Chapter 3! Here we go!
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"Dose with eyes don't always see. Dose widout miss Earth's beauty. But youse can see both Heaven and 'ell, and in your eyes I see a man and a God as well," Blink answered before Race could finish.
"Well, if youse done wid da reunion, I'se gonna get Jack," Race said as he stood up to leave.
"So," Mush said as the room went into silence.
"Speak, Mush," Storm commanded.
"Well, is ya back ta stay?" Mush asked looking into Storm's gray-green-blue eyes.
"I guess," Storm said looking at her hands in her lap. "I kinda just-"
"Well, well, well. If it ain't Princess Storm 'ere again," a familiar voice called from the door way to the bunkroom.
"Burn in Hell, Kelly!" Storm called to the other side of the room.
"Only if youse come wid me," Jack Kelly said as he walked toward the girl.
"Drop dead, FRANCIS," Storm said stretching Jack's birth name.
Spot was ready to die from shock. No one, on one ever talked like that to Jack Kelly, Leader of Manhattan, and got away with it, let alone call him Francis. If that had been Spot he would have soaked the girl then and there. That's when Spot turned to Storm and saw the tears welling up in her eyes.
"Youse never gonna forgive me is ya?" Jack asked as he sat in the chair Race had just been sitting in.
"It ain't you, it's me," Storm said bowing her head.
Spot took that opportunity to speak up.
"Awight guys, out! Youse disturbin' me patient!" Spot said in a voice that commanded immediate action.
The four boys didn't have to be told twice as they hustled out, Blink and Mush stopping only to hug Storm before leaving.
"Thanx," Storm whispered as she dropped against her pillows.
"No problem," Spot said as he dipped the rag back into the water and dabbed it on her forehead again. "So what was ya doin' fightin' dose guys?"
"Well, I saw dis kid getting' knocked around and I figured dat I'se might as well help 'im out," Storm sighed. "At least he got away."
"Dat was brave," Spot said, impressed, which was unusual for the Brooklyn Leader.
"Thanx," Storm whispered as she let her eyes close.
"Youse can sleep, I'se gonna make sure dey leave ya be," Spot said as the girl snuggled into the pillows and allowed a deep black sleep to engulf her.
"G'night," was the last thing she heard.
"Dose with eyes don't always see. Dose widout miss Earth's beauty. But youse can see both Heaven and 'ell, and in your eyes I see a man and a God as well," Blink answered before Race could finish.
"Well, if youse done wid da reunion, I'se gonna get Jack," Race said as he stood up to leave.
"So," Mush said as the room went into silence.
"Speak, Mush," Storm commanded.
"Well, is ya back ta stay?" Mush asked looking into Storm's gray-green-blue eyes.
"I guess," Storm said looking at her hands in her lap. "I kinda just-"
"Well, well, well. If it ain't Princess Storm 'ere again," a familiar voice called from the door way to the bunkroom.
"Burn in Hell, Kelly!" Storm called to the other side of the room.
"Only if youse come wid me," Jack Kelly said as he walked toward the girl.
"Drop dead, FRANCIS," Storm said stretching Jack's birth name.
Spot was ready to die from shock. No one, on one ever talked like that to Jack Kelly, Leader of Manhattan, and got away with it, let alone call him Francis. If that had been Spot he would have soaked the girl then and there. That's when Spot turned to Storm and saw the tears welling up in her eyes.
"Youse never gonna forgive me is ya?" Jack asked as he sat in the chair Race had just been sitting in.
"It ain't you, it's me," Storm said bowing her head.
Spot took that opportunity to speak up.
"Awight guys, out! Youse disturbin' me patient!" Spot said in a voice that commanded immediate action.
The four boys didn't have to be told twice as they hustled out, Blink and Mush stopping only to hug Storm before leaving.
"Thanx," Storm whispered as she dropped against her pillows.
"No problem," Spot said as he dipped the rag back into the water and dabbed it on her forehead again. "So what was ya doin' fightin' dose guys?"
"Well, I saw dis kid getting' knocked around and I figured dat I'se might as well help 'im out," Storm sighed. "At least he got away."
"Dat was brave," Spot said, impressed, which was unusual for the Brooklyn Leader.
"Thanx," Storm whispered as she let her eyes close.
"Youse can sleep, I'se gonna make sure dey leave ya be," Spot said as the girl snuggled into the pillows and allowed a deep black sleep to engulf her.
"G'night," was the last thing she heard.