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Sara stared down at him with eyes full of adoration. Yet, she couldn't except this. She had vowed to not except this, though she had known the truth all along. "I l-love you too; but I can't..." She trailed off as he nodded.
"I know Sara. I know da whole story."
Striker was gaping at the two on the floor, Ace was still out cold, and Jaws was to preoccupied with Jack to notice the Soap Opera she was involved in. Duck frowned. This was too much for her to take at once.
"I'll get us outta heah. I got us in dis hell hole after all," She said stubbornly. "Specially since we gots injuries now."
Spot sat up and winced. He had severe shots of pain up and down his side and a headache to rival falling off the Brooklyn Bridge. He groaned.
"Hey! Maybe if you actually listen to me once, and sit still, it might not hurt so much," Sara teased and pushed him back down. Normally, he would have glared at her and sat up but he decided this wasn't the time to argue with her. "That's right. Just lie down until we can get out of here."
"Sara? Ya know I ain't like those boys dat did dat to ya. I woulda nevah done nothin like dat ta anyone," He whispered through split lips.
"Shh. Just be quiet," She said, trying desperately to change the subject.
"Don't do dat!"
"What?"
"Change the subject! Ya always do dat! Its da most annoyin thing I evah noticed!"
Sara grinned. "I do it just for you. We can talk about this later, Spot. You look like shit right now. So just let me make sure you and Ace are okay. Alright?"
Spot heatedly glared at her but obliged and sat still. Striker was already leaning over Ace. "Sara? Maybe ya bettah look at dis. He ain't to hot," She said fearfully.
Sara crawled toward the two and looked at Ace. If it was possible to get worse than death, Ace had gotten it. She sucked in a quick breath before standing quickly and pounding on the door.
"Tiger! Open the door! Right now! This is life and death Tiger. If you open the door you live, if you don't I kill you!" She screamed and slammed her side into the wall.
Tiger opened the door. "What are ya screamin about chick?"
Sara growled and clenched her fists at the pet name. "Ace is really hurt, Tiger. He needs a hospital. A real doctor or he WILL die."
Spot heard this and immediately rolled over towards his younger brother. Ace's face was a bloody mess and his nose and jaw were obviously shattered. His breath came in shallow, short, gasps. Spot touched his chest. His heart-beat was irregular and quick.
Striker's face was crimson and she had tears streaming down her face.
Tiger glared at Sara and then called Blackjack. The two struggled to find Ace in the dark room and eventually lifted him up.
"Awright. One 'a youse two can take him to a hospital. Which one'll it be?" Tiger's voice broke the loud silence.
Sara glanced at Spot. He couldn't go. He was to hurt to support Ace and his own weight. Jaws wouldn't leave without Jack, Race wouldn't leave without Sara, and Jack wanted to stay with Jaws. Striker would have to go with Ace.
"Striker? You have to go. You're our best chance and you care about him. Go," Sara said quietly. Striker glanced at the other girl. She knew when to argue and when not to argue. This was a time when you didn't argue.
She slid Ace's arm around her shoulder and exited the room.
Spot watched the two leave and jumped when Sara hurled herself against the wall and whimpered. Spot looked back at the door. Nothing seemed to be out of place. Blackjack was staring the crying form against the wall and then he smirked. He sauntered toward Sara and grabbed her face.
"Why haven't we met before ya little angel?" He hissed. Spot struggled to sit up but the breathe was crushed from his lungs by the pain in his chest.
"No. Just leave me alone!" Sara cried and put her face in her hands.
Flashback (Sara)
The wind whipped the girl's blonde hair around her face. It was late August and Sara was on her way home when the 4 boys grabbed her by the arms and tossed her into an alley.
"Why look at da angel wese gots ourselves boys! Ain't she jist a doll?" The leader snapped and forced his lips against her's. She whimpered and fought but couldn't stop them. They raped her and left her in the alley. Her brother, Josh, found her later brought her home. The only face that still held Sara's nightmares was the leader's. She didn't know his name but his face was unforgettable. He had dark brown hair and black eyes that were almost as cold as the East River in January.
Sara remembered that night as vividly as if it had just happened. She gained a sudden burst of strength and pushed Blackjack away from her. "You son of bitch!" She snapped violently and punched the boy again. "How many girls do you do that too? Or only the one's that have enough of a fight in them? How can you do that?"
Spot was staring at the two as they fought. Sara was kicking ass. Blackjack didn't even really try to fight. He eventually just left and Sara sat next to Spot.
"What da hell was dat Sara?" He asked skeptically. He had caught on to the situation. He knew what Blackjack had done but couldn't grasp what had made Sara get a burst of such fury.
"I don't want anyone else to go through what I did. Look what it's done to me. To us. I can't even sleep without seeing his vile face or taste his disgusting mouth!" She glared dangerously at the door. Spot smiled.
"I like dat. Youse a goil dat can fight." He then pulled her face down low enough to kiss her. She broke it and gave him a cold glare.
"I told you to sit still! Why does no one listen to me?"
"Hey I can tell ya dat! Youse to short an' pretty ta be taken seriously. I mean Sara, ya look like da average dumb blonde ya pick up in da street," Race answered.
"A whore?" Sara offered the word and then looked back down to Spot.
"NO! You ain't no whore. Ya just seem like da type a goil dat would be easy. But ya not."
Sara knew that normally you would take that as an insult but from Race it was just different. She knew he had meant no harm.
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Sara stared down at him with eyes full of adoration. Yet, she couldn't except this. She had vowed to not except this, though she had known the truth all along. "I l-love you too; but I can't..." She trailed off as he nodded.
"I know Sara. I know da whole story."
Striker was gaping at the two on the floor, Ace was still out cold, and Jaws was to preoccupied with Jack to notice the Soap Opera she was involved in. Duck frowned. This was too much for her to take at once.
"I'll get us outta heah. I got us in dis hell hole after all," She said stubbornly. "Specially since we gots injuries now."
Spot sat up and winced. He had severe shots of pain up and down his side and a headache to rival falling off the Brooklyn Bridge. He groaned.
"Hey! Maybe if you actually listen to me once, and sit still, it might not hurt so much," Sara teased and pushed him back down. Normally, he would have glared at her and sat up but he decided this wasn't the time to argue with her. "That's right. Just lie down until we can get out of here."
"Sara? Ya know I ain't like those boys dat did dat to ya. I woulda nevah done nothin like dat ta anyone," He whispered through split lips.
"Shh. Just be quiet," She said, trying desperately to change the subject.
"Don't do dat!"
"What?"
"Change the subject! Ya always do dat! Its da most annoyin thing I evah noticed!"
Sara grinned. "I do it just for you. We can talk about this later, Spot. You look like shit right now. So just let me make sure you and Ace are okay. Alright?"
Spot heatedly glared at her but obliged and sat still. Striker was already leaning over Ace. "Sara? Maybe ya bettah look at dis. He ain't to hot," She said fearfully.
Sara crawled toward the two and looked at Ace. If it was possible to get worse than death, Ace had gotten it. She sucked in a quick breath before standing quickly and pounding on the door.
"Tiger! Open the door! Right now! This is life and death Tiger. If you open the door you live, if you don't I kill you!" She screamed and slammed her side into the wall.
Tiger opened the door. "What are ya screamin about chick?"
Sara growled and clenched her fists at the pet name. "Ace is really hurt, Tiger. He needs a hospital. A real doctor or he WILL die."
Spot heard this and immediately rolled over towards his younger brother. Ace's face was a bloody mess and his nose and jaw were obviously shattered. His breath came in shallow, short, gasps. Spot touched his chest. His heart-beat was irregular and quick.
Striker's face was crimson and she had tears streaming down her face.
Tiger glared at Sara and then called Blackjack. The two struggled to find Ace in the dark room and eventually lifted him up.
"Awright. One 'a youse two can take him to a hospital. Which one'll it be?" Tiger's voice broke the loud silence.
Sara glanced at Spot. He couldn't go. He was to hurt to support Ace and his own weight. Jaws wouldn't leave without Jack, Race wouldn't leave without Sara, and Jack wanted to stay with Jaws. Striker would have to go with Ace.
"Striker? You have to go. You're our best chance and you care about him. Go," Sara said quietly. Striker glanced at the other girl. She knew when to argue and when not to argue. This was a time when you didn't argue.
She slid Ace's arm around her shoulder and exited the room.
Spot watched the two leave and jumped when Sara hurled herself against the wall and whimpered. Spot looked back at the door. Nothing seemed to be out of place. Blackjack was staring the crying form against the wall and then he smirked. He sauntered toward Sara and grabbed her face.
"Why haven't we met before ya little angel?" He hissed. Spot struggled to sit up but the breathe was crushed from his lungs by the pain in his chest.
"No. Just leave me alone!" Sara cried and put her face in her hands.
Flashback (Sara)
The wind whipped the girl's blonde hair around her face. It was late August and Sara was on her way home when the 4 boys grabbed her by the arms and tossed her into an alley.
"Why look at da angel wese gots ourselves boys! Ain't she jist a doll?" The leader snapped and forced his lips against her's. She whimpered and fought but couldn't stop them. They raped her and left her in the alley. Her brother, Josh, found her later brought her home. The only face that still held Sara's nightmares was the leader's. She didn't know his name but his face was unforgettable. He had dark brown hair and black eyes that were almost as cold as the East River in January.
Sara remembered that night as vividly as if it had just happened. She gained a sudden burst of strength and pushed Blackjack away from her. "You son of bitch!" She snapped violently and punched the boy again. "How many girls do you do that too? Or only the one's that have enough of a fight in them? How can you do that?"
Spot was staring at the two as they fought. Sara was kicking ass. Blackjack didn't even really try to fight. He eventually just left and Sara sat next to Spot.
"What da hell was dat Sara?" He asked skeptically. He had caught on to the situation. He knew what Blackjack had done but couldn't grasp what had made Sara get a burst of such fury.
"I don't want anyone else to go through what I did. Look what it's done to me. To us. I can't even sleep without seeing his vile face or taste his disgusting mouth!" She glared dangerously at the door. Spot smiled.
"I like dat. Youse a goil dat can fight." He then pulled her face down low enough to kiss her. She broke it and gave him a cold glare.
"I told you to sit still! Why does no one listen to me?"
"Hey I can tell ya dat! Youse to short an' pretty ta be taken seriously. I mean Sara, ya look like da average dumb blonde ya pick up in da street," Race answered.
"A whore?" Sara offered the word and then looked back down to Spot.
"NO! You ain't no whore. Ya just seem like da type a goil dat would be easy. But ya not."
Sara knew that normally you would take that as an insult but from Race it was just different. She knew he had meant no harm.
A/n-How'd you like it? Okay time for you guys to e-mail me because I am out of ideas. Please anyone who wants to help or has an idea of what should happen next...tell me now!