He smirked and then proceeded to lead me up a stair case, he turned and put
a slender finger to his well defined lips and indicated that the staircase
was squeaky, and to not wake the boys.
I nodded my head slowly, now I don't know what actually possessed me to follow this good-looking stranger, maybe it was his eyes. We reached the third story quickly and there was only one room, one bedroom that is. I thought he meant that I would get a room to myself, but no-- he opened the door and revealed one bed in the corner.
He turned around and smirked again. Oh, so suddenly it hit me-he was not going to give me somewhere to sleep, he meant. EW! My eyes widened and I pulled my knee up forward, for at that time he was facing me. His eyes rolled back into his head and his mouth opened in an unheard gasp of pain. I proceeded to punch him on his jaw, more forcefully than I intended however. The boy hit the wall and slid down into a heap on the floor, he was unconscious.
I flew down the stairs as fast and lightly as I could but as soon as I stepped on the pavement, I realized, where was I going to hide in Brooklyn? Where was I going to stay? I looked back at the lodge, and then it dawned on me, I could stay up on the roof, my dress was far too stand out-ish as well, I'd need to change it.
I then entered the lodge again, and lightly trod up the stairs back to the room with my possible attacker. I opened the door, and searched the room for extra clothing, and found a pair of pants and one faded green button down shirt. "I've got a new life, I better start acting like I have." I heard a groan; the boy rolled over onto his stomach, his eyes opened slowly, saw me and said very softly-"what da hell did ya do dat for?" then he slipped back into unconsciousness
Since he was asleep, I changed into the shirt and pants in his presence and stuffed my blue dress into a bag I saw on the bed in the corner and then climbed easily out of the window and up the fire escape onto the roof.
I laid my new bag under my head, and slept peacefully until the next morning, loud shouts woke me up
"IMA KILL 'ER!" said someone directly below me
I rubbed my eyes judging by where the sun was it was around 7 am
I slowly climbed down the fire escape without noise and used my balance to swing half way upside down and observe the commotion unseen.
There were four guys in the room where that rugged boy was, he was sitting on the bed in the corner I presume. but I couldn't see him without shoving my head inside the room, which I was not going to do. A guy with a hat on was saying something, I concentrated and caught enough of the dialogue to understand what the topic was. me.
"Look, Spot-jist cause you got ya mind on a goil don mean ya gotta send alla New York ta find ha'"
"It ain't about dat Jack, she hit me, and stole soma me clothes. I'se da leadah of Brooklyn, I cant have nothing spreadin round dat a goil got da best o' Spot Conlons!" said the voice in the corner.
"Yea well, we'll keepa eye out for ha' but what does she look like?"
"she ain't nothin ugly, 'n she's a quick one ta say da least, she's got dat yella hair, 'n bluey eyes, bit sho't too" Spot sat and mused a second- "She stole me green shoit 'n a pair a me brown pants, dat'll probably be what she's wearin"
I had heard enough, the rugged boy was Spot Conlon, "Dammit" I muttered under my breath, and then Spot's voice said, "SH! Did you'se guys heah anything" "It's probably a boid Spot-ya know dat ting dat 'as wings 'n fly's around da big buildins?" said the boy with the hat
Spot had heard me, so I decided to yet again 'flee the scene' and as quietly as possible agilely swung back upright and climbed down the fire escape and when I got to the first floor I heard someone opening a window on the third floor "CRAP!" I said loudly, and then I heard Spot, "IM telling you'se guys I heah sometin! And it aint no damn boid!"
Luckily for me however (the first time luck had been bestowed on me gah!) the bars of the fire escape were large and crisscrossing. Even if he saw the green and brown ensemble of his, he'd think it was the street below. I stood very still and waited for five minutes, I thought I heard the window start to close but when I turned, he was there, standing in all his Brooklyn leader glory, there stood Spot Conlon.
His eyes burned with ire, and there was a glint of triumph in them too, and something else I cannot describe, something new I hadn't seen in a long time-was it. no. it wasn't. He had left someone at the window to make sure nothing down on the ground was moving, while he himself went down to investigate.
I started to back away, and he grabbed my hands, "Nice ta see ya doll face, didn't tink ya'd be dis bold 'n stay heah, right unda me nose, or radda, right above it!" he snickered to himself. I pulled my signature move-groin hit!
And BAM he was going down like a bowling ball
Before he could call out, I wrapped my hand around his mouth and came up behind him, I don't know how I was doing this, but I suppose I was acting on instinct. I grabbed both of his hands in my right hand with my left hand on his lips. I said softly, "Don't move Spot-" he cut me off, his voice muffled through my fingers, "Or what? You'll hug me ta death?"
I realized that this was pretty much what it looked like. my arm was tightly around him. as soon as I realized this I dug my nails into his hand lightly, just to show I wasn't in the mood for him to be flippant with me.
No one came out to help him; he was Spot Conlon, if he said he was going somewhere alone, you let him go alone. Plus they knew it was a girl that Spot was going after on the fire escape, and so they thought he could handle himself. Spot thought he had it all in control, but perhaps he needed to get it through his head that I was a fighter, and had no intention of getting slapped around.
I looked at my resources around the alley, I saw some rope. but how was I going to get it without him making some noise, or me losing my advantage?
I thought about running for my life, or going for the rope.I decided that it was the best choice to run however. I banged his head on the metal fire escape, dashed for my life down the alley, and out onto the street filled with the early morning bustle.
I slowed down as soon as I got to the other side of the road, I knew that Spot and his gang or friend would be on the lookout for a girl in a green shirt and brown pants, and running for her life. I ran into the nearest respectable place where I could change back into my dress.
I saw a restaurant, Marco's grill, it looked clean enough, so I walked in, went to a back room, and changed back into my blue dress. I looked in the mirror that was conveniently positioned in the back room, my hair was in disarray, disheveled from my sprint down the alley and into the street.
I combed my fingers through my blonde hair a few times and smoothed it out onto my shoulders
When I walked out of the back and into the front of the restaurant, I noticed that the cowboy hat guy was in the front leaning over a table, I could just barely hear what they were saying, "Yea, so she bangs Spot's head on da fiah escape 'n takes off lika jack rabbit down da street! I aint seen 'er meself but Spot says she's quite da looka," he finished smugly. He was however unfortunately blocking the only exit out of the restaurant, I cleared my throat loudly.
The guy turned and looked me up and down, as he met my eyes, I lifted an eyebrow, "Are you going to stand there all day?"
"Nah, nah. uh scuse me," he said and tried to back up, he tripped on the chair behind him and landed on his butt, I couldn't repress the smile that sprang to my lips, but not in scorn in true jest.
I leant a hand to help him up, he took it but 'accidentally' pulled me down with him, I punched him on the shoulder, "What in the world was that for?" "I did'n mean to I swear on me mudda's grave,"
"Hey Jack-boy ya mudda aint dead yet!" I heard a familiar voice say
SHIT!
There stood my opponent, with his red suspenders and plaid shirt-there stood Spot Conlon, immediately I hid my face, and turned around, facing away from him, pretending I dropped something, I looked to see where I could dash to.
I nodded my head slowly, now I don't know what actually possessed me to follow this good-looking stranger, maybe it was his eyes. We reached the third story quickly and there was only one room, one bedroom that is. I thought he meant that I would get a room to myself, but no-- he opened the door and revealed one bed in the corner.
He turned around and smirked again. Oh, so suddenly it hit me-he was not going to give me somewhere to sleep, he meant. EW! My eyes widened and I pulled my knee up forward, for at that time he was facing me. His eyes rolled back into his head and his mouth opened in an unheard gasp of pain. I proceeded to punch him on his jaw, more forcefully than I intended however. The boy hit the wall and slid down into a heap on the floor, he was unconscious.
I flew down the stairs as fast and lightly as I could but as soon as I stepped on the pavement, I realized, where was I going to hide in Brooklyn? Where was I going to stay? I looked back at the lodge, and then it dawned on me, I could stay up on the roof, my dress was far too stand out-ish as well, I'd need to change it.
I then entered the lodge again, and lightly trod up the stairs back to the room with my possible attacker. I opened the door, and searched the room for extra clothing, and found a pair of pants and one faded green button down shirt. "I've got a new life, I better start acting like I have." I heard a groan; the boy rolled over onto his stomach, his eyes opened slowly, saw me and said very softly-"what da hell did ya do dat for?" then he slipped back into unconsciousness
Since he was asleep, I changed into the shirt and pants in his presence and stuffed my blue dress into a bag I saw on the bed in the corner and then climbed easily out of the window and up the fire escape onto the roof.
I laid my new bag under my head, and slept peacefully until the next morning, loud shouts woke me up
"IMA KILL 'ER!" said someone directly below me
I rubbed my eyes judging by where the sun was it was around 7 am
I slowly climbed down the fire escape without noise and used my balance to swing half way upside down and observe the commotion unseen.
There were four guys in the room where that rugged boy was, he was sitting on the bed in the corner I presume. but I couldn't see him without shoving my head inside the room, which I was not going to do. A guy with a hat on was saying something, I concentrated and caught enough of the dialogue to understand what the topic was. me.
"Look, Spot-jist cause you got ya mind on a goil don mean ya gotta send alla New York ta find ha'"
"It ain't about dat Jack, she hit me, and stole soma me clothes. I'se da leadah of Brooklyn, I cant have nothing spreadin round dat a goil got da best o' Spot Conlons!" said the voice in the corner.
"Yea well, we'll keepa eye out for ha' but what does she look like?"
"she ain't nothin ugly, 'n she's a quick one ta say da least, she's got dat yella hair, 'n bluey eyes, bit sho't too" Spot sat and mused a second- "She stole me green shoit 'n a pair a me brown pants, dat'll probably be what she's wearin"
I had heard enough, the rugged boy was Spot Conlon, "Dammit" I muttered under my breath, and then Spot's voice said, "SH! Did you'se guys heah anything" "It's probably a boid Spot-ya know dat ting dat 'as wings 'n fly's around da big buildins?" said the boy with the hat
Spot had heard me, so I decided to yet again 'flee the scene' and as quietly as possible agilely swung back upright and climbed down the fire escape and when I got to the first floor I heard someone opening a window on the third floor "CRAP!" I said loudly, and then I heard Spot, "IM telling you'se guys I heah sometin! And it aint no damn boid!"
Luckily for me however (the first time luck had been bestowed on me gah!) the bars of the fire escape were large and crisscrossing. Even if he saw the green and brown ensemble of his, he'd think it was the street below. I stood very still and waited for five minutes, I thought I heard the window start to close but when I turned, he was there, standing in all his Brooklyn leader glory, there stood Spot Conlon.
His eyes burned with ire, and there was a glint of triumph in them too, and something else I cannot describe, something new I hadn't seen in a long time-was it. no. it wasn't. He had left someone at the window to make sure nothing down on the ground was moving, while he himself went down to investigate.
I started to back away, and he grabbed my hands, "Nice ta see ya doll face, didn't tink ya'd be dis bold 'n stay heah, right unda me nose, or radda, right above it!" he snickered to himself. I pulled my signature move-groin hit!
And BAM he was going down like a bowling ball
Before he could call out, I wrapped my hand around his mouth and came up behind him, I don't know how I was doing this, but I suppose I was acting on instinct. I grabbed both of his hands in my right hand with my left hand on his lips. I said softly, "Don't move Spot-" he cut me off, his voice muffled through my fingers, "Or what? You'll hug me ta death?"
I realized that this was pretty much what it looked like. my arm was tightly around him. as soon as I realized this I dug my nails into his hand lightly, just to show I wasn't in the mood for him to be flippant with me.
No one came out to help him; he was Spot Conlon, if he said he was going somewhere alone, you let him go alone. Plus they knew it was a girl that Spot was going after on the fire escape, and so they thought he could handle himself. Spot thought he had it all in control, but perhaps he needed to get it through his head that I was a fighter, and had no intention of getting slapped around.
I looked at my resources around the alley, I saw some rope. but how was I going to get it without him making some noise, or me losing my advantage?
I thought about running for my life, or going for the rope.I decided that it was the best choice to run however. I banged his head on the metal fire escape, dashed for my life down the alley, and out onto the street filled with the early morning bustle.
I slowed down as soon as I got to the other side of the road, I knew that Spot and his gang or friend would be on the lookout for a girl in a green shirt and brown pants, and running for her life. I ran into the nearest respectable place where I could change back into my dress.
I saw a restaurant, Marco's grill, it looked clean enough, so I walked in, went to a back room, and changed back into my blue dress. I looked in the mirror that was conveniently positioned in the back room, my hair was in disarray, disheveled from my sprint down the alley and into the street.
I combed my fingers through my blonde hair a few times and smoothed it out onto my shoulders
When I walked out of the back and into the front of the restaurant, I noticed that the cowboy hat guy was in the front leaning over a table, I could just barely hear what they were saying, "Yea, so she bangs Spot's head on da fiah escape 'n takes off lika jack rabbit down da street! I aint seen 'er meself but Spot says she's quite da looka," he finished smugly. He was however unfortunately blocking the only exit out of the restaurant, I cleared my throat loudly.
The guy turned and looked me up and down, as he met my eyes, I lifted an eyebrow, "Are you going to stand there all day?"
"Nah, nah. uh scuse me," he said and tried to back up, he tripped on the chair behind him and landed on his butt, I couldn't repress the smile that sprang to my lips, but not in scorn in true jest.
I leant a hand to help him up, he took it but 'accidentally' pulled me down with him, I punched him on the shoulder, "What in the world was that for?" "I did'n mean to I swear on me mudda's grave,"
"Hey Jack-boy ya mudda aint dead yet!" I heard a familiar voice say
SHIT!
There stood my opponent, with his red suspenders and plaid shirt-there stood Spot Conlon, immediately I hid my face, and turned around, facing away from him, pretending I dropped something, I looked to see where I could dash to.