Brooklyn's Heart
"Phase Two"
CH 19
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"So now what?"
"We do phase two."
"You think we should?"
"What do ya mean should we? Of course we are!"
"Well, I just thinks Spot's-"
"Don't matter what you tinks or what he does, we got to do this and that's final."
"If you're sure-"
"Of course I am! Now shaddup."
".."
".."
"Ya scared?"
"Hell ya! Spot gunna soak our ass's big time!"
Slash gulped. "Me too, Deep, me too."
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Kayla giggled as she pointed her bread stick at him, "Nuh ah uh. You gotta answer."
Spot groaned as he rolled his eyes, smiling. He tried to pull her closer across the seat in the booth but she batted his attempts away and moved farther, giggling. Fine. He folded his arms and whined, "Ah, come on. Do I have to?"
Kayla laughed and threw her stick at him. "Yes, you have to, now hurry up." Spot blocked the bread and mockingly glared at her. Finally submitting, he said, "Okay, okay. It happened when I was eight years old." At Kayla's knowing glance, he threw his hands up and said exasperated, "Alright. I was thirteen." Kayla threw her head back and began laughing. Spot just gave her a scolding look, and sulked as he yet again folded his hands in a huff.
"So, how did it happen?" Spot looked at her shocked, but then smirked as he half grinned triumphantly. "No, you only just said when not how."
Now Kayla folded her own arms, and gave him a warning look. After awhile Spot began to look around as if not noticing her and drummed his fingers on the table, whistling.
Irritated, Kayla clipped, "Now Brooklyn."
Spot stopped and swerved his eyes to hers, grinning. "Alrights, I'll tell ya." He motioned her forward as he leaned closer, eagerly. Kayla did so, but crossed her eyes, snorting, "You act like you had a choice if could or not."
Spot gave her admonishing look and replied, "I'm Spot Conlon. Of course I did."
Kayla raised her eyebrows, "Oh! You really think so?"
Spot acted like he didn't hear her and waved his hands down at her, shushing. "Shh, shh, shh. Shut-ups so I can tell ya-"
"Oh, you did not just tell me to-"
Spot widened his eyes at his mistake and quickly rose his hand to cup her cheek, smiled his god be damn charming smile, "I didn't mean it that way-"
Kayla still retaliated. "Oh, you better not have or-"
Spot covered her open mouth and said hastily, "Shush. Now let me tell the story." Kayla tentatively nodded. Spot grinned at her and slowly took his hand away, but when she motioned with her teeth to bite him he shook his other finger at her accusingly and purred, "Behave baby, or I don't tell."
Kayla seductively smiled and said innocently while winking, "I thought you liked it when I was a...bad girl." Spot growled leaning forward, as did she, and rested his nose against hers, "Ooh, don't tempt me baby." Kayla moved forward to nibble him again but he swiftly retreated and then tried to nip her lips back, except she expertly moved away.
She leaned against the seat of the booth, crossing her arms and smirked. "Please Brooklyn. Do not let me delay you any farther from your tale. It would thoroughly break my heart if I were intentionally doing so. So please."
She motioned her hand to him, and he grumbled, mocking her words, until finally he took a breath and began, "Ok, I was thirteen, not eight when I saw her. It was at a theater, like Medda's ya know? And she was one of dah dancers. I thought she was beautiful. I watched her all evenin'. After dah show though, as I was walking back, some one ran into me. We fell and as I got up I realized it was her. Oh, man I was speechless. Couldn't speak a damn word. But as I was sittin on my knees, lookin up at her she leaned down and kissed the side of my mouth and apologized, callin me sweetie. And then she left. And that was it."
Kayla stared.
And stared.
Spot began to squirm under the gaze, wondering why she didn't react the way he expected or didn't even react at all!
Kayla slowly raised her hand and leisurely covered mouth. Though, after a few minutes she then began to really let go. It began with a muffled snicker, then quiet snorts till finally she had to bring up her other hand and laugh full throttle. She giggled and giggled till she was almost chocking, and had to gulp down her water. But that didn't end it. After her glass of water and his, she still was laughing hardly.
Spot stared back open-mouthed. It had now been what? Ten minutes of this? Seriously now, take a breath and breathe. When Kayla began hitting the table lightly, Spot was able to wake up and break his stare. Irritated, he mumbled, "It ain't that funny."
Kayla immediately stopped and cooed, placing a humble look on her face and thumbed away his furrowed brow. "Ah, sweetie, you are just too cute sometimes."
Spot gave her a fleeting look though glanced away, not giving in so easily and pouted. "But I don't want to be cute, and make ya just laugh." He looked then at her, the familiar gleam in his eyes, as he flashed her his famous grin. "I want to be damn sexy and make ya shout and scream my name over and over."
Kayla instinctively took her hand away, gasping 'oh' as her eyes glistened with a far away gaze, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she recalled past 'times' and future fantasies; becoming lost in their world. Remembering where her body was, not swirling in the mist of pleasure and bliss, she shook out of their world and seductively traced his lips, before humming, "How about we go back to the lodge house and see how many times I can make you scream and shout and come, Brooklyn?"
Spot involuntarily groaned as he looked at her untamed eyes. Whispering slowly, he replied gruffly, "I don't care where the hell we are baby's, as long as there's a you there and a me there and a whole lot of that screamin' involved, it fine by me."
They quickly leaned forward, having a hard kiss before swiftly moving out of the booth. Spot hastily emptied the lunch bill out of his pockets across the table, calling a swift goodbye to the Celino's in the back before grabbing Kayla's hand and leading her speedily back to the lodge house in a apparent rush.
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Kayla moaned again as he drew another lazy pattern on her shoulder. She was resting her head across his chest, lying on her side, as he held her close. She loved moments like these, these romantic times cuddling and holding. Too tired and satisfied to only lie down and just hold each other, their sweaty bodies close and warm.
Even though her breathing was long and cool, she wasn't asleep he realized as she yet again moaned. So, Spot quietly, as though not to disturb the reverence around them, asked, "So baby, how was yer foist kiss?"
With her eyes still closed, she smiled. "You were there."
Spot chocked, lurching forward, looking at her flabbergasted. "You're jokin. I couldn't have been your foist kiss-"
Kayla giggled as she sat up, letting the black sheets fall to her waist. "Yes, I am only kidding."
Spot grinned relieved as he fell back against his pillow. Wait, why was he relieved? He should be mad that other men touched her right? Well yes he was, but he liked knowing that she had indeed been tasted by others but now realized he was the best of them all, knowing he truly was as good as he everyone knew him to be. Wouldn't matter now anyways, he thought grinning. None of them are gonna be touchin her anytime soon. She was all his. And that certain man may have been primary in one thing, but obviously wasn't the first in others. Smirk. He left one hand trailing against her revealed back and placed the other one behind his head, involuntarily tensing his chest and arm muscles as he moved, making Kayla stare, spellbound.
Kayla grinned as she traced his hard chest. She loved it of him. So smooth and soft to the touch yet such power was beneath it all. She wondered if he was this strong a few years back, maybe at the age fourteen or fifteen. She looked up into his face as he watched her touch him. Yes, she could tell he was just as dominate then as he was now, but superior. She gazed down entranced, her brow furrowed as she concentrated on following the curves and dips of the muscles. When she felt a cool touch at her forehead, she looked up surprised. Spot smiled warmly as he smoothed her forehead. "You think too hard."
Kayla smiled back and nodded. "Yes, and I guess you wouldn't know how that would feel huh?"
Spot clutched his heart and whispered, "You wounded me pretty face. Ahh, you wounded me big time. How will I eve'-"
Kayla swatted his stomach lightly with her finger, and laughed quietly. "Ah, shush you, or I am not going to tell."
Spot immediately sobered and nodded gravely. "Yes ma'am." Kayla smiled and folded her arms across his chest, resting her head on her hands. She twinkled her eyes at him as she grinned mischievously. "Well, I was nine years old when I participated in my very first kiss." Spot rolled his eyes at her choice in word of participated. But didn't interrupt her nonetheless. His free hand traveled down the length of the back, enjoying the feel of her soft skin that was bare to the open air.
"I had fallen off my-"
Kayla was suddenly interrupted as Spot's door flew open, revealing Black Out in a distressing state. His hat was gone with his hair disheveled and his breath was ragged and long as his chest heaved in rhythm with it. And his eye was swollen.
Kayla gasped, as she turned, dragging the sheet around her as Spot wrapped his arm around her protectively, drawing herself closer to him. Once making sure she was indeed covered, hidden from Black Out's view, he angrily narrowed his eyes. He growled before scathingly commanded,
"Get out."
Black Out shook his head edgily, and weakly whispered, "We got trouble Mr. Conlon, big trouble."
Spot automatically tightened his grip on Kayla as he calmly, though with a hint of alarm, asked, "What is it?"
At Spot's tone and as well as Black Out's, Kayla worriedly looked up at her love then Black Out, preparing for the worst.
Black Out took a big gulp of air before he terrifyingly stated,
"It's Bloods."
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Spot cursed again as he re-fixed his suspenders again for the third time. They would not just go the right way. And the fact that he was trotting while putting them on didn't help either. Once Black Out had told him what was happening, Kayla and him hurried out of bed, dressing quickly, apparently sill dressing. Kayla was still putting on her shoes as she followed briskly on the docks behind him and Black Out, jumping up and down, trying to get her foot in, yet still trying to keep moving.
Black Out had said something bad had happened, but wouldn't give detail as they made their way to his thrown. Spot, though a little peeved about, was pleased enough with less information for the moment. It made him prepared for the worst. He pulled his cane out of his belt loop, holding it tightly in the center of it, his knuckles swiftly becoming white. He took long hard strides, his arms and legs tensed. His chaw was clenched, the muscle twitching with annoyance. Just by looking at his body language anyone could tell he was angry but that wasn't what gave it away so easily.
It was his eyes.
They shimmered with flames, the sparks dancing in the orb, their glistening moving as one. Silver, hard as steel, stared around, catching everything that moved, not daring to take chances. Pits of the ocean rose, passionate about drowning and stripping all shields, blocking all escape. The piercing depths were as bottomless and tormenting as the darkest clouds and deepest thunders. His eyes were like diamonds burning in moonlight, the ice blue eyes glowing, promising all a swift end who dared to get in his way.
Far up ahead, Spot could see all his newsies crowded around something. All of them looked worried and edgy. Spot glanced in the corner of his eyes and realized Black Out was even worse, his face was pale and his eyes wide. But then he saw his swollen eyes and realized only one was wide. Spot winced, as he looked closer, thinking second thoughts on maybe hitting him. But a picture of Kayla reappeared in his mind and the regretting disappeared. He looked forward, his face strong set. They deserved it.
As Spot and them neared closer, the newsies noticed him, all whispering, motioning to the center of the crowd that he was coming. The gathering slowly edged away, making a small path for Spot to go into. Kayla nervously looked at all their faces, wondering what happened that would make them all vulnerable. She saw that all of them were frightened and were watching Spot as if he was a savior. Kayla realized Spot was at the center already but she hung back still, glancing all around, wondering why even the Brooklyn newsies, the toughest boys of all of News York, could be this scared. As she neared Spot, she soon realized why. She gasped.
Three crates had been lined together, as though making a bed. A terrified Meow was crouching next to it, as well as a worried Deep and Slash. Black Out had hurried over and was next to them, biting his lip as he looked down at the crates. Spot had frozen when he saw, slowly unmasking his face as he took the scene in front of him little by little. He crouched down gradually, never taking his eyes off of the sight. Kayla moved forward, trying to over their shoulders, her hand slowly reaching out to grip Spots shoulder as she finally saw who was on the crates. She couldn't breathe.
It was Giant; the newest and youngest of the Brooklyn Newsies. He was eight years old. The lovable one of them, the one everyone watched over and cared for. He was a little brother to them and now he was lying limp, bruised and battered, and left to die. His black hair was bloody, covered in dirt and mud. His clothes were ripped, now resembling rags. At every tear was a cut, a horrible slash, long and wide. Each one had no doubt bleed fiercely, but now, they had all stopped, and dried over. His eyes were closed tightly, his hands hanging off the crates in tight little balls of fists, and dry tear tracks were seen across his silent face.
He was orphan when he joined them, clearly justifying everyone's accusations that he was indeed a big boy and could sell with the rest of them. But he was so tiny. A small runt that wanted to be big and tall like them, young boy with lots of dreams who followed in each of their footsteps, taking in what they all said with awe, not wanting to disappoint any of them.
As Kayla got a glimpse she grabbed Spots shoulder tightly, looking for a lifeline as her legs shook and her hands trembled. Tears fell down her face unnoticed as she gazed at Giant. She dropped heavily next to Spot as she looked helplessly at the motionless boy. Everyone watched as she slowly raised her hand to his face, all watched silently as she cupped the boys cheek, and everyone held strong, even though they just wanted to cry as she did, as she whispered brokenly, "Oh, Giant."
She laid her other hand gently on his small chest, heaving a sigh of relief as she felt it still move, taking long and short hard breathes. She looked helplessly back at Spot, watching him as he took this in. One knee was propped up as his arm rested on it. His head had dropped into his hand, covering his face. Kayla saw his body take a hard shudder before his free hand clenched and rose up flew to the floor of the docks, making a loud bang in the silence. Spot slowly took his hand away and looked ta Kayla. She stared back as fresh tears began a new. Spot covered his mouth as he watched her, his eyes sad and hard as he tried to figure what to do. With her hands still on the boy, she whispered, "It was Bloods. What do we do?"
Spot gazed down at the floor, his eyes busy, looking all around, viewing her question, wondering to himself what to do. He looked up at his newsies and asked quietly, "What happened?"
Meow quietly answered, her eyes intently on giant. "He was sellin by himself again, and he was caught. Bloods and them came up, and took him into an alley and ravished him. We guessed he had been out there for an hour or so till he was found. We brought him right here, not knowing what to do, waiting for Brooklyn's say."
Spot nodded and looked down again, taking another few seconds thinking. He looked back up and asked, "Where's Dr. Wright?"
Meow took a hold of one of Giants tiny hands, replying, "He's been sent for. We didn't want to move him anymore, seeing as the docks are closer den his office. He'll be here shortly."
Spot nodded again and glanced at Kayla again. She was still watching him, still softly crying. They stared at each other, each still thinking about this outcome. Their eyes flashed at each others, sending their emotions, their plans whisking back and forth till finally Spot asked her gently, "You agree?"
Kayla nodded with understanding shining in her eyes. "Yes of course." Spot nodded and stood up. He looked at all his boys, seeing each of their trouble filled faces and called softly, "I want everyone to wait here. I don't want anyone leaving unless I say so. From now on, everyone sells in three's. I don't want anyone alone. " He gazed at each of them, his eyes full of pain and sorrow and guilt. "And that's a command; Bloods is finally taking action and I don't want anyone to end up in his way."
Seeing Spot crouch again, clearly finishing, a furious newsie stepped forward. "That's it? Look at Giant. He's almost dead. And we're not goin after Blood for it? Why aren't we attacking? Lets get him...tonight!" At Kayla irritated gasp, Spot looked at her and nodded his head. Kayla irately stood up and faced everyone; angry tears falling swiftly down her face.
Enraged, she said, "Did ya hear Spot give that order? No! We're not goin after him for a reason. This fight isn't over, but its not goin to happen yet. Were gonna be finishin' it but its not the time."
Everyone was silent as they watched her, followed her body as she stared at them helplessly, fury filled eyes, watched as she tried to grasp for the right words, as she tried not to let the aggression she had surpass her.
Kayla was so mad, and didn't know what to do about it. Her temper was scorching her, dying to be released, but she would let it go on them. It was Bloods who deserved it. And he would.
She walked swiftly to the newsie who had spoken and grabbed him by his shirtfront, shacking him as she menacingly whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, "You're just as bad as Bloods." She let him go, making him fall into another's grip.
"If we attack, we're just as worse as him. And if we did, we'd be doing just as he would in this case. If we went after one of his young newsies, he would attack that night also. Ya got it? We don't attack, not tonight, not ever. We let him come to us. And we'll be ready."
Her eyes glowed as promise and determination filled them. "We'll be stronger and better and when the time comes...Bloods is dead."
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Later that night, when everyone was snuggled in bed did they finally rest and fall into sleep quickly. Giant had been seen by Dr. Wright, and was now resting deeply in his bed. Though, his wounds had been bad, and he hadn't opened his eyes yet, Dr. Wright promised that Giant would be up and running in a couple months. Everyone had given a sigh of relief as they heard this, promising themselves to the Dr. that they would indeed keep it quiet around him.
In the stillness of the bunkroom, the door creaking open was heard loudly, but no one moved as Meow silently slipped out of her room and into the bed area. She hastily tip toed to Black Outs bed and placed a hand swiftly on his mouth. He woke with a start, surprised and confused until he saw her. Meow placed a finger to her lips and pointed to the bathroom. Black Out nodded and followed out of his bed and out of the room.
They went into the corner of it and Meow softly confessed, "Today counted for phase two. I don't want everyone to get involved after what happened and actually make one. We all know dat she passed enough taday."
Black Out nodded and whispered back casually, "That's what I'm thinking as well. Now that everyone is worried over Giant and mad at Bloods, it'll be hard to organize them and set up a phase two."
Meow nodded as well and glanced out the window, holding her arms together. She glanced back at Black Out and gravely said, "So, she passed."
"So, now she just has phase three left. Hopefully she'll pass."
Meow stood still for a moment then shook her head vigorously. "No, not just her. This phase three will not only just test her but Spot as well. It'll test there relationship and...hopefully it's strong enough by now to withstand it or...they're ruined."
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"Phase Two"
CH 19
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"So now what?"
"We do phase two."
"You think we should?"
"What do ya mean should we? Of course we are!"
"Well, I just thinks Spot's-"
"Don't matter what you tinks or what he does, we got to do this and that's final."
"If you're sure-"
"Of course I am! Now shaddup."
".."
".."
"Ya scared?"
"Hell ya! Spot gunna soak our ass's big time!"
Slash gulped. "Me too, Deep, me too."
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Kayla giggled as she pointed her bread stick at him, "Nuh ah uh. You gotta answer."
Spot groaned as he rolled his eyes, smiling. He tried to pull her closer across the seat in the booth but she batted his attempts away and moved farther, giggling. Fine. He folded his arms and whined, "Ah, come on. Do I have to?"
Kayla laughed and threw her stick at him. "Yes, you have to, now hurry up." Spot blocked the bread and mockingly glared at her. Finally submitting, he said, "Okay, okay. It happened when I was eight years old." At Kayla's knowing glance, he threw his hands up and said exasperated, "Alright. I was thirteen." Kayla threw her head back and began laughing. Spot just gave her a scolding look, and sulked as he yet again folded his hands in a huff.
"So, how did it happen?" Spot looked at her shocked, but then smirked as he half grinned triumphantly. "No, you only just said when not how."
Now Kayla folded her own arms, and gave him a warning look. After awhile Spot began to look around as if not noticing her and drummed his fingers on the table, whistling.
Irritated, Kayla clipped, "Now Brooklyn."
Spot stopped and swerved his eyes to hers, grinning. "Alrights, I'll tell ya." He motioned her forward as he leaned closer, eagerly. Kayla did so, but crossed her eyes, snorting, "You act like you had a choice if could or not."
Spot gave her admonishing look and replied, "I'm Spot Conlon. Of course I did."
Kayla raised her eyebrows, "Oh! You really think so?"
Spot acted like he didn't hear her and waved his hands down at her, shushing. "Shh, shh, shh. Shut-ups so I can tell ya-"
"Oh, you did not just tell me to-"
Spot widened his eyes at his mistake and quickly rose his hand to cup her cheek, smiled his god be damn charming smile, "I didn't mean it that way-"
Kayla still retaliated. "Oh, you better not have or-"
Spot covered her open mouth and said hastily, "Shush. Now let me tell the story." Kayla tentatively nodded. Spot grinned at her and slowly took his hand away, but when she motioned with her teeth to bite him he shook his other finger at her accusingly and purred, "Behave baby, or I don't tell."
Kayla seductively smiled and said innocently while winking, "I thought you liked it when I was a...bad girl." Spot growled leaning forward, as did she, and rested his nose against hers, "Ooh, don't tempt me baby." Kayla moved forward to nibble him again but he swiftly retreated and then tried to nip her lips back, except she expertly moved away.
She leaned against the seat of the booth, crossing her arms and smirked. "Please Brooklyn. Do not let me delay you any farther from your tale. It would thoroughly break my heart if I were intentionally doing so. So please."
She motioned her hand to him, and he grumbled, mocking her words, until finally he took a breath and began, "Ok, I was thirteen, not eight when I saw her. It was at a theater, like Medda's ya know? And she was one of dah dancers. I thought she was beautiful. I watched her all evenin'. After dah show though, as I was walking back, some one ran into me. We fell and as I got up I realized it was her. Oh, man I was speechless. Couldn't speak a damn word. But as I was sittin on my knees, lookin up at her she leaned down and kissed the side of my mouth and apologized, callin me sweetie. And then she left. And that was it."
Kayla stared.
And stared.
Spot began to squirm under the gaze, wondering why she didn't react the way he expected or didn't even react at all!
Kayla slowly raised her hand and leisurely covered mouth. Though, after a few minutes she then began to really let go. It began with a muffled snicker, then quiet snorts till finally she had to bring up her other hand and laugh full throttle. She giggled and giggled till she was almost chocking, and had to gulp down her water. But that didn't end it. After her glass of water and his, she still was laughing hardly.
Spot stared back open-mouthed. It had now been what? Ten minutes of this? Seriously now, take a breath and breathe. When Kayla began hitting the table lightly, Spot was able to wake up and break his stare. Irritated, he mumbled, "It ain't that funny."
Kayla immediately stopped and cooed, placing a humble look on her face and thumbed away his furrowed brow. "Ah, sweetie, you are just too cute sometimes."
Spot gave her a fleeting look though glanced away, not giving in so easily and pouted. "But I don't want to be cute, and make ya just laugh." He looked then at her, the familiar gleam in his eyes, as he flashed her his famous grin. "I want to be damn sexy and make ya shout and scream my name over and over."
Kayla instinctively took her hand away, gasping 'oh' as her eyes glistened with a far away gaze, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she recalled past 'times' and future fantasies; becoming lost in their world. Remembering where her body was, not swirling in the mist of pleasure and bliss, she shook out of their world and seductively traced his lips, before humming, "How about we go back to the lodge house and see how many times I can make you scream and shout and come, Brooklyn?"
Spot involuntarily groaned as he looked at her untamed eyes. Whispering slowly, he replied gruffly, "I don't care where the hell we are baby's, as long as there's a you there and a me there and a whole lot of that screamin' involved, it fine by me."
They quickly leaned forward, having a hard kiss before swiftly moving out of the booth. Spot hastily emptied the lunch bill out of his pockets across the table, calling a swift goodbye to the Celino's in the back before grabbing Kayla's hand and leading her speedily back to the lodge house in a apparent rush.
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Kayla moaned again as he drew another lazy pattern on her shoulder. She was resting her head across his chest, lying on her side, as he held her close. She loved moments like these, these romantic times cuddling and holding. Too tired and satisfied to only lie down and just hold each other, their sweaty bodies close and warm.
Even though her breathing was long and cool, she wasn't asleep he realized as she yet again moaned. So, Spot quietly, as though not to disturb the reverence around them, asked, "So baby, how was yer foist kiss?"
With her eyes still closed, she smiled. "You were there."
Spot chocked, lurching forward, looking at her flabbergasted. "You're jokin. I couldn't have been your foist kiss-"
Kayla giggled as she sat up, letting the black sheets fall to her waist. "Yes, I am only kidding."
Spot grinned relieved as he fell back against his pillow. Wait, why was he relieved? He should be mad that other men touched her right? Well yes he was, but he liked knowing that she had indeed been tasted by others but now realized he was the best of them all, knowing he truly was as good as he everyone knew him to be. Wouldn't matter now anyways, he thought grinning. None of them are gonna be touchin her anytime soon. She was all his. And that certain man may have been primary in one thing, but obviously wasn't the first in others. Smirk. He left one hand trailing against her revealed back and placed the other one behind his head, involuntarily tensing his chest and arm muscles as he moved, making Kayla stare, spellbound.
Kayla grinned as she traced his hard chest. She loved it of him. So smooth and soft to the touch yet such power was beneath it all. She wondered if he was this strong a few years back, maybe at the age fourteen or fifteen. She looked up into his face as he watched her touch him. Yes, she could tell he was just as dominate then as he was now, but superior. She gazed down entranced, her brow furrowed as she concentrated on following the curves and dips of the muscles. When she felt a cool touch at her forehead, she looked up surprised. Spot smiled warmly as he smoothed her forehead. "You think too hard."
Kayla smiled back and nodded. "Yes, and I guess you wouldn't know how that would feel huh?"
Spot clutched his heart and whispered, "You wounded me pretty face. Ahh, you wounded me big time. How will I eve'-"
Kayla swatted his stomach lightly with her finger, and laughed quietly. "Ah, shush you, or I am not going to tell."
Spot immediately sobered and nodded gravely. "Yes ma'am." Kayla smiled and folded her arms across his chest, resting her head on her hands. She twinkled her eyes at him as she grinned mischievously. "Well, I was nine years old when I participated in my very first kiss." Spot rolled his eyes at her choice in word of participated. But didn't interrupt her nonetheless. His free hand traveled down the length of the back, enjoying the feel of her soft skin that was bare to the open air.
"I had fallen off my-"
Kayla was suddenly interrupted as Spot's door flew open, revealing Black Out in a distressing state. His hat was gone with his hair disheveled and his breath was ragged and long as his chest heaved in rhythm with it. And his eye was swollen.
Kayla gasped, as she turned, dragging the sheet around her as Spot wrapped his arm around her protectively, drawing herself closer to him. Once making sure she was indeed covered, hidden from Black Out's view, he angrily narrowed his eyes. He growled before scathingly commanded,
"Get out."
Black Out shook his head edgily, and weakly whispered, "We got trouble Mr. Conlon, big trouble."
Spot automatically tightened his grip on Kayla as he calmly, though with a hint of alarm, asked, "What is it?"
At Spot's tone and as well as Black Out's, Kayla worriedly looked up at her love then Black Out, preparing for the worst.
Black Out took a big gulp of air before he terrifyingly stated,
"It's Bloods."
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Spot cursed again as he re-fixed his suspenders again for the third time. They would not just go the right way. And the fact that he was trotting while putting them on didn't help either. Once Black Out had told him what was happening, Kayla and him hurried out of bed, dressing quickly, apparently sill dressing. Kayla was still putting on her shoes as she followed briskly on the docks behind him and Black Out, jumping up and down, trying to get her foot in, yet still trying to keep moving.
Black Out had said something bad had happened, but wouldn't give detail as they made their way to his thrown. Spot, though a little peeved about, was pleased enough with less information for the moment. It made him prepared for the worst. He pulled his cane out of his belt loop, holding it tightly in the center of it, his knuckles swiftly becoming white. He took long hard strides, his arms and legs tensed. His chaw was clenched, the muscle twitching with annoyance. Just by looking at his body language anyone could tell he was angry but that wasn't what gave it away so easily.
It was his eyes.
They shimmered with flames, the sparks dancing in the orb, their glistening moving as one. Silver, hard as steel, stared around, catching everything that moved, not daring to take chances. Pits of the ocean rose, passionate about drowning and stripping all shields, blocking all escape. The piercing depths were as bottomless and tormenting as the darkest clouds and deepest thunders. His eyes were like diamonds burning in moonlight, the ice blue eyes glowing, promising all a swift end who dared to get in his way.
Far up ahead, Spot could see all his newsies crowded around something. All of them looked worried and edgy. Spot glanced in the corner of his eyes and realized Black Out was even worse, his face was pale and his eyes wide. But then he saw his swollen eyes and realized only one was wide. Spot winced, as he looked closer, thinking second thoughts on maybe hitting him. But a picture of Kayla reappeared in his mind and the regretting disappeared. He looked forward, his face strong set. They deserved it.
As Spot and them neared closer, the newsies noticed him, all whispering, motioning to the center of the crowd that he was coming. The gathering slowly edged away, making a small path for Spot to go into. Kayla nervously looked at all their faces, wondering what happened that would make them all vulnerable. She saw that all of them were frightened and were watching Spot as if he was a savior. Kayla realized Spot was at the center already but she hung back still, glancing all around, wondering why even the Brooklyn newsies, the toughest boys of all of News York, could be this scared. As she neared Spot, she soon realized why. She gasped.
Three crates had been lined together, as though making a bed. A terrified Meow was crouching next to it, as well as a worried Deep and Slash. Black Out had hurried over and was next to them, biting his lip as he looked down at the crates. Spot had frozen when he saw, slowly unmasking his face as he took the scene in front of him little by little. He crouched down gradually, never taking his eyes off of the sight. Kayla moved forward, trying to over their shoulders, her hand slowly reaching out to grip Spots shoulder as she finally saw who was on the crates. She couldn't breathe.
It was Giant; the newest and youngest of the Brooklyn Newsies. He was eight years old. The lovable one of them, the one everyone watched over and cared for. He was a little brother to them and now he was lying limp, bruised and battered, and left to die. His black hair was bloody, covered in dirt and mud. His clothes were ripped, now resembling rags. At every tear was a cut, a horrible slash, long and wide. Each one had no doubt bleed fiercely, but now, they had all stopped, and dried over. His eyes were closed tightly, his hands hanging off the crates in tight little balls of fists, and dry tear tracks were seen across his silent face.
He was orphan when he joined them, clearly justifying everyone's accusations that he was indeed a big boy and could sell with the rest of them. But he was so tiny. A small runt that wanted to be big and tall like them, young boy with lots of dreams who followed in each of their footsteps, taking in what they all said with awe, not wanting to disappoint any of them.
As Kayla got a glimpse she grabbed Spots shoulder tightly, looking for a lifeline as her legs shook and her hands trembled. Tears fell down her face unnoticed as she gazed at Giant. She dropped heavily next to Spot as she looked helplessly at the motionless boy. Everyone watched as she slowly raised her hand to his face, all watched silently as she cupped the boys cheek, and everyone held strong, even though they just wanted to cry as she did, as she whispered brokenly, "Oh, Giant."
She laid her other hand gently on his small chest, heaving a sigh of relief as she felt it still move, taking long and short hard breathes. She looked helplessly back at Spot, watching him as he took this in. One knee was propped up as his arm rested on it. His head had dropped into his hand, covering his face. Kayla saw his body take a hard shudder before his free hand clenched and rose up flew to the floor of the docks, making a loud bang in the silence. Spot slowly took his hand away and looked ta Kayla. She stared back as fresh tears began a new. Spot covered his mouth as he watched her, his eyes sad and hard as he tried to figure what to do. With her hands still on the boy, she whispered, "It was Bloods. What do we do?"
Spot gazed down at the floor, his eyes busy, looking all around, viewing her question, wondering to himself what to do. He looked up at his newsies and asked quietly, "What happened?"
Meow quietly answered, her eyes intently on giant. "He was sellin by himself again, and he was caught. Bloods and them came up, and took him into an alley and ravished him. We guessed he had been out there for an hour or so till he was found. We brought him right here, not knowing what to do, waiting for Brooklyn's say."
Spot nodded and looked down again, taking another few seconds thinking. He looked back up and asked, "Where's Dr. Wright?"
Meow took a hold of one of Giants tiny hands, replying, "He's been sent for. We didn't want to move him anymore, seeing as the docks are closer den his office. He'll be here shortly."
Spot nodded again and glanced at Kayla again. She was still watching him, still softly crying. They stared at each other, each still thinking about this outcome. Their eyes flashed at each others, sending their emotions, their plans whisking back and forth till finally Spot asked her gently, "You agree?"
Kayla nodded with understanding shining in her eyes. "Yes of course." Spot nodded and stood up. He looked at all his boys, seeing each of their trouble filled faces and called softly, "I want everyone to wait here. I don't want anyone leaving unless I say so. From now on, everyone sells in three's. I don't want anyone alone. " He gazed at each of them, his eyes full of pain and sorrow and guilt. "And that's a command; Bloods is finally taking action and I don't want anyone to end up in his way."
Seeing Spot crouch again, clearly finishing, a furious newsie stepped forward. "That's it? Look at Giant. He's almost dead. And we're not goin after Blood for it? Why aren't we attacking? Lets get him...tonight!" At Kayla irritated gasp, Spot looked at her and nodded his head. Kayla irately stood up and faced everyone; angry tears falling swiftly down her face.
Enraged, she said, "Did ya hear Spot give that order? No! We're not goin after him for a reason. This fight isn't over, but its not goin to happen yet. Were gonna be finishin' it but its not the time."
Everyone was silent as they watched her, followed her body as she stared at them helplessly, fury filled eyes, watched as she tried to grasp for the right words, as she tried not to let the aggression she had surpass her.
Kayla was so mad, and didn't know what to do about it. Her temper was scorching her, dying to be released, but she would let it go on them. It was Bloods who deserved it. And he would.
She walked swiftly to the newsie who had spoken and grabbed him by his shirtfront, shacking him as she menacingly whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, "You're just as bad as Bloods." She let him go, making him fall into another's grip.
"If we attack, we're just as worse as him. And if we did, we'd be doing just as he would in this case. If we went after one of his young newsies, he would attack that night also. Ya got it? We don't attack, not tonight, not ever. We let him come to us. And we'll be ready."
Her eyes glowed as promise and determination filled them. "We'll be stronger and better and when the time comes...Bloods is dead."
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Later that night, when everyone was snuggled in bed did they finally rest and fall into sleep quickly. Giant had been seen by Dr. Wright, and was now resting deeply in his bed. Though, his wounds had been bad, and he hadn't opened his eyes yet, Dr. Wright promised that Giant would be up and running in a couple months. Everyone had given a sigh of relief as they heard this, promising themselves to the Dr. that they would indeed keep it quiet around him.
In the stillness of the bunkroom, the door creaking open was heard loudly, but no one moved as Meow silently slipped out of her room and into the bed area. She hastily tip toed to Black Outs bed and placed a hand swiftly on his mouth. He woke with a start, surprised and confused until he saw her. Meow placed a finger to her lips and pointed to the bathroom. Black Out nodded and followed out of his bed and out of the room.
They went into the corner of it and Meow softly confessed, "Today counted for phase two. I don't want everyone to get involved after what happened and actually make one. We all know dat she passed enough taday."
Black Out nodded and whispered back casually, "That's what I'm thinking as well. Now that everyone is worried over Giant and mad at Bloods, it'll be hard to organize them and set up a phase two."
Meow nodded as well and glanced out the window, holding her arms together. She glanced back at Black Out and gravely said, "So, she passed."
"So, now she just has phase three left. Hopefully she'll pass."
Meow stood still for a moment then shook her head vigorously. "No, not just her. This phase three will not only just test her but Spot as well. It'll test there relationship and...hopefully it's strong enough by now to withstand it or...they're ruined."
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I know I know! Short, but this week is Christmas so now that I have time, rest will be sent out. I know yer all waiting!
But yea.the reason for not updating in a couple weeks is...I just got a BOYFRIEND, my first. Hey! Im Mormon, I just turned 16, not allowed to have one till now but! He is wonderful.. been busy with him, NOT THAT WAY! *Scoff* YOU Nasty minded ppl!! Or is it just me who's in the gutter? I knew it! But also I'm going to my first formal dance, the Winter formal and I have been so busy getting ready for it so that's why I've been so busy, but yea.
Now just some few shout outs, not all of them, only the ones I had time for, SORRY:
Spritzah Conlon: wow, a new reviewer.I'm so excited! Well hey thanks I hope u keep reading! Awesome, I'm BRILLANT.. oh my story is.? Oops sorry about that little mix up.!
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