Spot Conlon has hard eyes, eyes that mirror both color and frothing rage of a winter ocean. His mouth is firm, thin-lipped, but when he treats you to a smile, it's worth everything to see. He is short, and his body is lithe, but he is all twisting muscle, and when his tiny hands connect with your jaw, you won't be thinking they're quite so tiny.

Spot Conlon is a womanizer, using his eyes to lure them in, he lets them follow him around Brooklyn for a week or two before turning them out, usually smiling at their tears. Then he finds another girl and the process begins again. His girls range from short to tall, white-blonde to midnight-black, but there the difference ends. They all have the same stubborn personality with a little sarcasm thrown in for good measure, but Spot usually wears them down until they're little more than a melted shadow, following him like a puppy. Sometimes, Spot will leave this rut, but he always returns to it. He likes the powerful feeling he gets after making these silly, stupid girls cry.

Spot Conlon is King of Brooklyn, sitting on the dock, wind caressing his dark-blonde hair, his eyes staring at something which only a king can see.

He has the power.

Peter Shirley has black eyes, swollen almost shut, staring blankly at anyone who would pass him by and laugh loudly at his pain. His mouth is open in dull surprise, his lips split open, and when he smiles, the smile is empty of feeling and full of blood. He is tiny, and his body is thin, but this doesn't keep the scum of the streets from thrashing him every chance they get. If anything, it encourages them.

Peter Shirley likes boys and boys tend to like him because he won't tell if they join him in the shadows of a darkened alleyway. He's been with boys like Frankie Sullivan, David Jacobs, Oscar Delancey, Tony Higgins, and more. All anyone knows is that Peter likes boys, but he will never tell which boys like him, so he gets beat up, and he lets it happen.

Peter Shirley is the damned of Brooklyn, ducking into alleyways for both pleasure and pain, violet-rimmed eyes wide, staring at something which only the wretched can see.

He has no power.

The girls sleep with Spot

They laugh at Peter

The boys suck-up to Spot.

They just suck Peter

The children freeze in awe when Spot comes around.

They throw rocks at Peter.

Adults move out of the way when Spot is walking towards them.

They run right through Peter.

Spot Conlon hates Peter Shirley.

Peter Shirley has no faith in Spot Conlon.

Both boys are sixteen.

Dark-blonde hair like honey

Icy-ocean eyes that wander.

Both boys wear street-rags

Carry slingshots

And a gold-tipped cane

They're the same person.

Spot Conlon and Peter Shirley

Same body

Different minds.

***AUTHOR'S NOTE***

Completely random story written when I couldn't color my fetal pig diagram in Bio due to lack of colored pencils.

XD

That's all this is. Chow!