Give me time to write. This is my first FF and I go through major
writer's block.
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As Storm awoke she was aware of two things: the cold alley floor had become a soft bed and that her arm hurt like hell.
"Where .. Where am I?" she whispered as she sat up in the bed.
"It is you," the voice of a little Italian boy sitting on the chair next to the bed said as he put out his cigar.
"Heya Race," she said smiling slightly.
"Well, where are ya, huh?" he asked looking around him. "Take a guess."
Storm followed his eyes and looked around the room full of bunk beds and clothes on the floor.
"Home," she stated.
"Coise," Race said smiling.
"Will ya stop bothering the goil, Race," a new voice called. Storm had never heard this voice before, nor had she seen the boy who it belonged to.
As he spoke the words a boy a few inches taller than Storm stepped forward. He had sandy blond hair and steel gray eyes. He carried a gold tipped cane and a slingshot in his pocket. Suddenly Storm remembered him as the other boy who had been with Race. In his hand he carried a basin of water and a clean rage.
"Who are you?" Storm asked staring coldly at the boy as he sat down next to her on the bed.
"Spot Conlon, leadah o' Brooklyn," he stated as he dipped the rag in the water. "Now hold still, this might sting," he added pressing the cloth to Storm's forehead.
Storm flinched d a little as the water-downed cloth hit what was obviously a large cut on her forehead.
Just as the cold water was lulling Storm into a deep sleep, the door to the bunk room opened and in came a tall blond haired blue eyed boy with a shorter brown curly hair and brown eyes that looked overly sad and depressed.
"Well, if it ain't Kid Blink and Mush," Strom said smirking at her old friends.
Kid Blink, named for his one-eyed patched face, and Mush, for his oatmeal skin, ran the rest of the way to Storm's bed and enveloped her in a tight hug.
"Guys," she squeaked a moment later. "Guys, I just got soaked if you don't mind."
The guys quickly stepped back and just stared at the 16-year-old girl sitting up in the bed.
"So, Blink how's the eye?" Storm asked looking up at her friend.
"Comes and goes," the boy replied sadly.
"Quelli con gli occhi non vede sempre. Quelli senza manca la bellezza della Terra. Ma lei può vedere entrambi il Heven e l'Inferno, e nei suoi occhi vedo un uomo ed un Dio come bene," Storm said in Italian. "What did she say?" Spot asked as he made room for Mush and Blink to sit done. "She said," Race started.
As Storm awoke she was aware of two things: the cold alley floor had become a soft bed and that her arm hurt like hell.
"Where .. Where am I?" she whispered as she sat up in the bed.
"It is you," the voice of a little Italian boy sitting on the chair next to the bed said as he put out his cigar.
"Heya Race," she said smiling slightly.
"Well, where are ya, huh?" he asked looking around him. "Take a guess."
Storm followed his eyes and looked around the room full of bunk beds and clothes on the floor.
"Home," she stated.
"Coise," Race said smiling.
"Will ya stop bothering the goil, Race," a new voice called. Storm had never heard this voice before, nor had she seen the boy who it belonged to.
As he spoke the words a boy a few inches taller than Storm stepped forward. He had sandy blond hair and steel gray eyes. He carried a gold tipped cane and a slingshot in his pocket. Suddenly Storm remembered him as the other boy who had been with Race. In his hand he carried a basin of water and a clean rage.
"Who are you?" Storm asked staring coldly at the boy as he sat down next to her on the bed.
"Spot Conlon, leadah o' Brooklyn," he stated as he dipped the rag in the water. "Now hold still, this might sting," he added pressing the cloth to Storm's forehead.
Storm flinched d a little as the water-downed cloth hit what was obviously a large cut on her forehead.
Just as the cold water was lulling Storm into a deep sleep, the door to the bunk room opened and in came a tall blond haired blue eyed boy with a shorter brown curly hair and brown eyes that looked overly sad and depressed.
"Well, if it ain't Kid Blink and Mush," Strom said smirking at her old friends.
Kid Blink, named for his one-eyed patched face, and Mush, for his oatmeal skin, ran the rest of the way to Storm's bed and enveloped her in a tight hug.
"Guys," she squeaked a moment later. "Guys, I just got soaked if you don't mind."
The guys quickly stepped back and just stared at the 16-year-old girl sitting up in the bed.
"So, Blink how's the eye?" Storm asked looking up at her friend.
"Comes and goes," the boy replied sadly.
"Quelli con gli occhi non vede sempre. Quelli senza manca la bellezza della Terra. Ma lei può vedere entrambi il Heven e l'Inferno, e nei suoi occhi vedo un uomo ed un Dio come bene," Storm said in Italian. "What did she say?" Spot asked as he made room for Mush and Blink to sit done. "She said," Race started.