Chapter 4: Rebel's care and Prison Training.
She closed her eyes and fell lax against Joker as though every bone in her body had dissipated. She elicited a mournful groan and fell into an unconscious sleep.
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Later that night.
Rebel returned from the washroom with a small bowl and some cloths. He set the bowl and cloths on the nightstand nearby and grabbed a small chair and placed it next to the bed. He then dipped a cloth into the small bowl and dabbed Athena's head with it, wrapping it around her head. He then took some bandages and lifted up her shirt, reviling black and blue marks that had kissed her skin from the Leader's fist. Being modest in her state, he mad sure the shirt had covered her breast as he wrapped the bandages tightly around her, securing it in place. Once he was done he placed the bandages on the table and pushed himself away from the chair. He regarded the girl laying their.
"How can one girl be so deadly."
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Sunlight had streamed into Athena's eyes, it blinding her momentarily. When her eyes had adjusted, the pain from the previous night had consumed her and she winced in pain. Not even having a second to sit up straight she felt herself slowly falling back asleep...
"Get up!" A voice growled at her, shoving her from the bed and onto the floor. She elicited a scream of agony and surprise when her stomach matched up to the floor, her small humps pressed hard to the floor. Athena looked up and saw the smoldering, deadly iced eyes.
"Morning Doll. Sleep well?" Amusement seethed through his mouth and into the heated air. She regarded him with a glare and painfully pushed herself up from the floor.
"What do you want?" She growled, wincing slightly in pain.
"Remember what I said last night? Welcome to hell? This is your first day! Your lucky I didn't throw water on you." He smirked at her causing her to crosse her arms over her chest.
"Now here are your rules in Hell. Number one: Wake up is at 7, sleeping in will cause admit wake up call." He chuckled to himself. "Rule 2: Any arguing with your watcher will be resulted in you getting soaked. So I'd watch that mouth of yours. Rule 3: Any assaulting of an watcher will also be resulting in a soaking. Rule 4:-"
"Your gonna get soaked period?" Sarcasm oozed from Athena's lips. Athena then received a smack across the head with the gold tip of the cane. "Ow!" She exclaimed rubbing her head.
"Sarcasm will also be resulted in a soakin."
"And, most importantly, Rule number 4..." Spot moved fowards towards Athena, a menicing look in his eyes. Athena backed up in slight fear and fell on the bottom bunk. "Youse staying here! You leave youse soaked. You think about leavin' youse soaked. Anythin' you do Ise don't want you to do and youse is soaked." He said with a firm tone.
"So basically your soaking me either way?" Smack!
"Ow!" Athena said in slight annoyance. He smirked at her. "Now I'm off to sell, Razor's gonna watch you." He sauntered towards the door, Athena followed him annoyed.
"So what am I suppose to do all day?" She questioned him as they walked closer towards the door. Spot turned and smirked at her.
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"Where. Is. She!" Roan growled at Little Italy's leader, grasping his collar upward so his feet dangled slightly off the ground. The leader gulped.
"I...I...I already told youse. Athena's on a job for us! W...will have h-her b-back b-by tomorrow promise!" The leader pleaded at Roan. He merely shook him harder yelling into his face.
"Don't give me that bullcrap, Smalls! I know that letter is a fake! Now tell me what really happened!"
"SPOT KIDNAPPED ATHENA AND TOLD YOU WE HAVE HER!" Roan smirked as he shoved him at Oliver, who grinned menacingly.
"So Spot decided to play kidnap, huh? Thinks by taking her, I'll crack eh? Oliver, go tell Stag and Lily that they don't have to worry about their leader." He turned towards the window. "Let's se how Athena handles herself with the wolves"
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"Stupid Conlon. Stupid Conlon, with his stupid lodging house. Stupid Conlon with his stupid rules!" Athena muttered to herself as she scrubbed the bathroom floor. Pieces of her hair fell in front of her eyes and she swept them back. She sat down, her butt between her acting knees. She should have never asked Conlon what she was suppose to do, she chastised herself. Spot order her to clean the downstairs bathroom and she had spent the last hour cleaning and was frankly tired and the pain in her stomach didn't subside easily. She looked over at Razor, who was leaning against the chair, fast asleep. Athena smirked and got up from the floor. Walking out of the doors and into the foyer, Athena could feel freedom upon her. She quickly looked over her shoulder for Razor before tearing away the door from the frame and running into the July heat. Free...
Well...almost.
Had Athena gotten ten feet into the streets before a Brooklynite had nabbed her, her wrist locked between his hands. He smirked at her, his eyes gleamed in the July sun. And to Athena's day, had her catcher been her actual Captor.
"Well, what do we have here? A lost little girl?" Spot scoffed at her, holding her wrist tighter, a bruise ready at hand to form from his fingerprints.
"I-uh-I-I" Athena shuddered over her own words, shocked at how Spot had to be the one to nab her. He smirked at her, no wildly like a mad man and not a smart ass smirk but a quirky, sophisticated smirk. The one you give when you have proved something and show it on a very small way.
"Let me guess, 'Youse gonna get da soakin" Athena mimicked the Brooklyn leader.
"No. Well at least not now. But-" He dragged Athena to the curb and made her sit down on the dirty cement. "I'se keepin youse out heah were I'se can see you." He then turned and hawked out the headline.
A few hours had passed and Athena was down right bored out of her mind. She had been sitting on that curb for centuries, getting occasional looked and glances from Conlon to make sure she didn't run. When she had complained about the boredom she had now possessed, Spot had handed her a pape to keep her busy but the news was slow and had only so many bad story plots inside, Athena wished then she had been back at the Lodging house, cleaning. Now she laid down on the curb, her back on the ground and her stomach upward. She could hear Spot in the slight distance in the street. The sun was now setting and Athena had never felt more relieved in her life then in that one moment. She sat up, her messy hair tossed like little wisp of flames in the breeze and her eyes regained its composer from the glazed over feeling they had possessed. Spot seized her upper arm pulling her fully up and the two made the trek back to the House.
Most of the newsie were in the foyer, playing cards and what not, joking and smoking, drinking and talking about the headlines. Most of them barley noticed Spot and Athena walk in the door. Rebel noticed and got up from the game of poker to join them.
"You. Upstairs." Spot commanded at Athena, snapping his fingers at her and pointed towards the stairs. She regarded the gesture, crossing her arms over her chest, feet firmly planted on the ground showing no signs of move. Spot opened his mouth to speak when his name was called.
"Spot!" Called at Slingshot, a paper clenched between his fist. His breath was heavy and tired. A medium sized boy with dark curly hair and tan skin came running through the door, tripping and stumbling over his own feet. Heavy breaths of air puffed out of the thin line that was his mouth. His sweaty hand stuck out, while his other hand laid on his kneecap.
"It's Little Italy, Smalls, he...he w-was q-questioned and w-well he...I mean Roan...he...he did just like ya said but..." Slingshot hung his head in sorrow. "Smalls...was killed." Rebel's eyes widen in horror, Spot's arrogant smile vacant him. Spot turned towards the Brooklyn newsies, ready to bare the news of Little Italy's death when a female cry had pieced the room.
"HOW COULD YOU!" Walking into the foyer was some figures, a thin, tall boy, a medium sized boy with large muscle and a female. Her face was slightly chubby and baby-like and was slightly big. Tears streamed her face in the glowing light of the sunset outside and the lighting in the room.
"How could you use my brother." The voice hit again, sending threatening tones towards Conlon. The noise simmered down, listening to the high pitched voice.
The chubby female pointed a finger at him. "You killed my brother! How could you let him take the blame for what you did!" She said her voice shaky, tears streamed her face.
"Angelica look, the death of your brother was tragic but he signed up for this. He knew the consequences of the job and he took it anyway. I'se can't be held responsible." At a lost of words the girl, Angelica, stood their, her foot tapping impatiently and her areas crossed. The redness in her cheeks made her face look pudgier than before. Her eyes then laid on Athena, who was looking slightly at the floor.
"You!" Angelica pushed through Spot, she stared at Athena. "You! Your the reason he's dead! Your fucking leader killed him!" She screech at Athena, who merely smiled evilly at the girl.
"Your brother signed up for it. He knew he was gonna happen. Anyway it wouldn't matter, Little Italy always had to settle the score with Roan, he probably deserved it." Athena walked in circles round the chubby girl. "I wonder how Roan did it, lead poisoning, lost of blood, hanging, mauling or maybe it was choking. Yes, that was it, chocking. Roan chocked the last lying, ungrateful air out of that no good, dirty, rotten little-" Angered by the insults, Angelica launched herself onto Athena, the force of impact vacuuming the air from her and both tumbled to the ground. The chubby girl screamed as she attacked Athena, hoping to rip the red heads heart out.
The two girls clawed at each other hoping to bare an injury on one another. It was then Angelica was thrown off of Athena and landed horrible on her butt. She got up and brushed herself off and went to lean back in for Athena. Spot stood in front of her.
"Get outta here Angelica, before I do something to Little Italy I'll regret." The chubby girl huffed but turned on her heels and stormed out of the foyer, her posse behind her.
"Well. She's one drama queen." Rebel snorted a laughter at Athena's remark. Conlon look at his second, don't encourage her! He signaled him.
"You see Conlon. That's what will happen to every person who crosses Roan if you don't hand me over.