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November 1898. Gang's Hideout. New York
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"Okay, this is it," Audrey whispered to the surrounding group, "I had Sydney ask Grant for an accomplice in stealing dinner so we could be alone. Turns out that he is working for the Angels."
"Damn it! I knew there was something fishy with that boy!" Dan swore.
"So we do 'im in?" Mikey asked smiling evilly. Mike was homicidal and eager for bloodshed. Audrey nodded.
"But we keep Syd outta dis," Jimmy said sternly.
"Right, no Sydney, she couldn't handle it anyway," Audrey clarified.
"Shit der commin," Dan exclaimed as the door opened. Sydney and Grant came in, their hands full of food, laughing hysterically.
"You stole all dat?"
Grant explained through his laughing, "Sydney goes up to these nuns and starts crying and saying that her parents were terribly sick, and, and her, her parents, and her 7 brothers and sisters had nothing to eat. And, that her parents sent her to steal some bread, but she couldn't bring herself to steal from honest people, but she couldn't let her family starve, so she didn't know what to do."
Sydney had finally overcome her laughter, "So the nuns got all the food they could find and gave it to us! They told us to come back if we needed them again!" The two resumed their laughter; this time joined with the rest of the group.
For the rest of the week Sydney and someone from the gang went to visit the nuns for some dinner. It wasn't as adventurous as stealing, but the gang had Grant to worry about.
Sydney came home early one day after conning some people out of money. 'I'm glad we decided to stay here Christi,' Sydney thought to her friend.
'Yea. me too,' Christi lied. Christi however wasn't glad they were still with the gang. Sydney almost never talked to her unless they were alone and there was absolutely nothing to do, which was rare.
Sydney stopped suddenly. "I don't know what you guys are talking about. I would never betra.!" He was cut short with a gunshot.
'Was that Grant's voice?' Christi asked as Sydney crept into the alleyway, careful to stay hidden. She stopped dead in her tracks to see Grant lying on the ground, a puddle dark red liquid surrounding his limp body. Tears started down Sydney's face, a wave of nausea hit her. She looked up to see who could have done such a ghastly deed, and found Mikey standing over Grant, a gun in his hand and a satisfied look on his face. She turned to the others, only to see the rest of her 'family'.
Jimmy was the first to break the silence, "Let's go guys, Sydney will be wondering where we are." The group started out to the main street. Sydney ran as fast as she could. Knowing it would look suspicious if they arrived home before she did. She had barely shut the door and caught her breath when everyone filed in. Sydney tried to act like everything was normal, but Jimmy noticed something was wrong.
"What's wrong?" Jimmy asked, pulling Sydney aside as everyone headed to bed.
"Um. nothing," Sydney lied.
"Syd," Jimmy persisted.
"I, I saw you guys in the alley and I saw Grant," Sydney tried to hold back tears, "I saw everything!"
"Shit, well Syd. I dunno what ta say."
"I want out," Sydney said quietly.
"Out?"
"Yea."
"Okay, but you gotta stay till tomorrow. Don't tell no one else dat. 'Else you'se end up like Grant."
Sydney stared at Jimmy in horror, "End up like Grant?"
"You can't jist leave," Jimmy explained, "You'se know too much. Dey'll kill ya. Da only place you'se safe is back at you'se old home, in New Mexico."
"No!" Sydney and Christi exclaimed.
"You ain't got no choice," Jimmy said sternly, "You'se leavin tomorrow. Now got to bed." Sydney nodded and went to her room.
The next morning Jimmy woke Sydney up early before anyone else. They went to the train station and snuck her on a train headed to New Mexico. The train was pulling out of the station when Dan and Mikey walked up behind Jimmy.
"What's she doing?" Mikey asked, pointing to Sydney.
"She wanted out," Jimmy said uncertainly.
"She knows too much," Dan exclaimed.
"Where's da train goin?" Mikey persisted.
"Can't tell ya, come on, she ain't gonna tell no one. Jist let 'er go," Jimmmy pleaded.
Sydney watched from the train as Jimmy tried to explain the situation to Dan and Mikey. So far it looked like they might just let her go. But suddenly, out of no where, Mikey pulled out his switchblade and stabbed Jimmy in the stomach.
"See dat lil' goil!" he screamed in Sydney's direction, "You'se killed Jimmy! And if you evah come back, we'll kill you too!"
Sydney curled into a ball, sobbing silently to herself. "I killed Jimmy. If it wasn't for me he would still be alive. It's all my fault! I killed him! I killed him! I killed."
"You didn't kill Jimmy!" Christi interrupted, "Mikey killed him, not you. Mikey's the murderer. Go to sleep Syd, it will make you feel better." Sydney nodded and went into a deep sleep. The past few days had really worn her out.
November 1898. Gang's Hideout. New York
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"Okay, this is it," Audrey whispered to the surrounding group, "I had Sydney ask Grant for an accomplice in stealing dinner so we could be alone. Turns out that he is working for the Angels."
"Damn it! I knew there was something fishy with that boy!" Dan swore.
"So we do 'im in?" Mikey asked smiling evilly. Mike was homicidal and eager for bloodshed. Audrey nodded.
"But we keep Syd outta dis," Jimmy said sternly.
"Right, no Sydney, she couldn't handle it anyway," Audrey clarified.
"Shit der commin," Dan exclaimed as the door opened. Sydney and Grant came in, their hands full of food, laughing hysterically.
"You stole all dat?"
Grant explained through his laughing, "Sydney goes up to these nuns and starts crying and saying that her parents were terribly sick, and, and her, her parents, and her 7 brothers and sisters had nothing to eat. And, that her parents sent her to steal some bread, but she couldn't bring herself to steal from honest people, but she couldn't let her family starve, so she didn't know what to do."
Sydney had finally overcome her laughter, "So the nuns got all the food they could find and gave it to us! They told us to come back if we needed them again!" The two resumed their laughter; this time joined with the rest of the group.
For the rest of the week Sydney and someone from the gang went to visit the nuns for some dinner. It wasn't as adventurous as stealing, but the gang had Grant to worry about.
Sydney came home early one day after conning some people out of money. 'I'm glad we decided to stay here Christi,' Sydney thought to her friend.
'Yea. me too,' Christi lied. Christi however wasn't glad they were still with the gang. Sydney almost never talked to her unless they were alone and there was absolutely nothing to do, which was rare.
Sydney stopped suddenly. "I don't know what you guys are talking about. I would never betra.!" He was cut short with a gunshot.
'Was that Grant's voice?' Christi asked as Sydney crept into the alleyway, careful to stay hidden. She stopped dead in her tracks to see Grant lying on the ground, a puddle dark red liquid surrounding his limp body. Tears started down Sydney's face, a wave of nausea hit her. She looked up to see who could have done such a ghastly deed, and found Mikey standing over Grant, a gun in his hand and a satisfied look on his face. She turned to the others, only to see the rest of her 'family'.
Jimmy was the first to break the silence, "Let's go guys, Sydney will be wondering where we are." The group started out to the main street. Sydney ran as fast as she could. Knowing it would look suspicious if they arrived home before she did. She had barely shut the door and caught her breath when everyone filed in. Sydney tried to act like everything was normal, but Jimmy noticed something was wrong.
"What's wrong?" Jimmy asked, pulling Sydney aside as everyone headed to bed.
"Um. nothing," Sydney lied.
"Syd," Jimmy persisted.
"I, I saw you guys in the alley and I saw Grant," Sydney tried to hold back tears, "I saw everything!"
"Shit, well Syd. I dunno what ta say."
"I want out," Sydney said quietly.
"Out?"
"Yea."
"Okay, but you gotta stay till tomorrow. Don't tell no one else dat. 'Else you'se end up like Grant."
Sydney stared at Jimmy in horror, "End up like Grant?"
"You can't jist leave," Jimmy explained, "You'se know too much. Dey'll kill ya. Da only place you'se safe is back at you'se old home, in New Mexico."
"No!" Sydney and Christi exclaimed.
"You ain't got no choice," Jimmy said sternly, "You'se leavin tomorrow. Now got to bed." Sydney nodded and went to her room.
The next morning Jimmy woke Sydney up early before anyone else. They went to the train station and snuck her on a train headed to New Mexico. The train was pulling out of the station when Dan and Mikey walked up behind Jimmy.
"What's she doing?" Mikey asked, pointing to Sydney.
"She wanted out," Jimmy said uncertainly.
"She knows too much," Dan exclaimed.
"Where's da train goin?" Mikey persisted.
"Can't tell ya, come on, she ain't gonna tell no one. Jist let 'er go," Jimmmy pleaded.
Sydney watched from the train as Jimmy tried to explain the situation to Dan and Mikey. So far it looked like they might just let her go. But suddenly, out of no where, Mikey pulled out his switchblade and stabbed Jimmy in the stomach.
"See dat lil' goil!" he screamed in Sydney's direction, "You'se killed Jimmy! And if you evah come back, we'll kill you too!"
Sydney curled into a ball, sobbing silently to herself. "I killed Jimmy. If it wasn't for me he would still be alive. It's all my fault! I killed him! I killed him! I killed."
"You didn't kill Jimmy!" Christi interrupted, "Mikey killed him, not you. Mikey's the murderer. Go to sleep Syd, it will make you feel better." Sydney nodded and went into a deep sleep. The past few days had really worn her out.