Chapter 9
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Storm and Spot made it to the Brooklyn Bridge before Strom broke down.
"Storm, c'mon. It's alwight," Spot said as he wrapped his arms around her and let her cry.
When Storm finally had herself under control, she gently pulled away and looked at the ground.
"God, twice in one day," she mumbled to herself.
"Youse alwight?" Spot asked causing her to look up at him.
"No," she said. Then looking out at the bridge said, "But I'se gonna be."
"Ya know we ain't neva had a goil newsie afore, 'cept Magic," Spot admitted to her as they started walking again.
"Why not?" Storm asked wiping her eyes again.
"Most of da guys aren't 'xactly female friendly," Spot told her. She glanced at him. "Dey like ta take 'vantage of a goil. Make 'er t'ink dey like 'er, get wha dey want, and drop 'er."
"Ya know youse makin' me wanna go ta Brooklyn more an' more," she said sarcastically.
"Really?" Spot asked looking at her, slightly startled.
"Didn't youse notice da sarcasm drippin' from me mouth?" Storm asked staring at Spot but he had stopped walking as they reached the middle of the bridge.
"We'se got company," he muttered to her. "Don't turn around."
But Storm did just that and then called into the darkness, "Shadow, Midnight, Smoke, wha are youse doin' 'ere?"
"Well, if it ain't da traitor, back from, where were ya dis time?" the 16 year old boy dressed in gray said stepping into the small light given off by the streetlamp.
"Somewhere far from youse Smoke," Storm said in a bored tone.
"Oh, I'se don't think she wants ta talk ta us," a girl the same age with bleach blonde hair dressed in black said stepping beside the boy.
"Really, Midnight? What eva gave youse dat idea?" Storm said tartly.
"C'mon Storm, let's play aliddle," the last girl said as she stepped into the light. She was 17 and dressed in pure black with her long black tresses flowing in the late summer breeze.
"Nah, I'se don't think so Shadow," Storm said, fire sparking in her blue eyes.
"What's wrong Storm?" Shadow asked as she pulled a knife from her pocket. "Don't youse 'member da agreement?"
"Shadow why don't we settle dis later, like when youse don't got half of Brooklyn surrounding ya," Storm said smoothly.
"What ya talkin 'bout goilie," Smoke asked.
"Yeah, it's jist youse and us," Midnight added.
"And us," a strong male voice called from behind Storm and Spot.
Answering cries were heard father behind them. Shadow replaced her knife and looked into Storm's eyes.
"Youse got lucky," she said. "Next time youse'll be in trouble."
Shadow looked to Smoke and Midnight jerking her head slightly in the direction they had come. Smoke and Midnight nodded and led the way back into the night. As Shadow turned a knife embedded itself in the bridge just and inch from her foot.
"I'se forgot ta give youse dat when I'se left," Storm said to the girl.
Bending Shadow retrieved the knife and replied, "Next time youse see it, it'll be in youse chest."
"Remember Shadow, if I'se die, so do youse," Storm said calmly.
Shadow made no replied, instead she followed Smoke and Midnight over into Manhattan.
Spot looked at Storm and they walked the rest of the way across the bridge and into Brooklyn. And somewhere in the distance the thunder rolled and a storm brewed,
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Storm and Spot made it to the Brooklyn Bridge before Strom broke down.
"Storm, c'mon. It's alwight," Spot said as he wrapped his arms around her and let her cry.
When Storm finally had herself under control, she gently pulled away and looked at the ground.
"God, twice in one day," she mumbled to herself.
"Youse alwight?" Spot asked causing her to look up at him.
"No," she said. Then looking out at the bridge said, "But I'se gonna be."
"Ya know we ain't neva had a goil newsie afore, 'cept Magic," Spot admitted to her as they started walking again.
"Why not?" Storm asked wiping her eyes again.
"Most of da guys aren't 'xactly female friendly," Spot told her. She glanced at him. "Dey like ta take 'vantage of a goil. Make 'er t'ink dey like 'er, get wha dey want, and drop 'er."
"Ya know youse makin' me wanna go ta Brooklyn more an' more," she said sarcastically.
"Really?" Spot asked looking at her, slightly startled.
"Didn't youse notice da sarcasm drippin' from me mouth?" Storm asked staring at Spot but he had stopped walking as they reached the middle of the bridge.
"We'se got company," he muttered to her. "Don't turn around."
But Storm did just that and then called into the darkness, "Shadow, Midnight, Smoke, wha are youse doin' 'ere?"
"Well, if it ain't da traitor, back from, where were ya dis time?" the 16 year old boy dressed in gray said stepping into the small light given off by the streetlamp.
"Somewhere far from youse Smoke," Storm said in a bored tone.
"Oh, I'se don't think she wants ta talk ta us," a girl the same age with bleach blonde hair dressed in black said stepping beside the boy.
"Really, Midnight? What eva gave youse dat idea?" Storm said tartly.
"C'mon Storm, let's play aliddle," the last girl said as she stepped into the light. She was 17 and dressed in pure black with her long black tresses flowing in the late summer breeze.
"Nah, I'se don't think so Shadow," Storm said, fire sparking in her blue eyes.
"What's wrong Storm?" Shadow asked as she pulled a knife from her pocket. "Don't youse 'member da agreement?"
"Shadow why don't we settle dis later, like when youse don't got half of Brooklyn surrounding ya," Storm said smoothly.
"What ya talkin 'bout goilie," Smoke asked.
"Yeah, it's jist youse and us," Midnight added.
"And us," a strong male voice called from behind Storm and Spot.
Answering cries were heard father behind them. Shadow replaced her knife and looked into Storm's eyes.
"Youse got lucky," she said. "Next time youse'll be in trouble."
Shadow looked to Smoke and Midnight jerking her head slightly in the direction they had come. Smoke and Midnight nodded and led the way back into the night. As Shadow turned a knife embedded itself in the bridge just and inch from her foot.
"I'se forgot ta give youse dat when I'se left," Storm said to the girl.
Bending Shadow retrieved the knife and replied, "Next time youse see it, it'll be in youse chest."
"Remember Shadow, if I'se die, so do youse," Storm said calmly.
Shadow made no replied, instead she followed Smoke and Midnight over into Manhattan.
Spot looked at Storm and they walked the rest of the way across the bridge and into Brooklyn. And somewhere in the distance the thunder rolled and a storm brewed,