Chapter 51: Echoes of The Past(Part-2)

As Andrew hurried back to his usual begging spot, his mind raced with the memory of the kind woman's touch and her gentle words. The warmth of her care still lingered on his skin, a stark contrast to the harsh reality he was about to re-enter. As he rounded the corner, he spotted Lisa and William, their faces etched with worry as they scanned the crowded street.

"Andrew!" Lisa's voice cracked with relief as she rushed towards him, William close on her heels.

"Where have you been?" William demanded, his tone a mixture of concern and frustration. "We've been searching everywhere!"

Andrew opened his mouth to explain, but Lisa's sharp intake of breath cut him short. Her eyes had landed on the clean bandages adorning his arms.

"What happened?" she whispered, her fingers hovering over the white fabric. "Who did this?"

Andrew's excitement bubbled over as he recounted his experience. "There was this kind woman," he explained, words tumbling out in a rush. "She took me to a small building, gave me food, and treated my wounds. She even said she'd come back sometimes!"

As Andrew spoke, he noticed the shift in Lisa and William's expressions. Initial skepticism gave way to a cautious hope, but it was quickly overshadowed by fear.

Lisa grabbed Andrew's arm, her grip gentle but urgent. "We need to remove these," she said, her voice low and tense. "If Danzo sees them..."

The mention of their overseer's name sent a chill through the group. Danzo's cruelty was a constant shadow in their lives, a threat that loomed over every moment of their existence.

William nodded grimly, already reaching for the edge of one bandage. "We can't risk him finding out about this woman. You know what he'd do."

Andrew's heart sank as he realized the truth in their words. The brief moment of kindness he'd experienced would have to remain a secret, hidden away from the harsh realities of their life under Danzo's control.

As Lisa and William worked to carefully remove the bandages, Andrew's mind wandered to the countless times Danzo's brutality had left them battered and broken. He remembered the nights they'd huddled together for warmth in the dank, cold room they shared with a dozen other children. The gnawing pain of hunger that was their constant companion, as Danzo kept them on the edge of starvation to ensure their desperation on the streets.

Lisa's gentle touch brought Andrew back to the present as she peeled away the last of the bandages. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of sadness and determination as she tucked the strips of fabric into a hidden pocket in her tattered dress.

"We'll keep these," she whispered. "In case your wounds need re-dressing later."

William stood watch, his eyes darting nervously up and down the street. "We need to get back to our spots," he urged. "If we don't bring in enough today..."

The unfinished sentence hung in the air, heavy with the weight of shared memories. They all knew the consequences of failing to meet Danzo's arbitrary quotas. The beatings were swift and merciless, leaving them bruised and bloodied, sometimes unable to work for days – which only compounded their punishment.

Andrew nodded, the warmth of his earlier experience fading as the familiar dread settled in his stomach. As they made their way back to their assigned begging spots, he couldn't help but recall the last time they had failed to bring in enough coins.

Danzo's face had been a mask of cold fury as he'd lined them up in the dank basement of the dilapidated building they called home. His voice, deceptively soft, had cut through the tense silence.

"You ungrateful little rats," he'd hissed, pacing before them like a predator sizing up its prey. "After all I do for you, this is how you repay me?"

The first blow had come without warning, a backhanded strike that sent Lisa sprawling to the floor. William had moved to help her, only to receive a vicious kick to his ribs that left him gasping for air.

Andrew had watched, paralyzed with fear, as Danzo methodically worked his way down the line. Each child received their share of his wrath, cries of pain echoing off the moldy walls. When it was Andrew's turn, he'd squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the impact.

Danzo's hand had gripped his chin, forcing Andrew to look into his cold, dead eyes. "You have potential, boy," he'd said, his breath hot on Andrew's face. "Don't make me waste it."

The beating that followed had been particularly brutal, leaving Andrew barely able to stand. For days afterward, they had all worked through their pain, desperate to avoid a repeat performance.

As they reached their usual corner, Andrew shook off the memory, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. The street was busy, a steady stream of people hurrying past, most avoiding eye contact with the ragged children.

Lisa took up her position, her small frame hunched in a practiced posture of misery designed to elicit sympathy. William stood nearby, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd for potential marks – the ones who might be swayed by a particularly pitiful story or a well-timed cough.

Andrew settled into his spot, extending his hand in silent supplication. As he did so, he couldn't help but notice the angry red marks where the bandages had been, a stark reminder of the brief kindness he'd experienced.

The day wore on, a blur of ignored pleas and occasional coins tossed their way. By late afternoon, Andrew's throat was raw from calling out to passersby, his arms aching from holding them out for hours on end.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the bustling street, a sense of panic began to set in. They were still short of their usual take, and the thought of facing Danzo's wrath again made Andrew's stomach churn.

Lisa must have sensed his distress, because she caught his eye and offered a small, reassuring smile. In that moment, Andrew was struck by how much older she looked, the weight of their circumstances etched into her young face.

William sidled up to them during a lull in foot traffic, his voice low and urgent. "We're not going to make it," he muttered, his eyes darting nervously up and down the street. "Unless we can pull off something big in the next hour..."

The unspoken alternative hung in the air between them. They all knew the risks of more desperate measures – picking pockets or creating distractions for William to snatch unattended bags. It was dangerous work that could land them in trouble not just with Danzo, but with the law.

Andrew's mind raced, torn between the fear of Danzo's punishment and the slim hope offered by the kind woman's promise to return. If they could just hold out, endure whatever was coming, maybe she would come back. Maybe she could help them escape this life.

As if reading his thoughts, Lisa placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Whatever you're thinking, stop," she said softly. "We can't count on anyone but ourselves. We'll face whatever comes together, like always."

William nodded grimly, his jaw set with determination. "Lisa's right. We look out for each other. That's how we survive."

Andrew felt a lump form in his throat, overwhelmed by the fierce loyalty of his friends. Despite the harshness of their lives, the bond between them remained unbreakable.

With a shared nod of understanding, the three children began to move through the crowd with renewed purpose. Their eyes scanned the throngs of people, looking for potential targets - someone distracted, someone carrying a bulging wallet or an easily accessible purse.

Lisa took the lead, her small size allowing her to weave effortlessly between the adults. She had a keen eye for detail, often spotting opportunities the boys missed. William followed close behind, ready to create a distraction if needed. Andrew brought up the rear, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure everyone around could hear it.

As they moved, Andrew couldn't help but think about the kind woman who had tended his wounds earlier. What would she think if she saw him now, preparing to steal? The thought made his stomach churn with guilt, but he pushed it aside. This was about survival.

Lisa suddenly tensed, her eyes fixed on a well-dressed man fumbling with his pocket watch. She gave a subtle nod to William, who immediately sprang into action. He stumbled dramatically, bumping into the man with a loud apology.

In the moment of confusion, Lisa darted forward, her small hand reaching for the man's coat pocket where she had spotted the outline of a wallet. But at the last second, the man shifted, turning away from the commotion. Lisa's fingers grasped at empty air.

Suppressing a frustrated sigh, Lisa melted back into the crowd. They moved on, their eyes constantly searching for another opportunity.

As the minutes ticked by, their anxiety grew. They spotted a woman with a large handbag, but she clutched it tightly to her side, impossible to access without detection. A businessman talking loudly on his mobile phone seemed distracted, but his wallet was tucked securely in his inner jacket pocket.

With each failed attempt, the children grew more desperate. The crowd was thinning as the evening wore on, and soon they would have to return to face Danzo's wrath.