst like an over ripe tomato all over the bed.
"What?" Raven's voice was as weak as her body.
"I'm in love."
Raven sat up with shock written all over her face. "Dat's not a good idea Miracle. Ya know how protective HE is of ya."
"Ovahprotective is more like it." Miracle flopped into Ravy's lap, and the older girl began to smooth the younger ones brown tresses through her hands "He's so dreamy. His eyes are like crystals dat shine in da sun. His hair like a chocolate in da hot sun. I have ta write dat down. It's so poetry."
Miracle quickly jumped up and scrambled for a pen and paper as Raven's eyes practically jumped out of her head.
"Miracle." Raven looked at the girl who's dark eyes shone with excitement. She looked up tossing her braided hair over her shoulder.
"Uh huh?"
"Is it Spot?" Miracle frowned.
"Yeah. Why?"
"He loves Jackal."
"No......"
"Yea....I mean.....Miracle just don't do nothin stupid."
"Fine..."
"MIRACLE!" Raven boomed surprisingly strong for her state.
"FINE!" Miracle jumped off the bed and ran out of the room. Raven rolled her eyes at the younger Kelly and flopped back onto her pillow.
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Spot slung an around Jackal's shoulders as he stood at the head of the line at the Brooklyn Distribution office. Tabloid fell right behind him followed by Shiner and Grip, the higher ranking and highly trusted Brooklyn boys stood at Spot Conlon's side always, pouncing like a tiger at anyone or anything that threatened or defied his authority. The window opened and Spot stepped up, slammed his two bits on the counter and grabbed his papers. He waited for his girl and the both walked scanning the paper together before Spot halted suddenly, dropping his mouth into an extremely wide O, he ran his hand over his mouth as he scanned his eyes over the words that made up this article.
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Racetrack sat on the edge of the distribution line, letting his feet dangle over. He took a puff of his cigar as he turned the page. His eye caught the article immediately.
"HOLY SHIT!!! GET YER PAPES NOW!! ALL A YAS!!! YA STUPID BUMS!!!! PAGE 12!!!! READ IT!!!!" He jumped up screaming and waving the paper in a mad frenzy. Immediately every single Manhattan newsie rushed to the office window piling on top of one another in a mad dash for the "outrageous" article. Oracle rolled her eyes as she pushed through each of them and ended up at the head of the line.
"Heya 60 papes." She placed her money in front of the distributor and smiled when he handed her the papers. "T'anks." She walked away from the window and jumped off the paper ramp, sitting on a nearby crate. To humor Race she turned to page twelve and couldn't believe her eyes.
AMERICAN OUTLAW JACK KELLY IN CUSTODY!
After months of searching for the newest accomplice to the criminal Jesse James authorities found him in the town of Santa Fe, New Mexico, where it is believed him and his gang were stationed all a long. After a successful bank robbery, where Jack Kelly and his accomplices held the clerk at gunpoint, an unusual source alerted the Sheriff as to the whereabouts of Mr. Kelly. It is believed the source was Jesse James but it can't be proven. A trained gun artist shot Jack Kelly late yesterday afternoon and he is now in his rightful place, jail.
Oracle shot out of her seat and ran out of the distribution center, she let her feet carry her to the Brooklyn Bridge where she slammed into a familiar little girl.
"MIRACLE!"
"ORACLE!" Miracle quickly wiped her tears away as she stared at the Manhattanite.
"DID YOU SEE DIS!! YOUR BRUDDAH IS A COMPLETE MORON!!!" Oracle shoved the paper into Miracle's hands and watched as she skimmed the words of the article. Miracle dropped the paper and grabbed the bridge railing and tried to fling herself over, Oracle grabbed the girls waist and began to tug her back, the battle went on as Miracle tried to go over and Oracle pulled behind. Spot came flying across the bridge followed by Jackal, he saw the commotion near the edge and hurried his pace as did Jackal who wasn't far behind. When he reached them he grabbed Miracle and lifted her easily to the ground.
"WHAT THE HEL...." His words were cut off by Miracle's lips upon his, too shocked to move his eyes widened before realization kicked in and he shoved her away.
"YOU FUCKING LITTLE GIT!" Jackal screamed and lunged at the younger girl, slamming her into the ground. The two girls began rolling on the floor, pulling hair and punching ruthlessly.
"ENOUGH!" Spot boomed as he pried Jackal off of her. "You" He pointed at Miracle. "Back to Manhattan NOW!"
"But Spot..."
"NOW!" Oracle grabbed Miracle's arm and began dragging her back to the borough the former Manhattan leader's sister called home.
"I don't see how you got your name Jackal. Your more of a Jackass!" Miracle screamed as Oracle tugged her arm forcefully towards Manhattan. Jackal started forward but Spot wrapped his arms firmly around Jackal's waist and pulled her back.
"CONLON LET GO A ME!!!! LET ME KILL HER PUNY ASS!" Spot flung her around to face him and let his lips drape over hers, slowly probing his tongue into her moth. Jackal slipped her arms gently around his neck and let herself get lost in his perfect kiss.
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The doctor slammed Jack onto the old dirty bed and began probing his fingers into the open gunshot wound. Jack screamed in anguish and blood covered him and everywhere around him. The doctor shoved a rag into Jack's mouth to erase his horrifying screams. He continued his probing deep within the boy's flesh, hitting muscle and bone, searching for the bullet that had shot into Jack. Jack's muffled screams filled the cell.
"HOLD HIM!" The doctor yelled, and the sheriff ran inside to pin jack down to the old mattress. The doctor continued his search with Jack's arm's for that one little tiny bullet that seemed so deep into his muscles, as he searched, Jack's muscles ripped and tore with the pulling and twisted of the doctors fingers, until suddenly the doctor yanked his fingers out of the wound. Jack opened his mouth, dropping the rag, and yelled in agonizingly pure tormented pain.
"Got it." The doctor announced. Jack lay there on the bed, in his own blood, panting and in a deep cold sweat. The doctor showed Jack the bullet and handed it to him. He began bandaging the outlaw up and left him alone.
Time is a fickle thing and as most people know it heals all wounds and with time Raven will heal hers, maybe even more quickly than anyone else's.
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Yea ya are.
Jack: no I'se not
Yea ya are
Jack: no I'se not
Yea ya are
Jack: no I'se not
Yea ya are..............