Chapter 9- Brooklyn Under Attack

Spot reached the Brooklyn Bridge without any trouble. Along his way he had gathered up some of his toughest man, so they could take on Jersey. They decided to split up and take different routes to the BLH. Spot, Dice, and Spits were walking through an alley when they were surrounded by a group of men. Spot knew they were cornering them to stop him from getting to Vixen.

'How do they know? Why?' Then it hit him. 'O'coise. I'se beat da shit out a dem da oddah day tah save Vixen. Dey must want 'er fer somthin'.' He quickly climbed up a fire escape and left his men to fight. He jumped roof to roof, when he saw that there was movement on top of the BLH roof.

Jack had a funny feeling about Spot since he saw him earlier that day. 'He's hidin' something from me. What is it? Who is it? Why did 'e give me that look like he was afraid I'se gonna kill 'im meself?' Jack had thoughts racing through his mind, but he let them go and instead set his mind to getting back to the BLH to help with the fight.

Race, Blink, and Blunt took off running right after Spot. They had to get back to save the girls. Race didn't want to be a father, especially to a child that wasn't his. And worse, he didn't want to end up alone. Kid knew Sweets wouldn't even have a chance after killing the first two Jersey boys. She'd pull the switch blade out on them and cut them up. But then they'd get her and just take her out rather than have fun with her. Blunt knew that Rambler showed the Conlon temper, but she'd give in. But that didn't mean she'd live to see him again, if he didn't get there in time. She was pretty forceful and if she said no, she meant 'no'. All three boys looked at each other, knowing what one another was thinking and ran twice as fast.
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Hicup We all looked at each other and laughed. Then there was a scream, we all began to sober up a little, becoming a little more serious.

"What's dat?" Sweets all ready had her switch blade out and was headed for the door. She peered out and saw a girl screaming with a guy on top of her. There was another boy struggling to pull him off. Many more boys were entering the bunk room, and Sweets pulled the door shut. She locked it and looked around.

"What's mattah?" Rambler asked, standing.

"Brooklyn's undah attack! C'mon, we'se gotta git outta here." The girls all went to the window, and started to climb out, not one remembering I couldn't move.

"Heya! hicup" But no one answered.
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Mush and Sprite heard the cries of help from below and Mush knew he was in trouble. He and Sprite quickly climbed down the fire escape, surprised to see four girls in the alleyway.
"You'se aight?" He knew them all except one.
"Yeah, Mushy we'se good." He smiled at them, "Dats good, a'least I'se ain't gonna git it too bad. C'mon." He lead all of the girls to the docks, "Stay here. I'se be back in a lil' while. Sprite dese are da goils. Goils dis is Sprite, be nice tah her." They all nodded and waved him off as he took off running.
Spot saw the figures climb down the ladder, so he decided to jump to a different roof. He reached the docks just in time to see Mush running off from five girls, something he rarely did. Spot took off after him, "Mush! Mush, wait up!" Mush slowed his pace as Spot joined him in stride. "Wha's happenin' at da Lodge"
Mush shook his head, "I'se goin tah gather up more boys. Its undah attack"
Spot stopped, "Heya Mush. Dose goils you'se with, me sistah dere"
Mush thought, "Yeah, Sweets was dere, Ramblah too"
Spot felt better knowing that Vixen was out but he had to save his territory. He started barking out orders to Mush, "Aight, I'se goin back. You'se round up all a Kelly's gang, and any stragglers a me gang. You'se undahstand?" Mush nodded and took off in the direction of the Brooklyn Bridge. Spot with some of his boys that he had picked up, made their way into the BLH. Spot and his men split up to cover more ground. Spot and Rocks, one of Midtown's boys, made their way into the bunkroom. There, they saw the mess. Girls were sprawled out on beds, most of them still breathing. Only about two girls were slit at the throat. Then they saw one girl still squirming with the last of the Jersey boys. Rocks went after the man seeing it was his girl. Spot decided to head down the stairs, and check on his men.
'Where da hell were da boys?' Then he thought, 'Why did Joisey leave so soon'
He heard the rattling of the stairs, and his men came emerging out of the stairwell. "Spot!" they were out of breath, "Joisey.. lit da place up! We'se got goils and some o' da boys scattered all ovah"
Spot gave orders, telling them to throw mattresses out the windows and throw what couldn't move. They were to leave the dead, and get themselves out after all the girls were out. He got all of the girls to rush out of the window and down the escape.
"C'mon! Move, le's go!" he hollered at them.
He checked all of the closets, no one in sight. He reached his own door and tried to open it. The door wouldn't budge, it was locked.
'Oh shit!' I thought as someone tried to open the door. I quieted myself, and laid perfectly still. The door knob stopped moving and I could hear them walk away, hitting the creaking boards of the floor. I was relieved, and knew I was safe for now. Spot will be back, even if he doesn't love me. He'll be back to save me. I reached for the journal, and began to jot things down. Then I saw it, Spot's key lay on the floor.
'What's dat?' I thought as I saw the paper sticking out from under the couch cushion. 'Its a pictah.' I sat up and barely reached it. I unfolded it and a tear slid down my cheek.

"So Sprite? Who's are ya?" The girls were all swaying, and acting goofy.
"I'se a friend a Mush's, 'es me guardian." They all nodded and suddenly Rambler swallowed hard, "Shit! Fucking Jesus Christ!" The girls all turned to look at her, "Vixen!" Spot got down the escape jist in time to see the fire spread even higher. 'FUCK!' He turned away, pretending that there weren't tears filling his eyes. Then he saw the guys, he joined Jack, Race, Blink, Blunt, Mush, and Bumlets. As they all walked to where Mush said he had left the girls, Spot pulled Jack aside.
"Jacky-boy, dere's somethin I'se gotta tell ya." Jack was glad his friend was finally going to tell him the answers to his questions.
"Wha's da mattah Spot"
"You'se ain't gonna believe dis, but.." His voice trailed off as he heard the shrieking cry of Rambler. Blunt was at her side all ready, and Spot looked up questioningly.
"Wha's da mattah?" Rambler looked away, and as Spot looked from girl to girl for an answer, he got the same response.
"Where is she?" There was still complete silence, "Damn it! TELL ME"
Clue quietly answered, "We'se left her in ya room"
He turned to look at the factory that once was his home. It was up in smokes, flames almost reaching the top. "She's in dat?" With that he took off, jumping up the nearest buildings fire escape.
There was smoke filling the room, and there was heat from below. I didn't know what was happening, and became very nervous. I tucked the photo into the journal, and hugged it close as I pushed myself off the bed. I made it to the couch without too much trouble, and was able to reach the key. The cord wasn't tied to it, and I couldn't bare the thought of losing it, so I tucked it inside my shirt. I pushed myself up again, and tried to make it to the window. I slipped and fell. The smoke was overtaking the room and I couldn't see anything in the room to know which direction to go.
Spot reached the roof of the factory. He quickly jumped down to the platform in front of his room. He looked in and could barely make out the furniture in his room. But when he looked down, there I was sprawled out on the floor. He quickly came to me.

Quietly I whispered, "Spot?"

"Shh…" he silenced me.

"You came back."

"Sorry it took me so long. Come on I'm gonna git us outta here." When he reached the window he knew he would never make the jump between the windows, and he only could go so far down the escape before running into the fire.

"Spot, we'll never make it."

"We're gonna have to try, " he said determined. So he went as far as he could, and with all of his might jumped in hopes of landing in the garbage bin.