Title: Cuts Like A Knife
Author: Stress
First written: May 12, 2002
Edited and replaced: January 21, 2005
Summary: Part I of the Soul Mates Series; She thought that life couldn't get any better. She had friends and a family that loved her – she was taken care of and had no complaints. But that was before he came into her life. And, no matter how hard she tries to escape his grasp, he'll never let her go.
Back in Queens
Crash. "Where the hell is he!"
Bang. "I'm gonna kill him!"
Boom. "How dare he do this to me!"
Those sounds and more were heard coming from the spare bedroom in the Queen's Lodging House for Girls. Standing in the adjoined bunkroom, the rest of the girls stood, ears pressed to the door.
"Hiya girls! What's going on here?" Tunes said in her typically musical voice as she flounced into the bunkroom, fresh from her date with one the newest newsies in town, Froggy.
"Shhh! Be quiet, would you?" glared Moneybags as she pointed to the closed door of the spare room that was usually vacant, only occupied when a guest would spend the night.
"Sorry." Tunes whispered as she walked over to join the five other apprehensive-looking girls that were frozen in place. She turned to face Iris. "Why are we hiding outside this door, Iris?"
Iris shook her head gently, her glasses sliding down the edge of her nose. Dice, noticing her friend's inability to answer Tunes's question, responded softly. "Spindle's been in there for the last couple of hours, screaming her head off and throwing things around."
"Wha- why- who?" Tunes's stumbled incoherently, not grasping Dice's words. Her concentration kept getting thrown off due to the loud bangs and crashes coming from the inside of the room.
Quipster looked over at Tunes and covered her mouth with her hand. "Tunes, hush up. We don't want Spindle to know that we're out here. She might take her anger out on us."
Tunes, taken aback at first by Quipster's gesture, retaliated by biting her hand. As Quipster shrieked and pulled her hand away from Tunes' sharp incisors, Tunes laughed. "Tastes just like chicken." she joked, ignoring the fact that everything around her had gone quiet.
"What's a matter, Corner?" she questioned as she turned, her back to the door of the spare room, to face her paled comrade.
Corner's only response was to turn and point at the door over Tunes' shoulder.
A door that had just creaked open.