Author's Note: I own this plot, no takey!
Now, read on!
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The large guy nodded shortly before going to the door to wait, his arms crossed against his chest looking like a bouncer.
Stormy whispered into Spot's ear. It had to be something really good because that trademark smirk of his plastered itself on his face; Stormy and Spot exchanged their good byes and a sweet, tender kiss.
Race kissed Lucks's hand and bid her good night with a promise to stop by Queens sometime soon.
Lucks turned to Spot and spit in her hand, a cocky smirk on her face; Spot returned the smirk and spit into his own hand and shook. Stormy grimaced at their handshake and shot Jack a mock glare when he started to chuckle at her reaction. Race simply shook his head at Stormy.
The girls linked arms and faced the boys.
"Night boys." They both chimed in unison before they made their way backwards to the door where the guy, whose name they had never caught, was waiting to follow them. They waved flirtatiously, again in unison before turning around and opening the door and leaving, Spot's guy following after them.
The girls started their walk, heads close talking quietly and erupting into fits of giggles every now and then. They hadn't seen each other in a while and it was nice to have some time to catch up and talk about old inside jokes and share stories.
"I can't believe it! You and Race? AGAIN? Oh my God!" Stormy said excitedly in a whisper.
"I know!" Lucks said and then bit her lip. "Do you...think we'll last?"
The nervous demeanor of her friend didn't surprise her. Race and Lucks had been on and off for a few years, then finally in January something big went on and they broke it off. The two hadn't spoken since then and it was now mid summer.
"Yeah, you know. I think you will." Stormy said after thinking it over. She knew she was lousy when it came to lying to her best friend and was glad that this was what had honestly come to her mind.
She knew Lucks was smiling because she was silent for a moment before hugging Stormy and then beginning to walk again, her hands behind her back. Stormy smiled contently, her mind racing with thoughts of Spot.
After they were a good ways away from the lodging house and almost past the bridge, but not quite on it the man stopped his silence with a gruff and crude:
"Halt."
Lucks and Stormy froze.
The tone in the man's voice frightened Stormy but her face remained emotionless, she had picked up this trait after being fairly close to Spot for so many years. It was something that came in handy, like right now. He had taught her this without actually teaching it to her. She looked to Lucks and saw that she too was scared. Lucks was frozen, her body rigid. Her eyes were wide and frear was written all over her face.
There was a silence between the three. No one said anything, nothing was heard except three different rates of breathing. One was unsteady but confident. Another was filled with an obvious fear. The third was confident but loud showing to one who actually paid attention to these things, that it was scared of what it should do.
"What is it?" Stormy asked finally breaking the silence that had been going on for the past two minutes. Her voice was rough at first but cleared out after the word 'What'. She knew this was the wrong thing to do or maybe just say when within a second of her speaking she felt a sharp metal object touch her skin and rough, calloused hands grab her tiny body.
She wasn't sure if it was the man Spot had sent with them or not, but she was scared.
"Not one word Princess." The guy whispered in a sick, seemingly twisted voice. Stormy swallowed a lump forming in her throat and felt the metal dig into her skin causing a small cut. A small trickle of blood flowed and she could feel it crawl down her skin and onto her shirt.
That's when she decided it was certainly the man he sent with them.
All kinds of crazy thoughts flooded her head. Did Spot know about this? Was this planned? It couldn't be... She pushed them out of her mind when panic rose within her, feeling the wetness of the blood on her shirt grow into a bigger circle.
Every nerve and ounce of common sense in her told her to scream bloody murder. Following her brain to do so she opened her mouth, fully prepared for a high pitched scream to come out, only...nothing came. Closing her mouth and reopening it to try again didn't seem to help, though she tried this quite a few times. Finally closing her mouth in defeat her eyes darted for some one, anyone...but there was no one.
Thats when she finally looked, as best as she could without causing any more harm to her throat, next to her where Lucks had been and found that the new Leader of Queens was no where to be found. She was gone.
Please God, tell me she's out getting Spot for help...please. Her thoughts were pleading, but she knew it was hopeless. Something inside of Stormy told her that this might be the end.
The guy tightened his grip around her body and neck and pushed her with him as he pushed his way down an alley. Stormy wondered for only a moment if he knew Lucks was gone. She had no longer time to think after that.
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After seeing what the guy pulled to Stormy's neck and having a chance to get away with the guy's attention on only Stormy, Lucks took that chance and began to run back to what she thought was the way to the lodge. Reality of what had happened overcoming her, Lucks became utterly confused so instead of running about and getting lost she did what she was best at. She stopped running and screamed. High and loud; pretty much anyone in Brooklyn had to have heard. She moved away from the scene as to not get caught by the murderous and twisted man and she screamed again. Hoping...praying...that this might help. That maybe someone would come and save Stormy.
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After the girls had left safe on their was with Jonsy, Spot remained talking with Jack and Race about normal issues with the Newsies, all three smoking either a cigar or a cigarette and sipping from a mug of some sort of alcohol or another.
"Did you hear that?" Spot asked, putting his hand up to silence the two. They were the only ones left now, and it was really late so Spot was alert; besides...this was Brooklyn of all places. One almost always had to be on their gaurd.
"What?" Race asked a little confused.
"That scream? It's really high pitched-"
Race's face flashed with realization. "Wait...I know that scream." He listened for a moment before all three yelled out in unison that it was Luck's scream.
Spot's face drained of all color and he jumped up, running out the door without saying a thing, his cane in his hand. He heard the scream again and ran towards it.
"Lucks!" He yelled and saw the girl standing in the street near the bridge.
The nearer he got, the more he realized that Stormy wasn't with her. He also realized how scared the usually cocky and confident girl was. "Lucks?" He asked when he reached her. the girl was shaking terribly and it looked as though she might cry.
Lucks saw someone coming and almost didn't notice it was Spot until she saw his gold handled and tipped cane.
"Spot...he took her." She said, fright overcoming her. She couldn't help it, her legs lost their sense of control and she fell into him.
"Shhh...shhh." He tried soothing her as she began crying. "Lucks, ya gotta tell me who took Stormy."
"Him...your guy." Lucks managed to get that out just as Jack and Race came up.
"Race, Take care of her would ya?" He asked and turned to Jack "Cowboy...I need your help."
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Stormy stumbled as he shoved her down a cluttered alley. It was full of old discarded junk. Glass was shattered everywhere, rats scurrying about, rusted dumpsters filled to overflowing.
The more he pushed, the more the blade pushed into the thin skin of her neck. The more the blade cut, the more blood she lost. The more blood she lost, the more and more she began slipping into unconsciousness.
The man who had managed to keep himself behind Stormy this whole time kept whispering in her ear. He'd whisper all sort of sick, twisted things.
Oh God... Please...Please, help me. She thought, tears forming in her eyes. Her vision went blurring from the tears gathering. The thought of what he might do to her in this alley scared the hell out of her.
The next thing she knew she was being shoved against a brick wall, the man's hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming, the other held the knife against her throat. His knees and lower body held her against the brick wall.
Finally, something kicking into her system sent her thrashing around at an attempt to get away. This guy had to be really, really strong to be able to put up with her or maybe he just really wanted her to die.
"You know, pretty, I've been watching you." His voice was a whisper...but a sick whisper laced with a slur of the New York accent and way too much alcohol. "I know yer from monah too. Conlon's a smart one... Getting his hands on a goil dat comes from monah."
"Get away!" Her voice was muffled through his hand. She kept trying to get away but as time began to pass, she felt more light headed. It seemed like it took way more energy than needed to simply attempt to speak. Her eyelids began fluttering open and shut and then she felt herself slipping into a sweet black unconsciousness and her body was limp of any fighting.
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Gah! I know it was short... I'm sorry. PLEASE review though. Suggestions are nice as well!