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Katie walked through the small apartment to the Collins's bedroom. Her stomach pitched as she saw the site of her close friends bloody and in pain, on the bed, alive. "I hope you enjoy the show me goil", Quick, paying his debts. "You can't get away with this Quick." "Oh and you want to try an' stop us?" Us, Katie thought to herself, Quick as friends? Four more boys came through the door. They took Katie's arms and held her tightly. She stood in the tight hold for almost two hours watching her adoptive parents get slowly tortured and killed by the one person she truly hated. "Quick STOP, I can't take this anymore!" Katie was close to crying but she kept repeating to herself, don't let him know you're sad. Make him feel your anger. This was bringing back memories of her father brutally murdering her mother. When it was all over Quick slowly walked over to Katie and kissed her. Katie tried to pull back but Quick shoved his knife into her shoulder forcefully. Before ripping it out of her flesh he said, "Alright anudda night wid me beautiful goil." "I never agreed to be yer goil Quick." Another stab, in the same spot. Before Quick knocked her out with the handle of his knife all she saw was the four boys behind them, grinning.
Katie woke up in the same bed she had the night she met Quick. That night, it was only two days away, it seemed like 2 years. She saw her clothes misplaced again. And looked over in Quick's direction, he was sleeping still. She noticed the knife next to the bedside. She smiled, picked up the knife and shoved it into Quick's stomach, his eyes opened with a sudden rush of pain. He tightened his jaw so he wouldn't scream, not manly. Katie continued to stab him until she got to the heart, and sunk the knife deep into his chest. She quickly got dressed and ran. To the one place she thought she could be safe. But when she got there, the four boys were waiting. She started to curse under her breath, in an Irish language the Collins's had taught her. She still had the knife at hand and when the boys lunged at her, she finished them off too.
She ran, and ran, and ran until she got to the place she had met Corky and Racetrack. It was in front of a lodging house called The Harbor. She figured at 3 in the morning they would still be sleeping. When she opened the door, a woman greeted her half asleep. "May I help you young lady?" She seemed nice, but Katie was hesitant at trusting anyone anymore. "Yes, I was wondering if you had any extra space for me?" "Why yes it just so happens that we do, one moment while I go get Wish." Moments later a girl with jet-black hair and big brown eyes, half shut walked down the stairs. "Hey-ya I'se Wish, I'se takin it you wanna stay heah?" "Yeah, I'se need a place to hide, stay." "You'se gotta name?" "Yeah its Katie. Well we'se gonna have to give you a newsie name, in case someones looking for yas. Come upstairs and I'se'll show you'se ya bunk and den you'se could prolly get two hours a sleep in. "Before what?" "You'se gotta sell da papes, carry da bannah." "Oh yeah, sorry, I had a rough night." "Its okay, your bunks right ovah dere." "Thanks," Katie was just glad to be in bed.
"Up, Up, Up," Katie could faintly here Wish screaming throughout the house. "Hey-ya Katie get up I'se gotta show you da goils and guys. Okay, dis is Corky; she's da odda leadah heah at da harbor. "Yeah, we've met," Corky was still asleep. And dis is Stress, she will show you da rest because she's always ready foist." Katie nodded. "Alright heah, let us begin. Since your dressed already, I'se takin it you don't have any oddah clothes you can find somethin when we get back. Anyways, what's ya name?" Katie sat blankly, "Oh its Katie, Katie Sullivan." Katie, being in the half asleep trance she was in tripped and fell over Corky's shoes that were lying on the ground. "Well you'se gonna need a newsie name and you'se just eoined da name Trip." "Oh t'anks so I'se always remembah da stupid stunt I pulled my foist day heah!" Stress laughed and led her to the extended part of the building. "Dis heah is da boys bunkroom. 'Ey ya Jack?" A tall boy with brown hair and brown eyes came out of the washroom. "Yes me love?," he exclaimed smiling at Stress. Trip knew already by the way they looked at each other they were in love. For one second Trip "Dis heah is Trip, ouah newest news goil." "Why, nice ta meet yas Trip. A boy just about the height of Jack walked out of the washroom moments later. He had jet black hair, like Trips and brown, almost black eyes. " 'Ey, Pie Eatah, come 'ere." He slowly walked over until he was in reach of Jack and Jack pulled him over by the shirt. "Dis 'ere is Trip, da newest news goil." "Hey Trip, it's a pleasure." Pie Eater took Trips hand and kissed the top of it lightly. Trip giggled. "Nice ta meet ya too Pie Eatah." Stress started to pull Trip away while a gawking Trip still stared at a Pie Eater. "'EY! 'Ello in dere. Trip!" "Oh sorry Stress," Trip couldn't help herself, Pie was so sweet, and so cute. "He likes you Trip, hes nevah been dat sweet to a goil since," Stress broke off , "since well evah. I bet ya he asks ya to be his goil by Friday!" Trip thought to herself, no one had ever treated plain old black haired, blue eyed Trip that way before. She felt the difference between Quick and Pie, maybe her life was beginning to change.
Katie walked through the small apartment to the Collins's bedroom. Her stomach pitched as she saw the site of her close friends bloody and in pain, on the bed, alive. "I hope you enjoy the show me goil", Quick, paying his debts. "You can't get away with this Quick." "Oh and you want to try an' stop us?" Us, Katie thought to herself, Quick as friends? Four more boys came through the door. They took Katie's arms and held her tightly. She stood in the tight hold for almost two hours watching her adoptive parents get slowly tortured and killed by the one person she truly hated. "Quick STOP, I can't take this anymore!" Katie was close to crying but she kept repeating to herself, don't let him know you're sad. Make him feel your anger. This was bringing back memories of her father brutally murdering her mother. When it was all over Quick slowly walked over to Katie and kissed her. Katie tried to pull back but Quick shoved his knife into her shoulder forcefully. Before ripping it out of her flesh he said, "Alright anudda night wid me beautiful goil." "I never agreed to be yer goil Quick." Another stab, in the same spot. Before Quick knocked her out with the handle of his knife all she saw was the four boys behind them, grinning.
Katie woke up in the same bed she had the night she met Quick. That night, it was only two days away, it seemed like 2 years. She saw her clothes misplaced again. And looked over in Quick's direction, he was sleeping still. She noticed the knife next to the bedside. She smiled, picked up the knife and shoved it into Quick's stomach, his eyes opened with a sudden rush of pain. He tightened his jaw so he wouldn't scream, not manly. Katie continued to stab him until she got to the heart, and sunk the knife deep into his chest. She quickly got dressed and ran. To the one place she thought she could be safe. But when she got there, the four boys were waiting. She started to curse under her breath, in an Irish language the Collins's had taught her. She still had the knife at hand and when the boys lunged at her, she finished them off too.
She ran, and ran, and ran until she got to the place she had met Corky and Racetrack. It was in front of a lodging house called The Harbor. She figured at 3 in the morning they would still be sleeping. When she opened the door, a woman greeted her half asleep. "May I help you young lady?" She seemed nice, but Katie was hesitant at trusting anyone anymore. "Yes, I was wondering if you had any extra space for me?" "Why yes it just so happens that we do, one moment while I go get Wish." Moments later a girl with jet-black hair and big brown eyes, half shut walked down the stairs. "Hey-ya I'se Wish, I'se takin it you wanna stay heah?" "Yeah, I'se need a place to hide, stay." "You'se gotta name?" "Yeah its Katie. Well we'se gonna have to give you a newsie name, in case someones looking for yas. Come upstairs and I'se'll show you'se ya bunk and den you'se could prolly get two hours a sleep in. "Before what?" "You'se gotta sell da papes, carry da bannah." "Oh yeah, sorry, I had a rough night." "Its okay, your bunks right ovah dere." "Thanks," Katie was just glad to be in bed.
"Up, Up, Up," Katie could faintly here Wish screaming throughout the house. "Hey-ya Katie get up I'se gotta show you da goils and guys. Okay, dis is Corky; she's da odda leadah heah at da harbor. "Yeah, we've met," Corky was still asleep. And dis is Stress, she will show you da rest because she's always ready foist." Katie nodded. "Alright heah, let us begin. Since your dressed already, I'se takin it you don't have any oddah clothes you can find somethin when we get back. Anyways, what's ya name?" Katie sat blankly, "Oh its Katie, Katie Sullivan." Katie, being in the half asleep trance she was in tripped and fell over Corky's shoes that were lying on the ground. "Well you'se gonna need a newsie name and you'se just eoined da name Trip." "Oh t'anks so I'se always remembah da stupid stunt I pulled my foist day heah!" Stress laughed and led her to the extended part of the building. "Dis heah is da boys bunkroom. 'Ey ya Jack?" A tall boy with brown hair and brown eyes came out of the washroom. "Yes me love?," he exclaimed smiling at Stress. Trip knew already by the way they looked at each other they were in love. For one second Trip "Dis heah is Trip, ouah newest news goil." "Why, nice ta meet yas Trip. A boy just about the height of Jack walked out of the washroom moments later. He had jet black hair, like Trips and brown, almost black eyes. " 'Ey, Pie Eatah, come 'ere." He slowly walked over until he was in reach of Jack and Jack pulled him over by the shirt. "Dis 'ere is Trip, da newest news goil." "Hey Trip, it's a pleasure." Pie Eater took Trips hand and kissed the top of it lightly. Trip giggled. "Nice ta meet ya too Pie Eatah." Stress started to pull Trip away while a gawking Trip still stared at a Pie Eater. "'EY! 'Ello in dere. Trip!" "Oh sorry Stress," Trip couldn't help herself, Pie was so sweet, and so cute. "He likes you Trip, hes nevah been dat sweet to a goil since," Stress broke off , "since well evah. I bet ya he asks ya to be his goil by Friday!" Trip thought to herself, no one had ever treated plain old black haired, blue eyed Trip that way before. She felt the difference between Quick and Pie, maybe her life was beginning to change.