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A/N-Yes, its chapter 3. ::dances:: Go Docks!
Spot made his way down the crowded streets of the city. He didn't know exactly which Bronx boys had gotten Docks, but he'd find out. All he had to do was pick off one of the younger newsies from that area and make him spill. He grinned. It was like taking candy from a baby.
The first boy he saw was a little bigger than him but had a stupid look on his face so Spot decided that was he'd take down. "Hey you!" He shouted, walking toward him.
The boy caught sight of the cane, slingshot, and trademark red suspender, and took off running. Spot groaned. "No!" He snapped and tore after him. The other boy pushed through the crowd but was bigger and perceptibly less experienced than the Brooklyn superior. Spot caught him within five minutes and brought the newsie to the ground. "Sit still," He hissed, dragging the boy into an alley. "I ain't gonna hoit unless I deem it necessary!" 'Stop talkin' like dat!' He told himself. 'He won't believe ya really you! He don't need ta know ya ain't from New Yawk!'
Spot put his knees on the Bronx boy's chest and held him down. "Who attacked McGowen? Ya tell me an' I'll let ya go. I'll even take ya ta Brooklyn so da Bronx guys can't hoit ya."
"I don't know Conlon! Get off me!"
Spot rolled his eyes. "Wrong answer!" His fist connected with the other's face. He picked the boy up and slammed him into the brick wall. "Who did it an' wat's ya name?"
The kid trembled and managed to say, "Me name's Paper and it was Tin dat got her. I was dere Spot but I didn't touch her! I tried ta make 'em leave her alone but dey just shrugged me off. I even told 'em she was Reilly McGowen but dey still didn't listen."
Spot dropped Paper to the ground and grimaced. Tin wasn't the Bronx newsie Spot wanted a fight with. "Go ta Brooklyn Paper. Tell Spitfire Conlon dat Alex sent ya. An' I ain't Alex so don't even say I am!" He lied, not wanting the boy to know his name. Paper nodded and ran, leaving his papes on the ground.
Spot sauntered toward the warehouse where the Bronx newsies generally spent their time. The place was crowded with boys and Spot only looked for one. Tin, and he found him after a good ten minutes. "Tin," He called and waved the boy over. Tin, being the stupid lad that he was, ambled toward him. "Heya Tin, my boy. Ya remember me don't ya? Spot Conlon?"
"Sure I do Spot! Ya Brooklyn's leader..." He trailed off, realizing very suddenly why Spot was there. "Uh...dis is about da McGowen goil ain't it?"
Spot's eyes flashed rage and he glared at Tin. "Course it ain't Tinny me boy! Its about you bein' in me territory an' hoitin' on a' me goils! Who happens ta be Docks McGowen an' da closest thing I got ta a' friend."
Tin grimaced and then smirked. "Ya can't hoit me here Spot. Ya surronded by Bronx boys."
"Oh I know, but ya leadah, Tiger, ain't gonna be to happy when he hears ya put him on da bad side a' da McGowen family. Now, is he?"
Tin's gray eyes widened in terror. "C'mon Conlon, ya can't do dat ta me! Tiger'll kill me!"
Spot grinned. "Exactly. Den I get outta doin da doity woik an' you die anyways. Ya see, ya don't mess wit me without getting punished an' ya don't mess wit da McGowens, especially Reilly, without signin' ya own death sentence. C'mon!" Spot took hold of Tin's shoulder and dragged him toward Tiger, who sat at the other end of the warehouse.
Tiger and Spot had been mortal enemies in every term except the McGowen family. They both wanted to be on their good sides. So when Tiger saw Spot he saw an opportunity to dispose of his rival with great ease, but decided to let the boy talk first. "Conlon, I'se warned ya before not ta come heah but ya still do. Tin? What are ya doin' wit him? Did ya get caught in Brooklyn? Stupid asshole! I knew I shoulda sent Tino."
Spot shook his head. "No, Tiger. He was not only in Brooklyn, but he got ya on da bad side a' Luke, Patrick, an' River McGowen."
Tiger's brown eyes lit up with vehemence. "Wat did he do Spot? Don't tell me he soaked on a' da little ones. Sunny, Star, River, Rain...he didn't get Reilly did he?"
Spot smirked. "He didn't just get Docks...he soaked her wit a bunch a' ya uddah boys, he raped her, an' left her in da streets for us ta find. Ya don't make examples outta McGowen goils!"
Tiger looked down at Tin and said cynically, "So ya thought ya got one past me huh? Who else did it?"
Tin was shaking as he rambled off a list, "Smoker, Gun, Cards, Pepper, an' Chew. Oh, an' Paper was dere but he tried ta stop us."
Tiger smiled. "Well, here's what I'se gonna do: I'm gonna get da uddahs an' send ya ta Brooklyn wit Conlon an' a few a' me loyal boys. Den da McGowens an' Spot can deal wit ya accordingly. How dat sound Conlon?"
Spot smirked. "Dat sounds fine Tiger. Just fine..." He let go of Tin while Tiger sent for the other boys. They all appeared, solemn and sentient of the situation they were in.
Spot and four loyal Bronx boys escorted the six criminals to Brooklyn. After that the 4 boys left Spot, Luke, Patrick, and River to deal with them.
River spoke first, "Ya hurt me sistah." His blue eyes turned their icy gaze on Smoker. "Ya ain't gonna live for more den anuddah hour. Would ya like a last word."
Luke glowered at the boys. "Dey don't deserve a last word. Really, dey don't."
Spot sneered. "Yeah sure. Ya know what I says? I say we bring Docks out heah an' let her get 'em back for what dey done."
River raised his cobalt eyes and smiled. "I'll go get her. She ain't gonna be to happy wit you guys..." At that he ran into the Lodging House.
Spot advanced on Cards with a smirk. "Ya done a real bad thing Cards. Ya don't mess wit me goils...especially not dat one." He brought a knee into the boy's stomach, causing him to double over in pain.
River came back out leading Docks. She took one look at the boys and burst into tears. "Kill them, River. Just kill them!" She snapped. River raised an eyebrow.
"Really?" He looked at Spot, questioningly.
Docks walked toward Gun and landed a hard punch in his mouth. He grabbed her shoulders and threw her at Dollar, who caught her. "Oh no. Don't hit back or we'll bring Brooklyn's real fightahs out heah. Trust me, ya don't wanna tango wit dem."
Spot laughed softly. "To bad the best one's a little hoit right now."
Luke grinned but shook his head. Then he grabbed Chew by the back of the neck and smashed his face into the side of the building. "Ya don't touch me sistahs, ya heah? Not Reilly, Julietta, Piper, or Marietta. Ya really screwed up, hoitin Docks."
Spot pitched Smoker into the ground and kicked the boy in the stomach before pounding into his face a good 20 times. Smoker was unconscious. Spot looked up to see that the only one left standing was Gun. He pulled his cane out and cracked the boy heavily in the back of the head. Gun collapsed.
Docks watched the entire fight from the steps with Spitfire. River stood shakily to his feet. If there was any boy in the city to rival Spot's fighting technique, it was River McGowen. The boy was the same height as Spot with black hair and blue eyes. His real name was Morgan. River wiped blood off his face, to reveal that it wasn't his blood. Spot choked and put an arm over Docks's shoulder. "Hey, we gotta talk." She glanced at him and nodded.
He led her up to his room and sat down. She took a seat next to him and sighed. "Yes?"
"When Spitfire said dat I didn't care...she was wrong, ya know?"
Docks reverted her gaze to the ground. "No I don't. Ya sleep around, drink heavily, and still say I'm da one for ya. I don't get it."
Spot sighed. "I can't love anyone like dat Reilly. I love ya. I do. But I can't love ya like dat...not now at least."
"Den do me a favah? At least quit one of 'em? Ya worryin' me Alex."
Spot groaned. This was not the choice he wanted to make. "Fine...I'll quit one for ya. What one da ya want me ta quit?"
Docks grinned. "I want ya ta quit da women...but I know dat's not what ya wanna do."
Spot swallowed. It would be hard but he'd do it for her. "Sure. I'll do it."
"And if ya don't do it, den I get ta torment ya for one whole hour. Deal?"
"What kinda torment? I don't wanna get in trouble wit River an' Dollar."
"Nothin I can't handle. Dey won't hoit ya if I tell 'em not to. Ya seen River. I got him wrapped around me finger!" She smiled.
Spot looked at her and had the sudden desire to kiss the pretty blonde girl. "Docks?"
She gazed at him. "Hmm?"
"Can I kiss ya?"
She jumped and then gave him a small smile. "Course ya can."
He leaned forward and caught her lips with his own. It was soft and quick but made Docks shiver all the same.
A/N-Oh yes. Go me! Chapter 3 is done! MWAHAHA!
Spot made his way down the crowded streets of the city. He didn't know exactly which Bronx boys had gotten Docks, but he'd find out. All he had to do was pick off one of the younger newsies from that area and make him spill. He grinned. It was like taking candy from a baby.
The first boy he saw was a little bigger than him but had a stupid look on his face so Spot decided that was he'd take down. "Hey you!" He shouted, walking toward him.
The boy caught sight of the cane, slingshot, and trademark red suspender, and took off running. Spot groaned. "No!" He snapped and tore after him. The other boy pushed through the crowd but was bigger and perceptibly less experienced than the Brooklyn superior. Spot caught him within five minutes and brought the newsie to the ground. "Sit still," He hissed, dragging the boy into an alley. "I ain't gonna hoit unless I deem it necessary!" 'Stop talkin' like dat!' He told himself. 'He won't believe ya really you! He don't need ta know ya ain't from New Yawk!'
Spot put his knees on the Bronx boy's chest and held him down. "Who attacked McGowen? Ya tell me an' I'll let ya go. I'll even take ya ta Brooklyn so da Bronx guys can't hoit ya."
"I don't know Conlon! Get off me!"
Spot rolled his eyes. "Wrong answer!" His fist connected with the other's face. He picked the boy up and slammed him into the brick wall. "Who did it an' wat's ya name?"
The kid trembled and managed to say, "Me name's Paper and it was Tin dat got her. I was dere Spot but I didn't touch her! I tried ta make 'em leave her alone but dey just shrugged me off. I even told 'em she was Reilly McGowen but dey still didn't listen."
Spot dropped Paper to the ground and grimaced. Tin wasn't the Bronx newsie Spot wanted a fight with. "Go ta Brooklyn Paper. Tell Spitfire Conlon dat Alex sent ya. An' I ain't Alex so don't even say I am!" He lied, not wanting the boy to know his name. Paper nodded and ran, leaving his papes on the ground.
Spot sauntered toward the warehouse where the Bronx newsies generally spent their time. The place was crowded with boys and Spot only looked for one. Tin, and he found him after a good ten minutes. "Tin," He called and waved the boy over. Tin, being the stupid lad that he was, ambled toward him. "Heya Tin, my boy. Ya remember me don't ya? Spot Conlon?"
"Sure I do Spot! Ya Brooklyn's leader..." He trailed off, realizing very suddenly why Spot was there. "Uh...dis is about da McGowen goil ain't it?"
Spot's eyes flashed rage and he glared at Tin. "Course it ain't Tinny me boy! Its about you bein' in me territory an' hoitin' on a' me goils! Who happens ta be Docks McGowen an' da closest thing I got ta a' friend."
Tin grimaced and then smirked. "Ya can't hoit me here Spot. Ya surronded by Bronx boys."
"Oh I know, but ya leadah, Tiger, ain't gonna be to happy when he hears ya put him on da bad side a' da McGowen family. Now, is he?"
Tin's gray eyes widened in terror. "C'mon Conlon, ya can't do dat ta me! Tiger'll kill me!"
Spot grinned. "Exactly. Den I get outta doin da doity woik an' you die anyways. Ya see, ya don't mess wit me without getting punished an' ya don't mess wit da McGowens, especially Reilly, without signin' ya own death sentence. C'mon!" Spot took hold of Tin's shoulder and dragged him toward Tiger, who sat at the other end of the warehouse.
Tiger and Spot had been mortal enemies in every term except the McGowen family. They both wanted to be on their good sides. So when Tiger saw Spot he saw an opportunity to dispose of his rival with great ease, but decided to let the boy talk first. "Conlon, I'se warned ya before not ta come heah but ya still do. Tin? What are ya doin' wit him? Did ya get caught in Brooklyn? Stupid asshole! I knew I shoulda sent Tino."
Spot shook his head. "No, Tiger. He was not only in Brooklyn, but he got ya on da bad side a' Luke, Patrick, an' River McGowen."
Tiger's brown eyes lit up with vehemence. "Wat did he do Spot? Don't tell me he soaked on a' da little ones. Sunny, Star, River, Rain...he didn't get Reilly did he?"
Spot smirked. "He didn't just get Docks...he soaked her wit a bunch a' ya uddah boys, he raped her, an' left her in da streets for us ta find. Ya don't make examples outta McGowen goils!"
Tiger looked down at Tin and said cynically, "So ya thought ya got one past me huh? Who else did it?"
Tin was shaking as he rambled off a list, "Smoker, Gun, Cards, Pepper, an' Chew. Oh, an' Paper was dere but he tried ta stop us."
Tiger smiled. "Well, here's what I'se gonna do: I'm gonna get da uddahs an' send ya ta Brooklyn wit Conlon an' a few a' me loyal boys. Den da McGowens an' Spot can deal wit ya accordingly. How dat sound Conlon?"
Spot smirked. "Dat sounds fine Tiger. Just fine..." He let go of Tin while Tiger sent for the other boys. They all appeared, solemn and sentient of the situation they were in.
Spot and four loyal Bronx boys escorted the six criminals to Brooklyn. After that the 4 boys left Spot, Luke, Patrick, and River to deal with them.
River spoke first, "Ya hurt me sistah." His blue eyes turned their icy gaze on Smoker. "Ya ain't gonna live for more den anuddah hour. Would ya like a last word."
Luke glowered at the boys. "Dey don't deserve a last word. Really, dey don't."
Spot sneered. "Yeah sure. Ya know what I says? I say we bring Docks out heah an' let her get 'em back for what dey done."
River raised his cobalt eyes and smiled. "I'll go get her. She ain't gonna be to happy wit you guys..." At that he ran into the Lodging House.
Spot advanced on Cards with a smirk. "Ya done a real bad thing Cards. Ya don't mess wit me goils...especially not dat one." He brought a knee into the boy's stomach, causing him to double over in pain.
River came back out leading Docks. She took one look at the boys and burst into tears. "Kill them, River. Just kill them!" She snapped. River raised an eyebrow.
"Really?" He looked at Spot, questioningly.
Docks walked toward Gun and landed a hard punch in his mouth. He grabbed her shoulders and threw her at Dollar, who caught her. "Oh no. Don't hit back or we'll bring Brooklyn's real fightahs out heah. Trust me, ya don't wanna tango wit dem."
Spot laughed softly. "To bad the best one's a little hoit right now."
Luke grinned but shook his head. Then he grabbed Chew by the back of the neck and smashed his face into the side of the building. "Ya don't touch me sistahs, ya heah? Not Reilly, Julietta, Piper, or Marietta. Ya really screwed up, hoitin Docks."
Spot pitched Smoker into the ground and kicked the boy in the stomach before pounding into his face a good 20 times. Smoker was unconscious. Spot looked up to see that the only one left standing was Gun. He pulled his cane out and cracked the boy heavily in the back of the head. Gun collapsed.
Docks watched the entire fight from the steps with Spitfire. River stood shakily to his feet. If there was any boy in the city to rival Spot's fighting technique, it was River McGowen. The boy was the same height as Spot with black hair and blue eyes. His real name was Morgan. River wiped blood off his face, to reveal that it wasn't his blood. Spot choked and put an arm over Docks's shoulder. "Hey, we gotta talk." She glanced at him and nodded.
He led her up to his room and sat down. She took a seat next to him and sighed. "Yes?"
"When Spitfire said dat I didn't care...she was wrong, ya know?"
Docks reverted her gaze to the ground. "No I don't. Ya sleep around, drink heavily, and still say I'm da one for ya. I don't get it."
Spot sighed. "I can't love anyone like dat Reilly. I love ya. I do. But I can't love ya like dat...not now at least."
"Den do me a favah? At least quit one of 'em? Ya worryin' me Alex."
Spot groaned. This was not the choice he wanted to make. "Fine...I'll quit one for ya. What one da ya want me ta quit?"
Docks grinned. "I want ya ta quit da women...but I know dat's not what ya wanna do."
Spot swallowed. It would be hard but he'd do it for her. "Sure. I'll do it."
"And if ya don't do it, den I get ta torment ya for one whole hour. Deal?"
"What kinda torment? I don't wanna get in trouble wit River an' Dollar."
"Nothin I can't handle. Dey won't hoit ya if I tell 'em not to. Ya seen River. I got him wrapped around me finger!" She smiled.
Spot looked at her and had the sudden desire to kiss the pretty blonde girl. "Docks?"
She gazed at him. "Hmm?"
"Can I kiss ya?"
She jumped and then gave him a small smile. "Course ya can."
He leaned forward and caught her lips with his own. It was soft and quick but made Docks shiver all the same.
A/N-Oh yes. Go me! Chapter 3 is done! MWAHAHA!