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Chapter Eleven
"Francis Percival Sullivan!" Jack cringed at the sound of his full name. He glared darkly at Race and Mush who fell to the ground holding their sides.
"Youse middle name 's "Percival?" Race had tears of laughter streaming down his cheeks as he gasped for life-giving air.
"Yeah, wanna make sumtin' of it?" Jack's dangerously cold voice made both boys swallow what was left of their laughter.
Jack turned to face the furious girl behind him. She made a funny picture standing several inches shorter then him hands on her hips, eyes sparkling with anger.
"What ken I'se do's for ya, Short Stuff?" Kat's eyes went from smoldering to blazing in mere seconds as pure fury filled her veins. Before any of the boys knew what was happening, Kat leapt at the smirking figure of Kelly. Her balled fist nicked his jaw making Jack stumble backward with his head reeling.
Spot and Blink returned a little ruffled and heated in time to keep Kat from ripping into Jack more.
"Don't eva call me 'short,' Jack!" Kat's southern accent was strong in her fury.
Jack step back up to Kat rubbing his soar jaw. His eyes twinkled with laughter as he stared at the angry girl straining against her captors. For being rather small in stature, Kat threw quite a punch.
"Fine, I'se 'll keep da name to meself." He knew his cocky grin only infuriated her more. It was fun rubbing against Kat's nerves.
Kat indignantly pulled her arms out of the boys' grasp and defiantly tossed her head. Then, with an evil look in her eyes, she spun on her heel and confidently strode back toward the party. After going several yards, she turned back to the group of stunned boys behind her.
"Well?" She quirked her eyebrow at their confused expressions.
Spot crossed his arms and stared back at her. "Well what?"
Kat gave an exasperated sigh before turning toward the party once more. "Don't y'all want to see the fun?"
The boys glanced at each other before cautiously hurrying after the girl. In her present state, there was no telling what she would do to herself and others.
Kat's face was set in stone. Her posture erect and defiant as she marched through the crowd with her head held high. Her smoldering eyes searched the sea of people till they found her target. Like a cat after a mouse, Kat's eyes locked onto her prey and never wavered. An icy calm resonated from her being as she weaved in and out of bunches of people, her rag tag army close on her heels.
Her small train brought curious looks and gestures from the crowd. Who wouldn't wonder about a line of nine boys following a girl like chicks following their mother? It also caught the attention of her relatives who promptly knew something was happening. They slowly made their way toward Kat and her destination just in case the girl needed back up. Kat stomped up to Tony's turned back. With a smirk that said she was looking forward to what came next, she lightly tapped his shoulder.
Tony turned around only to be met by a balled fist being hammered into his nose. There was a simultaneous gasp that rose all around the yard at the sound of breaking bones. Crimson blood squirted from between Tony's fingers giving evidence that Kat had broken his nose.
Tony glared murderously at the fiery girl before him. She stood triumphantly before him, arms crossed defiantly across her chest. A sarcastic smirk spread across her lips as she bent toward his pained form.
"I ain't scared of you any more. I want you off this property before I count to ten. Go back to whatever hole you crawled out of and stay there. I'm free of you, but if you dare touch, look, or think about me again, I'll kill ya mahself. Is that perfectly clear to your tiny brain, or do I have to spell it out for you?"
Kat spat at the ground between Tony's feet before spinning back to her friends. Rage boiled up in his soul. With a low growl, Tony leapt after her.
"You little b…!" His threat was cut short by the sight of two flashing .6mm gun barrels. Kat's cold, hard eyes and sardonic smile were on the other side of the guns.
Over each of her shoulders poked two rifle barrels held by Frank and Cole. On her right side stood Jesse and Jim with a pair of 'six guns' each and on her left stood Bob with a short rifle and the newsies with their fists at the ready.
"Ya see Tony, things changed since you were here last. I'm not so alone anymore. And I'm not as stupid or naïve like I used to be. You can't hurt me anymore. Now, get out!" Her command was enforced by the clicks of cocking weapons, starting with hers.
Tony stared at the girl with hatred and amazement before turning on his heel and unhitching his horse. The whole yard of people was silent as a graveyard as all watched Tony gallop out into the night nursing his sore nose and wounded pride.
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