A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys, they really do motivate me. I appreciate it. So on to the next chapter, hope you enjoy it. Oh, and there might be some language in this chappie, so I hope you guys don't mind. I don't know, I might be changing the rating to Mature, but we'll see how things go.
Priorities
Chapter 2
Spot was leaning against the Brooklyn Lodging House, tapping his trademark gold tipped cane with impatience. It was a beautiful day in Brooklyn, a clear sky above and an occasional warm breeze making waves on the river. However, the Brooklyn leader was in no mood to enjoy the scenery. "God damn it, Smalls!" he finally shouted. "Where da hell is Night?"
Smalls, who had been pacing back and forth in front of the Lodging House, jumped slightly at Spot's sudden outburst. He had been thinking the exact same thing, and cursed Night for being so careless. He should have known that if Night wasn't on time Spot would take it out on him, and that's one position no one wants to be it. "Sorry Spot..." Smalls began somewhat lamely. " I told him to be here at eleven..."
Spot growled and looked down the dusty street that lead past the Lodging House. Absent mindedly he began cracking his knuckles, something he usually did when he was either really angry or really stressed out. Spot wondered what time it was. He told Cowboy he would meet him at Tibby's to talk about Manhattan's conflict with Queens at twelve, and if he wanted to be on time they should have left Brooklyn fifteen minutes ago. But Spot wasn't angry about being late for his meeting with Jack, Cowboy wouldn't even mention to Spot that he was late if he showed up next Tuesday. No, Spot was angry because Night had the nerve to make him stand here waiting for him.
Just when it got to the point that it looked like Spot was going to murder someone, Smalls saw a figure with jet black hair rounding the corner of the street and racing towards them at full speed. Smalls looked at Spot, he had spotted Night too. He grinned as he saw the murderous look in Spot's eyes. Night was going to get it now
The dark haired boy skidded to a stop right in front of the Brooklyn leader. Gasping to catch his breath, he finally mumbled, "Spot, I- ".
Spot's fierce glare cut the unfortunate newsboy off. Night stood there uncomfortably, waiting for his leader to say something. "Please, please don't soak me..." Night silently prayed. He had never really believed in God, but then again, he had never been on the opposite end of Spot's wrath before.
Spot walked towards Night, so close that their noses were almost touching. Night looked to the ground, not daring to meet Spot's icy blue eyes. As he looked down he saw Spot's fists clenched tightly at his side, and he realized he was about fraction of a second away from tasting his old blood. Night suddenly felt very cold. He hadn't felt this feeling in a while. It was fear.
Spot felt the same satisfaction that he always felt when he could tell someone was afraid of him. Night stood there in front of him, practically shaking in his shoes. Being one of Spot's best fighters, he rarely showed any emotion. You couldn't if you wanted to survive one night in Brooklyn. Night had held his ground in many fights, never backing down, and never breaking his gaze with anyone who challenged him. And here he was, breaking out in a cold sweat and refusing to meet Spot's eyes. Yes, this was very satisfying.
"What the hell were you doing that was more important than meetin' me here?" Spot said fiercely to a very nervous Night. Spot inwardly smiled at his uncomfortableness.
"I'm sorry Spot, I...I just..." Night gulped, not knowing what to say. In truth, he had actually lost track of time, but using that as his excuse would only earn him a big, ugly shiner on his face. In his mind, Night damned himself to Hell for being so stupid as to get himself into this mess. He looked over to Smalls, who was grinning at him smugly. Night looked away. He had probably gotten Smalls into trouble when he was late, and now the newsboy was enjoying the fact that Night was most likely going to get a pounding from Spot.
Spot growled. This was taking too long, he didn't have time for Night's excuses. He poked Night in the chest. "Don't let it happen again," he finally said. With that, Spot brushed past Night and walked off in the direction of the Brooklyn Bridge. Smalls followed behind, keeping a short distance behind Spot, not sure if he was approachable yet. Night couldn't move for a moment, still shocked about everything that had happened. Snapping himself out of it, he hurried after Smalls and Spot, not wanting to make Spot mad again.
For the most part, the trip was silent. Spot still wasn't in a very good mood, and his newsboys weren't willing to test the waters. As they walked, they passed by a fair number of girls. Each one of them either stopped in their tracks when they saw Spot, or continued to follow him with their eyes until he was out of sight. Spot made eye contact with a choice few of them, and even smirked at the ones he found pretty. To be smirked at by Spot Conlon... considered an honor in some girls' minds. He may be known throughout the newsboy world as being the toughest and most successful leader a borough has ever had, but he was known in the civilized girl world as being the most devilishly handsome boy to ever grace New York City.
Spot loved his reputation. If there were two things he loved in this world, they were power and women. To him, the two pretty much fit hand in hand. The more power you had, the more women you could have. And Spot, he had a lot of women. One could be found in his bed almost every night. You would think that the self respecting girls of New York City would despise a womanizer like Spot, going through women night after night like he was going through shirts. But Spot, he wasn't just any womanizer. He was the ruler of the New York underworld, a position that didn't compare to any of those in the civilized government. Spot could have anyone he wanted, anywhere he wanted. And he loved it.
They continued walking, until Manhattan finally came into view.
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A/N: Phew, another one done. Basically I wanted you guys to see a little bit of life in Brooklyn in this chappie, as well as get Spot's character somewhat established. Hopefully his love interest will come into play in the next update, but I'm not making any promises! PLEASE review. You don't know how much it means to me. If you want more of this story, you know what to do.
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