Soon, with the sounds of lapping water, and distant thunder I began to grow tired. Spotting an alley with a sofa cushion and an old shirt, I settled down in hopes of being able to rest peacefully.
Snooks Journal (I'se t'ink I'se gonna call ya Snooks now on)
Hiya! How ya doin'? I'se jist settled down in an alley aftah me escape. I'se suppose ya like tah 'ear 'bout it. Well, nothin' too wonderful er excitin' fer dat mattah. Well, Tracker an' I were in da bois room at da windah. He found out all 'e could 'bout Francis fer me. I sure do miss Tracks. Odduh den Snooks, 'e was me best friend. 'E was a'ways lookin' aftah me….
SMASH CRASH
I looked up startled by the ruckus. Soon, I saw two men emerge from the darkness. One had a switch blade, and the other had a club. I stood abruptly, almost startling the men. "Heya, Sweetface!"
Disgusted, I scoffed, "Excuse ya, but da names Merriweather naw Sweetface, "Specially tah ya, now wha' do ya bums want?" The men continued to approach me, and I held my position. My fists raised, ready for the upcoming fight.
"Calm down, we'se jist wanna 'ave some fun."
I knew what they wanted and it wouldn't be fun for me. My senses came to me, these were two grown men and I was a scrawny sixteen year old girl. I couldn't fight both of them, one after another would be hard enough. But two at one time would be a rigorous fight that I could most certainly not handle. I swung my fists in spite of my pride, "Go! Git! Leave me to alone!"
The man with the knife approached, but I saw the bluff. I ducked from the club's furious swing. I didn't have time to avoid the blade digging into my calf as I struggled to get away. I kicked my other leg and struggled loose, belongings in hand, and made my way into the main street.
'Oh, if only me leg didn't hurt!' I knew the men were hot on my trail, my leg was pulling me back. My tiredness didn't help, seeing I couldn't sleep through the loud thunder. Luckily I had kept dry while I did rest, but now I was soaked. My stomach roared and I ignored it the way I always did when I had no food to eat. Suddenly, the club smacked into my back. I held back my screams, until the blade dug into my side once again.
"Oww! Git off me! Help!" I wouldn't cry, I refused to. I knew that the tears did nothing but make you wet, and the noise did nothing but give you a headache. Again, there was a blow from the club and everything went away. I felt nothing, and drifted away into a land of even more freedom.
Spot's P.O.V.
'It jist had tah rain! It ain't as easy tah enjoy da late fall night wit rain. But nothin' felt better dan God's tears fallin' down on me. Dey wash everything away. ... God, when did I, Spot Conlon- Almighty leader of Brooklyn, sound so.. whats the woird? Hoity- Toity, but dey use some big name like umm... Sophisticated? I'se t'ink dats it.
Aw, what de hell!'
My mind raced with senseless things as I sat on the roof of the factory. The jolting sound of far off cries called to me. I debated of whether going to stop it would be worth it, or would it be another fight among married ones. The jolting sound of the ladder clanking on the side of the building brought my head to hang over the side. Blunt was scurrying up towards me, and I jumped down onto the platform to meet him. The ordinary shake was out of the question when business was at hand.
"So, what's rollin' on da fourth?" Blunt was out of breath from the long distance run, but managed, "Girl"
My eyes grew with a sarcastic response, "Really?" Blunt looked a little pissed with my sarcastic comment after he had wasted his breath on his response.
"Whos got 'er, Blunt?"
He swallowed, "Joisey bois."
That's all it took for me to decide. The next minute I was on top of the roof once again, leaping from one to another. I came to a building where the scene was in site. There, a girl was being beat. This girl didn't look young, she looked old enough to know better than to roam the streets at night at least. I moved to the ladder, not making a sound I climbed down. I saw my men ready to attack and we made our move. As they attacked, I gave a few blows of my fist, but focused my attention on getting away with the girl. I carried her through the city to the docks, avoiding the eyes of the city by using alleys and underground hide-out spots. I waited at the docks for Blunt and Sparks to take the girl to our home, in hopes it would be easier to sneak her in with all of us. The other boys would not be informed of her stay until the following day, so they wouldn't get tempted to introduce themselves to her. The two showed up in a matter of minutes and we carried her back home to my bedroom.
