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I turned the corner to Spot's selling place about 20 minutes later. He was leaning against a wall, a cigarette in his mouth. I slammed his shoulders into the wall and glared. His eyes widened and he pushed me away. "What da hell do ya think ya doin, Cal?"
"I'm going to kill you! You fucking locked her up because of me! If you don't let Cobalt out...I'm going to be the first newsie to beat you!"
Spot raised an eyebrow. "Really now? I don't remember ya bein to keen on fightin' Storm."
I growled and clenched my fists. "Do it or I hurt you."
Spot shrugged. "No. What ya gonna do? Tell Jack Kelly? Who da fuck cares? She's just anuddah toy for ya!"
"Oh yeah and she's so much more than a whore for you?! What do you think I am? Brainless?!"
Spot frowned. "Ya getting close ta me poundin' ya into da damn ground, Storm!"
I was so irate I was shaking. "If you don't let her out I'll kill you. I'll fucking kill you!"
Spot grabbed my collar and swung me around into the wall. "Really?"
I kicked his knee in and he dropped me. I took the advantage of his pain to hold him to the ground. He grabbed for his slingshot and swung it at me. The wood connected with the side of my face causing my cheek to split open. I snatched the slingshot from him and threw it across the street. He flipped over and reached his cane. I caught his wrist. "You taught me well, Spot."
Spot's eyes widened. "Son of a bitch!" He punched me square in the mouth and sent me reeling off him. I stumbled backward. "Ya ain't getting' Cobalt! She can't leave Brooklyn."
"Egotistical bastard! If you touch her, I'll make sure you wish you were never born!"
Spot shrugged. "Don't mattah. I already don't wish I was born."
I turned around and stalked toward Brooklyn Lodging House. If he wasn't going to let her out, I'd get her out myself. I climbed up the fire escape and hit the window. She tried to open but it was no use. That window had been nailed together by Spot and I when we found out Tops was sneaking out to work at a brothel. I smiled and waved at her.
"Hi," I could barely hear her voice.
"Hello. Are you alright?"
She nodded and kissed the window. I put my hand over the spot where she had kissed it and smiled. "I'll get you out, Cobalt. I don't know how yet but I will."
She smiled. "Oui. Ne le blessez pas, Orage. Il ne sait pas que ce qu'il fait est faux. On ne lui a jamais enseigné comme nous. Il n'a jamais eu une famille... que je ne pense pas."
I shook my head. "I don't speak French, Christelle. Sorry." I could hear the Brooklyn boys approaching in the distance. "I have to leave now."
She shook her head, tears spilling onto her cheeks.
"No! Non ! Séjour svp. Je ne veux pas être laissé seul avec la Tache!"
I could tell she didn't want me to leave. "He won't hurt you. I made sure he won't. Now, listen...don't get on his bad side. Do what he wants you to do. Be good. Okay?"
She nodded and turned around. The door in her room was opening slowly. She glanced at me. "Go!"
I climbed down the fire escape and ran into an alley. Spot wouldn't catch me. I knew Brooklyn as well as he did. I slipped down the back alleys. Spot's birds would tell him I was there, but when I got to Manhattan; he couldn't do a thing about it.
I stumbled into Tibby's about 30 minutes later and sat with Jack and Race. "Hey boys."
Race smiled. "Heya Storm. Ya look...soaked."
I nodded. "Yeah. Spot and I got into a bit of a fistfight. He didn't kill me though so I'm good."
Jack frowned. "Keep outta trouble, Cal. Ya nevah know what Spot Conlon can bring rainin' down on ya head if ya don't watch ya step around him."
I shrugged. "He can't do anything to me. He could get in trouble with the bulls if they found out he was keeping someone locked up in their rooms."
Race's brown eyes widened. "Are ya freakin' kiddin me?!"
"No."
Jack stared. "He has like, a hostage or somethin'?"
I nodded. "Yeah. My girlfriend!"
Kelly stood up. "I'm about fed up wit Spot's shit. If he comes heah, he can expect a borough war."
I smiled and spit into my hand, holding out for Jack. "We're in it together then?"
Jack took my hand and shook it. "We'se gonna take Brooklyn down."
I turned the corner to Spot's selling place about 20 minutes later. He was leaning against a wall, a cigarette in his mouth. I slammed his shoulders into the wall and glared. His eyes widened and he pushed me away. "What da hell do ya think ya doin, Cal?"
"I'm going to kill you! You fucking locked her up because of me! If you don't let Cobalt out...I'm going to be the first newsie to beat you!"
Spot raised an eyebrow. "Really now? I don't remember ya bein to keen on fightin' Storm."
I growled and clenched my fists. "Do it or I hurt you."
Spot shrugged. "No. What ya gonna do? Tell Jack Kelly? Who da fuck cares? She's just anuddah toy for ya!"
"Oh yeah and she's so much more than a whore for you?! What do you think I am? Brainless?!"
Spot frowned. "Ya getting close ta me poundin' ya into da damn ground, Storm!"
I was so irate I was shaking. "If you don't let her out I'll kill you. I'll fucking kill you!"
Spot grabbed my collar and swung me around into the wall. "Really?"
I kicked his knee in and he dropped me. I took the advantage of his pain to hold him to the ground. He grabbed for his slingshot and swung it at me. The wood connected with the side of my face causing my cheek to split open. I snatched the slingshot from him and threw it across the street. He flipped over and reached his cane. I caught his wrist. "You taught me well, Spot."
Spot's eyes widened. "Son of a bitch!" He punched me square in the mouth and sent me reeling off him. I stumbled backward. "Ya ain't getting' Cobalt! She can't leave Brooklyn."
"Egotistical bastard! If you touch her, I'll make sure you wish you were never born!"
Spot shrugged. "Don't mattah. I already don't wish I was born."
I turned around and stalked toward Brooklyn Lodging House. If he wasn't going to let her out, I'd get her out myself. I climbed up the fire escape and hit the window. She tried to open but it was no use. That window had been nailed together by Spot and I when we found out Tops was sneaking out to work at a brothel. I smiled and waved at her.
"Hi," I could barely hear her voice.
"Hello. Are you alright?"
She nodded and kissed the window. I put my hand over the spot where she had kissed it and smiled. "I'll get you out, Cobalt. I don't know how yet but I will."
She smiled. "Oui. Ne le blessez pas, Orage. Il ne sait pas que ce qu'il fait est faux. On ne lui a jamais enseigné comme nous. Il n'a jamais eu une famille... que je ne pense pas."
I shook my head. "I don't speak French, Christelle. Sorry." I could hear the Brooklyn boys approaching in the distance. "I have to leave now."
She shook her head, tears spilling onto her cheeks.
"No! Non ! Séjour svp. Je ne veux pas être laissé seul avec la Tache!"
I could tell she didn't want me to leave. "He won't hurt you. I made sure he won't. Now, listen...don't get on his bad side. Do what he wants you to do. Be good. Okay?"
She nodded and turned around. The door in her room was opening slowly. She glanced at me. "Go!"
I climbed down the fire escape and ran into an alley. Spot wouldn't catch me. I knew Brooklyn as well as he did. I slipped down the back alleys. Spot's birds would tell him I was there, but when I got to Manhattan; he couldn't do a thing about it.
I stumbled into Tibby's about 30 minutes later and sat with Jack and Race. "Hey boys."
Race smiled. "Heya Storm. Ya look...soaked."
I nodded. "Yeah. Spot and I got into a bit of a fistfight. He didn't kill me though so I'm good."
Jack frowned. "Keep outta trouble, Cal. Ya nevah know what Spot Conlon can bring rainin' down on ya head if ya don't watch ya step around him."
I shrugged. "He can't do anything to me. He could get in trouble with the bulls if they found out he was keeping someone locked up in their rooms."
Race's brown eyes widened. "Are ya freakin' kiddin me?!"
"No."
Jack stared. "He has like, a hostage or somethin'?"
I nodded. "Yeah. My girlfriend!"
Kelly stood up. "I'm about fed up wit Spot's shit. If he comes heah, he can expect a borough war."
I smiled and spit into my hand, holding out for Jack. "We're in it together then?"
Jack took my hand and shook it. "We'se gonna take Brooklyn down."