Tainted Love
Part One- Malicious Intent
Disclaimer: see chapter one.?
A/N: I got reviews! You have no idea how special that makes me feel!! Thanks Sureshot Higgins, Cerridwen and Gothic Author (I know, I had IWTV in mind when I wrote the first chapter), this chapter is up so quickly because of you! There aren't many Newsies in this chapter (Spot fans can rejoice though!), but don't worry, they'll come.
Chapter 2- Now
She tried to catch the darkness in her hands, but it always slipped through her fingers. Silently she crept, attempting to become one with the shadows that surrounded her. The alley was dark, and the hustle and bustle of the city seemed so far away, she blinked her violet black eyes, ever watching, ever quiet. Her switchblade was out, ready, soon she would strike..
"Cat! There you are! Why couldn't you wait for us!?" Cat spun around, her eyes darting to the three people standing in the mouth of the alley. Gee, the girl who spoke; tossed her dark, blue streaked hair. The other girls, Switch and Ash nodded behind her.
"I thought we were doing this together," Switch said, twisting a piece of her blond hair around her finger. Cat said nothing, flicking her switchblade closed and sticking it back into her pocket.
"You could have gotten hurt," Gee finished. Cat walked past them and out of the alleyway, lost in thoughts.
"But I didn't," she told her, voice barely above a whisper. "And now he got away."
"What's a bum on the street anyway?" Ash said, trying to brighten the otherwise dark mood. "There are plenty other people to kill."
"It's not killing per se," Switch piped up. "It's research."
"Researching what?" Cat mumbled under her breath. The whole situation was a little annoying to her. When Gee had come to her, she promised that she would be able to pick whoever she wanted to kill, whenever she wanted to kill, as long as she gave them the body afterwards, in one piece of course. Since when did this girl have to drag her other little friends in?
She tossed her short black hair, looking over her shoulder at them. "Don't you guys have homework to do?"
"Don't you?" Switch said, annoyed. "You go to our school too."
"Thank your lucky stars I do," Cat replied. "How many kids in our class would be willing to kill for money?"
"A surprising amount, actually," Ash said, lighting a cigarette. "But you're the only one that."
"Actually killed someone before." Switch added.
".And got away with it," Gee completed. Cat shrugged, the whole situation was ancient history; she didn't want to bring it up. She was only about sixteen, but these days seven year olds could kill with no problem. The thing that confused her was how these three Catholic school girls knew her little secret.
"You never told me," Cat began. "Why you want this dead body anyway."
"You wouldn't believe us if we told you," Gee answered, she took Ash's cigarette and put it to her lips. "Just believe us, it's research."
When their steps brought them out of the slums and into the busy streets, Gee took out a fifty dollar bill.
"I don't want your money," Cat said, waving her hand dismissively. "I didn't do anything yet." Switch, Ash, and Gee all looked at her, an eerie light glinting in their eyes.
"Oh, believe us," Switch said.
"You did more than enough," added Ash.
"We might not even need you to actually do anyone in.our suspicions about you are completely quelled." Gee finished. Cat raised an eyebrow, these girls seemed to be going Twilight Zone, and she didn't want to be there for when they went psycho and sacrificed her to their crazy horned god Pan or something.
"Thanks." She snatched the fifty out of Gee's hand and ran, never looking back once.
Someone watched the three girls with an inquisitive air. Of all the many people he had seen in his time, they seemed to be the strangest.and the ones that made the most sense. That other girl.Cat, should listen to them more often. His eyes followed the girls as they walked down the sidewalk in perfect unison. There was something about them, something not human, that he just had to check out.
His footsteps mirrored theirs, a talent he had picked up over his many years of watching people. One of the girls, the blonde, stopped in her tracks. The other two stopped right after she did. The three turned around slowly, meeting their watcher's bright blue eyes.
"Hello ladies," he said, taking two of them by the arm, the other one, the one with the blue in her hair, glared at him. She knew what he was, not only that, she knew who he was. That might be a problem.
"Patrick," the one with the blue in her hair spat, as though his name was a curse. Perfect. He backtracked, taking the route that they had previously gone on, back to the alleyway.
"Oh, Patrick's such an uptight name.I prefer the name Spot, it's so much more.cuddly." Time had dulled his Brooklyn accent, which only surfaced when he got overexcited. But at the moment, as he headed down the street, his voice was steady, without of trace of his native Brooklyn, he was a cool as ice. The girls on his arm didn't object, they couldn't, they were still looking up at him, like two moths hypnotized by the flame.
The free girl ran away, and Spot knew that he could get her later, even if it took days. She had looked into his eyes, he owned her now.
Spot Conlon had never lost a good meal, but as he looked down at the two girls on his arms, he knew he wouldn't have to worry, not for a while.
Cat fumbled in her pocket for her keys, taking them out and unlocking the door to her apartment. She knew that she would be home alone, considering how her father was dead and her mother was out drinking. She took a deep breath and sighed, entering her apartment and tossing her keys on the counter in the kitchen. Cat opened the refrigerator, taking all the bottles of beer there and going over to the sink. She unscrewed the first one and turned it upside down. The amber liquid swirled as it went down, and she tossed the glass hard against the sink.
The glass shattered, as expected, and she took the biggest piece.
The first cut was easy, on her upper arm. Red swirled along with amber. She took the next bottle, and the next, and the next..until there was more red than amber and she began to feel dizzy. Calm as anything, she walked over to one of the cabinets, taking out a first aid kit.
Cat didn't know when she was going to stop cutting herself like she did.maybe when it stopped feeling so good.
Spot's blue eyes widened in shock, as he attempted to peel off the person latched to his neck, when his vision cleared, he looked right into the dark brown eyes of Racetrack Higgins.
"Race?" Spot asked weakly, loosing so much blood had made him feel so hazy. "Ya made a promise."
"Yeah, a promise, an' look where it gets me!" Spot paced in front of the still bodies of the two girls. "He promised me tha' even though he was tha'.thing.he woddin' hoit me!"
The Brooklyn accent began to return, as he poured his heart out to the silent girls. Switch's head lolled to the side, exposing the ragged mess that used to be her throat, her glassy eyes stared forward. Ash's neck was fine, but her wrists were so torn her hands were kept together by thin, red threads.
"Yeah, he woddin' hoit me," he turned around and pointed at the girls. "But look whaddi did now!" He fell to his knees on the dirty carpet of his abandoned apartment, staring at the red on his hands.
"I need it, don' I.." his voice grew softer. "I like it...don' I." He closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to his lips. "An' it's all Racetrack's fault."
To be continued.muahaha!
A/N: I got reviews! You have no idea how special that makes me feel!! Thanks Sureshot Higgins, Cerridwen and Gothic Author (I know, I had IWTV in mind when I wrote the first chapter), this chapter is up so quickly because of you! There aren't many Newsies in this chapter (Spot fans can rejoice though!), but don't worry, they'll come.
Chapter 2- Now
She tried to catch the darkness in her hands, but it always slipped through her fingers. Silently she crept, attempting to become one with the shadows that surrounded her. The alley was dark, and the hustle and bustle of the city seemed so far away, she blinked her violet black eyes, ever watching, ever quiet. Her switchblade was out, ready, soon she would strike..
"Cat! There you are! Why couldn't you wait for us!?" Cat spun around, her eyes darting to the three people standing in the mouth of the alley. Gee, the girl who spoke; tossed her dark, blue streaked hair. The other girls, Switch and Ash nodded behind her.
"I thought we were doing this together," Switch said, twisting a piece of her blond hair around her finger. Cat said nothing, flicking her switchblade closed and sticking it back into her pocket.
"You could have gotten hurt," Gee finished. Cat walked past them and out of the alleyway, lost in thoughts.
"But I didn't," she told her, voice barely above a whisper. "And now he got away."
"What's a bum on the street anyway?" Ash said, trying to brighten the otherwise dark mood. "There are plenty other people to kill."
"It's not killing per se," Switch piped up. "It's research."
"Researching what?" Cat mumbled under her breath. The whole situation was a little annoying to her. When Gee had come to her, she promised that she would be able to pick whoever she wanted to kill, whenever she wanted to kill, as long as she gave them the body afterwards, in one piece of course. Since when did this girl have to drag her other little friends in?
She tossed her short black hair, looking over her shoulder at them. "Don't you guys have homework to do?"
"Don't you?" Switch said, annoyed. "You go to our school too."
"Thank your lucky stars I do," Cat replied. "How many kids in our class would be willing to kill for money?"
"A surprising amount, actually," Ash said, lighting a cigarette. "But you're the only one that."
"Actually killed someone before." Switch added.
".And got away with it," Gee completed. Cat shrugged, the whole situation was ancient history; she didn't want to bring it up. She was only about sixteen, but these days seven year olds could kill with no problem. The thing that confused her was how these three Catholic school girls knew her little secret.
"You never told me," Cat began. "Why you want this dead body anyway."
"You wouldn't believe us if we told you," Gee answered, she took Ash's cigarette and put it to her lips. "Just believe us, it's research."
When their steps brought them out of the slums and into the busy streets, Gee took out a fifty dollar bill.
"I don't want your money," Cat said, waving her hand dismissively. "I didn't do anything yet." Switch, Ash, and Gee all looked at her, an eerie light glinting in their eyes.
"Oh, believe us," Switch said.
"You did more than enough," added Ash.
"We might not even need you to actually do anyone in.our suspicions about you are completely quelled." Gee finished. Cat raised an eyebrow, these girls seemed to be going Twilight Zone, and she didn't want to be there for when they went psycho and sacrificed her to their crazy horned god Pan or something.
"Thanks." She snatched the fifty out of Gee's hand and ran, never looking back once.
Someone watched the three girls with an inquisitive air. Of all the many people he had seen in his time, they seemed to be the strangest.and the ones that made the most sense. That other girl.Cat, should listen to them more often. His eyes followed the girls as they walked down the sidewalk in perfect unison. There was something about them, something not human, that he just had to check out.
His footsteps mirrored theirs, a talent he had picked up over his many years of watching people. One of the girls, the blonde, stopped in her tracks. The other two stopped right after she did. The three turned around slowly, meeting their watcher's bright blue eyes.
"Hello ladies," he said, taking two of them by the arm, the other one, the one with the blue in her hair, glared at him. She knew what he was, not only that, she knew who he was. That might be a problem.
"Patrick," the one with the blue in her hair spat, as though his name was a curse. Perfect. He backtracked, taking the route that they had previously gone on, back to the alleyway.
"Oh, Patrick's such an uptight name.I prefer the name Spot, it's so much more.cuddly." Time had dulled his Brooklyn accent, which only surfaced when he got overexcited. But at the moment, as he headed down the street, his voice was steady, without of trace of his native Brooklyn, he was a cool as ice. The girls on his arm didn't object, they couldn't, they were still looking up at him, like two moths hypnotized by the flame.
The free girl ran away, and Spot knew that he could get her later, even if it took days. She had looked into his eyes, he owned her now.
Spot Conlon had never lost a good meal, but as he looked down at the two girls on his arms, he knew he wouldn't have to worry, not for a while.
Cat fumbled in her pocket for her keys, taking them out and unlocking the door to her apartment. She knew that she would be home alone, considering how her father was dead and her mother was out drinking. She took a deep breath and sighed, entering her apartment and tossing her keys on the counter in the kitchen. Cat opened the refrigerator, taking all the bottles of beer there and going over to the sink. She unscrewed the first one and turned it upside down. The amber liquid swirled as it went down, and she tossed the glass hard against the sink.
The glass shattered, as expected, and she took the biggest piece.
The first cut was easy, on her upper arm. Red swirled along with amber. She took the next bottle, and the next, and the next..until there was more red than amber and she began to feel dizzy. Calm as anything, she walked over to one of the cabinets, taking out a first aid kit.
Cat didn't know when she was going to stop cutting herself like she did.maybe when it stopped feeling so good.
Spot's blue eyes widened in shock, as he attempted to peel off the person latched to his neck, when his vision cleared, he looked right into the dark brown eyes of Racetrack Higgins.
"Race?" Spot asked weakly, loosing so much blood had made him feel so hazy. "Ya made a promise."
"Yeah, a promise, an' look where it gets me!" Spot paced in front of the still bodies of the two girls. "He promised me tha' even though he was tha'.thing.he woddin' hoit me!"
The Brooklyn accent began to return, as he poured his heart out to the silent girls. Switch's head lolled to the side, exposing the ragged mess that used to be her throat, her glassy eyes stared forward. Ash's neck was fine, but her wrists were so torn her hands were kept together by thin, red threads.
"Yeah, he woddin' hoit me," he turned around and pointed at the girls. "But look whaddi did now!" He fell to his knees on the dirty carpet of his abandoned apartment, staring at the red on his hands.
"I need it, don' I.." his voice grew softer. "I like it...don' I." He closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to his lips. "An' it's all Racetrack's fault."
To be continued.muahaha!