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Chapter 4: Got soaked.

Sorry for the delay of update :( I've had exams.

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Chapter 4: Got soaked.

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This wasn't the first time that red headed girl had been here. She waltzed in before, but she came back. And they decided she wasn't gonna get away.

'Ya gonna' soak 'er or what?' Turtle snapped. He was a fat boy, with wire like hair. It was wound tightly around in bundles of curls. He was impatient to, and that got on Spot's nerves. Spot was thinking, turning over his options in his head. This girl had waltzed into his docks, arm swinging, hip swaying, like she owned the damn world. It got to Spot. Who was she to say she was better than all his boys, they ruled this town. He was the King. But then she rocked up and threw everything off course. Finch churned on his feet, twisting his knuckles around in his palms nervously. He was on edge. He wanted to know what was gonna' happen. He hated being unsure. Spot stared dead strait ahead at the ginger headed girl. She was nice looking, like a little birdy. Spot rolled his head to one side, inspecting her. She tucked her arms over her chest, protecting her modesty. Spot couldn't help but chuckle. If ya' got it - flaunt it. That's what Jazzabell had always said .. But what Jazzabell said wasn't always the best. Well - look what happened to her.

'C'mon Spot, makes' up yours' mind.' Finch groaned, twisting his sweaty fingers through his hands, cracking the joints. He hated keeping his boys waiting. He had to come up with an answer. Would he let the boys soak the trespasser, or would he not be a complete and utter dunce, and let her live. Two things that were eating Spot from the inside to the out. Let her go free, and what? Nothing. She goes, perhaps never comes back. But she can't just waltz in, thinking she runs the world. It doesn't work like that. It shouldn't work like that. And he wouldn't let it work like that. But then a twinge broke something in his mind. A small voice whispered somewhere in his subconscious. 'Oh Spot, look at you, so grown up.' The woman's voice continued. 'So handsome, wouldn't you be a gentleman?' His mother's voice was a sweet as ever, even if he was hearing it in his head. Great, he was officially going crazy. Hearing his mother's voice.

'Let 'er go.' He said. Finch's shoulder's dropped. He turned on his toes, letting his aim and grip on the girl drop. She let out a deep breath. Spot didn't know why he was doing it - but he knew it was right. His mother had said so. Turtle let out a loud groan of disagreement, he turned around on his feet, kicking up the wooden docks. Finch turned away from Spot, and headed down the wharf. Spot decided he needed some air, and walked down the loading area. That's when he heard her scream.

'SHE NEEDED TO BE SOAKED!' Turtle cried as he pulled back his hand. The girl had slid to the floor, a knife sticking out of the centre of her chest. Her skin was sickly and pale, her eyes rolling slowly to the back of her head. Spot's heart dropped to the pit of his being, swinging his arms around. He screamed unknown orders to boys who rushed forward, plunging into helping out. Spot gripped Trutle's fat neck with his hand, forcing him up against the docking rig.

'SPOT' Jack's voice cried.

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While the docks was live with action, Kitty was watching over Bobby. Since the meeting with the Hearties, Bobby had been rocked into life again by Kitty. She'd fed him, cared for him, fought for him, even washed for him. Which was totally awkward for poor Kitty. She had taken up responsibility for this 17 year old boy. Who had been scared into disbelief of himself. But he was slowly and surely getting back into the swing of things. He got up early, took Kitty to the roofs, dropped her down chimneys, made she was safe. Things were looking up. He wasn't so sad and lonely. That afternoon, while they sat on the roof tops, Bobby offered Kitty to a flip off. Others gathered as they watched over couple of kids. Bobby started the run off, pushing himself along the tin roofing. His feet hit the metal with small tings, his work boots skittering on the roof. He leaped off his toes, rolling along the roof, he then used his arms to propel himself over, and over, and over. He landed the three somersault flip. He looked to Kitty with a smirk, brushing the rust off his knees and shoulders, like it was nothing.