"So, you are the famous slut Sodapop?" A voice asked Soda when she got dragged up to a throne which held a guy. He looked really pathetic from what she saw.
"Hey! Who's you'se callin' a slut ya asshole?!" Soda yelled back at him. He turned around and jumped down. "You." He said eying her. "Look pal, no one calls me a slut got dat?" She asked spitting at him. "Well babe, you'se can clam down I know you'se can adjust to this...." He was saying.
"Well, I oughta be goin' now..." Soda said and turned to walk away. "You wait right there! You'se aint goin' any where. You'se is kinda cute and I'd like to see ya soaked to understanding. From start to finish." He said snapping his fingers and the 2 henchman grabbed her by her arms again.
"The hell are these things? Lapdogs?" She asked gesturing with her head to the henchman. " I'se say we'se teach ya a lesson, plus you'se is Manhattan trash aint ya? You'se Mush's goil? Well not for long you little hore." He said snapping his fingers again. Two men came forward ready to soak her. She wrenched loose and knocked both of the guys down and started to make a run for it.
Soon guys started just to pop out of no where. She looked around for an escape route but there was no way...no way at all. They started closing in on her. Another guy came forward with brass knuckles and a chain. "Oh shit..." She muttered trying to back up as far as she could. Soon the same two guys came forward and grabbed her arms and held her in place while the other guy swung the chain.....
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Spot and the others were trying to find a new clue to Soda's disappearance when they heard a LONG piercing scream that would haunt them forever. "SODA!" Mush yelled following the screams. Spot took off as fast as Mush did and together they ran for what seemed like 1 million miles while the screams of agony were getting closer and louder.
"STOP, please." There was a real weak, pleading cry. Then they came across a crowd of the Harlem Newsies. They heard a final hit and boys cheering. Soon they forced their way through the crowd to find Soda lying on the ground full of blood. She had gashes on her face and a real bad cut on her lip. The deepest gash was on her cheek. Blood was still flowing openly from it. Her clothes were dirty and ripped and her hair was in her face and full of blood.
"What the fuck did you do!" Spot yelled going up to The leader and punching him squarely right in the jaw. "Who the hell are you?" He demanded holding his jaw with his hand. "I'm Spot Leada of Brooklyn and your ass and now you'se go and soak one of me newsies? A goil one at dat. You'se is facing some strong penaltys here asshole." Spot said dangerously.
"You really think I'm scared of you shortie?" He snarled. That was the BIGGEST mistake. "Mother fucker!" Spot yelled and tackled him to the ground and started to punch the living day lights out of him. Until the Newsies broke them apart. The leader got up and held his right eye and making a face. A face like no other. The face that Soda and him both knew. That face was when his eyes were full of fright and innocence and his mouth hung open a quarter inch and his eyebrows were slightly raised. "Holy shit..." Spot said finally realizing who it was.
"You're Josh." Spot said falling beside Soda. "Who are you?" He demanded coming forward looking him over. "Alex..." He muttered. Alex, Hallie and Josh were best friends at the orphanage. "Where have you been?" Josh asked him. "I've been in Brooklyn how's about you'se?" Spot asked. "Well, Ise broke out 3 months ago and became leada of Harlem." Josh said in a type of bragging tone.
"I'se also came out here to find Hallie. Do ya remember her?" Josh asked. "Well why wouldn't I? She's right there." Spot said gesturing to Soda. "No, I don't think so. This is Soda. She is a Newsie Slut in Manhattan." Josh said. "Take a closer look." Spot said ripping off her hat revealing her waist length black hair. "Fuck!" Josh screamed and held his head in agony.
********************1 week later***********************
Soda woke up in her usual room. She saw Spot and he immediatly came running over to her bed. Then she saw Mush, Blink and The Harlem leader. "Spot, get him away! He's trying to kill me!" She cried hugging him so he couldn't come near. "It's ok dat's Josh." Spot replied. "Hey Hal." He said dryly. He sounded nervous and sad.
"What are you doing here?" She asked dangerously narrowing her eyes. "Hal, I'se didn't know dis was you. I got me orders to soak a slut from Manhattan named Soda. Dere was dis goil and she came and told me that she had orders to tell me to do it. I'se so sorry." He said holding her hand with his pleading face.
"Goil? What Goil?" Spot asked turning to him sharply. Well, she was about 5'1, she had shoulder length black hair with blonde streaks....Her name was Lighting Coleman." He said recalling the name. "What?!" Spot scremed in outrage.
*******Sorry I got to go to bed! I'll post more tomorrow!**********
"Hey! Who's you'se callin' a slut ya asshole?!" Soda yelled back at him. He turned around and jumped down. "You." He said eying her. "Look pal, no one calls me a slut got dat?" She asked spitting at him. "Well babe, you'se can clam down I know you'se can adjust to this...." He was saying.
"Well, I oughta be goin' now..." Soda said and turned to walk away. "You wait right there! You'se aint goin' any where. You'se is kinda cute and I'd like to see ya soaked to understanding. From start to finish." He said snapping his fingers and the 2 henchman grabbed her by her arms again.
"The hell are these things? Lapdogs?" She asked gesturing with her head to the henchman. " I'se say we'se teach ya a lesson, plus you'se is Manhattan trash aint ya? You'se Mush's goil? Well not for long you little hore." He said snapping his fingers again. Two men came forward ready to soak her. She wrenched loose and knocked both of the guys down and started to make a run for it.
Soon guys started just to pop out of no where. She looked around for an escape route but there was no way...no way at all. They started closing in on her. Another guy came forward with brass knuckles and a chain. "Oh shit..." She muttered trying to back up as far as she could. Soon the same two guys came forward and grabbed her arms and held her in place while the other guy swung the chain.....
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Spot and the others were trying to find a new clue to Soda's disappearance when they heard a LONG piercing scream that would haunt them forever. "SODA!" Mush yelled following the screams. Spot took off as fast as Mush did and together they ran for what seemed like 1 million miles while the screams of agony were getting closer and louder.
"STOP, please." There was a real weak, pleading cry. Then they came across a crowd of the Harlem Newsies. They heard a final hit and boys cheering. Soon they forced their way through the crowd to find Soda lying on the ground full of blood. She had gashes on her face and a real bad cut on her lip. The deepest gash was on her cheek. Blood was still flowing openly from it. Her clothes were dirty and ripped and her hair was in her face and full of blood.
"What the fuck did you do!" Spot yelled going up to The leader and punching him squarely right in the jaw. "Who the hell are you?" He demanded holding his jaw with his hand. "I'm Spot Leada of Brooklyn and your ass and now you'se go and soak one of me newsies? A goil one at dat. You'se is facing some strong penaltys here asshole." Spot said dangerously.
"You really think I'm scared of you shortie?" He snarled. That was the BIGGEST mistake. "Mother fucker!" Spot yelled and tackled him to the ground and started to punch the living day lights out of him. Until the Newsies broke them apart. The leader got up and held his right eye and making a face. A face like no other. The face that Soda and him both knew. That face was when his eyes were full of fright and innocence and his mouth hung open a quarter inch and his eyebrows were slightly raised. "Holy shit..." Spot said finally realizing who it was.
"You're Josh." Spot said falling beside Soda. "Who are you?" He demanded coming forward looking him over. "Alex..." He muttered. Alex, Hallie and Josh were best friends at the orphanage. "Where have you been?" Josh asked him. "I've been in Brooklyn how's about you'se?" Spot asked. "Well, Ise broke out 3 months ago and became leada of Harlem." Josh said in a type of bragging tone.
"I'se also came out here to find Hallie. Do ya remember her?" Josh asked. "Well why wouldn't I? She's right there." Spot said gesturing to Soda. "No, I don't think so. This is Soda. She is a Newsie Slut in Manhattan." Josh said. "Take a closer look." Spot said ripping off her hat revealing her waist length black hair. "Fuck!" Josh screamed and held his head in agony.
********************1 week later***********************
Soda woke up in her usual room. She saw Spot and he immediatly came running over to her bed. Then she saw Mush, Blink and The Harlem leader. "Spot, get him away! He's trying to kill me!" She cried hugging him so he couldn't come near. "It's ok dat's Josh." Spot replied. "Hey Hal." He said dryly. He sounded nervous and sad.
"What are you doing here?" She asked dangerously narrowing her eyes. "Hal, I'se didn't know dis was you. I got me orders to soak a slut from Manhattan named Soda. Dere was dis goil and she came and told me that she had orders to tell me to do it. I'se so sorry." He said holding her hand with his pleading face.
"Goil? What Goil?" Spot asked turning to him sharply. Well, she was about 5'1, she had shoulder length black hair with blonde streaks....Her name was Lighting Coleman." He said recalling the name. "What?!" Spot scremed in outrage.
*******Sorry I got to go to bed! I'll post more tomorrow!**********