Mizu-chan's Notes: Hey guys! Wow, it's almost over! There are only two more chapters after this one. I was hoping on getting an even 100 reviews for this story, so if you're reading this.. please, please review! I'll simply explode if I get 100, haha.
Oh, and also.. after this chapter, the story gets really twisted, kinda out of the blue. Since I wrote it a long time ago, I was debating on just re-writing the entire ending and "untwisting" it slightly. But it's up to you guys. Let me know whether you want to see the original messed-up ending or a new revised one. Thanks so much!
ToXiC-SeOul-FiRe Hey, I'm so glad you liked my story! Thanks for the review!
Splashey Yep yep, Spot got himself ambushed. This chapter doesn't explain much about the ambush.. so you'll have to wait even longer to see what really happened, mwahaha. Thanks for the review!
Outsider Wolf Yaay! I am so glad you found my story funny. I try hard to make my story funny at times so I'm glad it worked! Thanks for the awesome review!
bitemytoemrmoe I'm so glad you reviewed, I was a bit bummed when you didn't at first. I'm so grateful for the way you review every chapter, it really, really means a lot! And hm.. hurting Spots face? I don't think I could ever force myself to do that, hehe!
On with the show!
Chapter 15
New York City
Midtown
Near Midnight
1900
"Sorry, Kaa. But I did promise to not do nothing," Selece deviously smirked, as she slithered from her bed to the ground. Her feet tapped across the floor, silently and softly like a primadonna ballerina. She snatched up Blink's vest that was hanging on the bedpost then tiptoed towards the door.
Suddenly, a cold hand reached out from one of the bottom bunks. Selece repressed a scream of terror then fearfully glanced to the girl on the bunk. As her eyes adjusted, she figured out who the girl was. "G.. gambler?"
"Yeah, that's me. What ya doing, Uhm?" Gambler said in a hushed whisper. Selece couldn't tell if the girl was trying to be mean or nice.
"I'm, uhm, I'm, uhm uhm, going for a walk," Selece said, giving off a nervous giggle. She froze; hoping that hadn't wakened anyone.
"At night? Sure, ya are," Gambler smirked. "You're off to save your boy." At Selece's silence, Gambler's smirk widened. "Don't think no one knows 'bout you and Spot. It's been the talk of the town."
"Listen, Gambler, I really have to go. And we might wake someone up.." Selece trailed off, hoping the other girl would catch the drift.
"Yeah yeah," Gamblers hand released Selece's leg. "Go save your boy."
Selece grinned, whispering out a rushed "Thanks" before she raced out the door and down the steps, sliding into Kid's vest as she went out into the night air.
New York City
Walking
October 15th
1900
"Hey, sugar darlin'," a snide voice smothered the night air. Selece glanced around into the darkness, dimly lit by streetlights. She spotted a drunk, lurching to the side as he tried to walk closer to the girl. Selece snorted, rolling her eyes quickly before quickening her pace. She didn't have time to deal with some drunk who thought he might get lucky tonight.
When he had said "sugar" something had clicked in the girls mind. As Selece left the drunk to wither in the streets, her mind churned out possibilities. She already knew it was probably Sugar who had formed the ambush of Spot. But why? Was it because of Spot and herself? Selece growled.
"What a bitch," came her angry voice, surprising even herself. She paused for a moment as a sudden realization struck her. The idea of Spot being in any sort of harm upset her more than she had ever thought possible. She was so full of adrenaline yet smothered with such worry. It took every ounce of her meager supply of courage to keep from falling into a sobbing heap on the Brooklyn Bridge. "What's wrong with me?" Selece whispered harshly as her body simply shook from all the intense emotions swirling around inside her. She didn't dare answer her own question.
New York City
Brooklyn
October 15th (Same time as Selece walking)
1900
Spot sat there stunned, staring blankly at the floor. His arms were tied tightly behind the chair and the fire of his spirit had been quickly doused by Sugar. Sugar's words came running through his head again and the boy moaned. How could he not have realized any of that? How could he have been so stupid? The broken leader moaned again and finally just gave up.
Selece rubbed her arms. It was so cold at night. The girl glanced to the sky, wondering when the sun was planning on rising. Hopefully not too soon. It'd be harder to help Spot if Sugar was up. Selece then glanced over at the lodging house, staring fearfully at the lit door. Hopefully, no newsie would be returning late this night. She bit her lip, noticing how her entire plan relied on flimsy hopes.
Selece then glanced around, spotting the usual drunks and creatures of the night. Taking a deep breath and praying no one would bother her, the girl dashed into the alley way. She then slowed her pace and began to tiptoe up the fire escape.
Sugar slithered over to Ant, a bright grin on her face. She wrapped her arms around Ant, pulling the younger girl into her lap. Ant struggled to get out of Sugar's grasp but Sugar just kept on rocking. "Don't worry, Tuirean.. we got him. He's not getting away again," murmured Sugar as she kept rocking back and forth. A soft Irish accent that hadn't been there before fell onto her words.
"I know, Aoife," growled the younger girl as she squirmed harder. She also carried an Irish accent.
Sugar kept her arms tight, pulling Ant even closer, "Stop trying so hard. It has to be this way."
Ant's eyes went wider then they ever had as her squirming took on a desperate pace. She urgently searched around for another newsie but then remembered despairingly that they were all sleeping in the lobby or guarding Spot Conlon.
"Don't worry, Tuirean. Ssshh, sshh, don't worry. They're waiting for you, little one. They told me," Sugar said, a glaze falling slowly over her eyes. Neither noticed as Selece tiptoed past them in the darkness of the night.
Selece breathed a sigh of relief as no one in the bunkrooms noticed her as she scurried up the fire escape. Her feet were driven by a blind instinct that kept her from peeking into any of the lower windows. She knew Spot wouldn't be there.
Selece's steps were suddenly stopped at the fourth window up. A heavy silence seemed to smother the room. The gut instinct that had been leading her so far was urging her to go closer to the window. Slowly she gulped and carefully edged towards the window.
The silence was broken with a human noise. It was a mixture of a despairing moan and an indignant growl. Every time the noise filled the air, Selece would jump an inch off the metallic fire escape. Finally, she calmed her nerves and moved the curtains of the window, staring into the darkness.
Where was the boy? She squinted, trying hard to find him, afraid he would jump at her any second, afraid this was some sort of trap. Breathing deeply to calm herself, the girl finally found her voice and spoke, "Spot? Spot, is that you?" There was no reply, just a husky deep breathing. "My name is Selece Depardieu. I used to go to school around here. What is your name?" Selece tried again, trying to keep her nervous voice steady. "Where is Spot?"
"Uhm.." the boy paused, trailing off for the moment. Before Selece could speak, though, he quickly began again, "My name is Amorgen O'Malley. I'm.. I'm Spot Conlon."
What did Sugar tell Spot that made him so crazy?
What is Sugar going to do to Ant?
And just where did the author come up with those names!
Again! Find out in the next part of…
THE..
STORY..
OF..
UHM!
