Chapter Eight
(Sydney-Rae's POV)
"Fucking, ow," I muttered, holding my extremely sore arm. That last punch had been harder than I had anticipated. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the other guy swing at me while his buddy writhed in pain on the floor. Quickly, I ducked down, grabbing the closest thing to me, which happened to be a crate and threw it at him. It broke against him and I used his shock to my advantage, kneeing him in the nuts before right hooking him in the face. I turned around and saw the other guy right behind me but soon fell to the floor and I saw an amused Racetrack standing at the end of the alley. "Took you long enough and thanks for the bloody help!"
"You were handling yourself just fine," he grinned and I looked at Spot.
"Thanks for that," I smiled, nodding my head in the unconscious oaf's direction, leaning against the wall. He nodded and I glanced at Race who shrugged. What was with this kid? It was like he didn't have a heart and as soon as he showed even the tiniest emotion, he was colder than before. It was confusing . . .
"C'mon let's get back," he said, his hand placed on his cane. He was an odd kid.
"Aiight," I sighed, adding more pressure to my side.
"Syd-."
"It's just a small cut Race," I muttered, standing up straight.
"Small cut my ass," he moved my hand and inhaled sharply; there was a flash that passed through Spot's eyes but as soon as it was there, it was gone. See, odd! "Sydney-."
"How was I supposed to know he had a knife? And anyway, I'm always the last one standing." Spot smirked at this; Race moved to pick me up but I smacked his arms. "You even fucking try-."
"Aiight Syd, fine," he sighed, "Just, be careful, god, Andy's gonna kill me."
"Yeah, well I didn't exactly see you helping me, only ice-face over there," I grumbled. Race laughed slightly but Spot didn't react. "What is your problem, Brooklyn, you're bloody inhuman! It's like you don't feel." There was another flash in his eyes but this time, it was one I could read; he glared at me.
"Ignore her Spot, it's her way of dealing with pain."
"I'm not in-ow!" I yelled when Race bumped into me, "Bloody watch where you're going, huh?" He only smiled and we started the walk back but made a different turn and were heading into what I assumed to be the lodging house.
"Sydney!" Piper yelled, pummeling me with a huge hug making me wince.
"Careful Andy, she's a little fragile," Race muttered. She gave him an accusing look but I shook my head, sitting down.
"I'll deal with you later Tony," she sighed, ripping a cloth that Spot handed her and she started to wrap my side.
"Jesus Christ, OW!"
