A/N: Although this scene gives me terrible anxiety-because I always convince myself that Annie will fall off of the top of the train bridge-I still thought it would be fun to explore Miss Hannigan's point of view. I've always found her particularly hilarious, not to mention secretly fond of Annie, the little hellion... (: Anyways, enjoy!
XOXO, Helix.
Disclaimer: I don't own Annie: The Movie (1982), or Party City.
"Mister Warbucks will eat your livers!"
"No, no!" Lillian cried, watching in abject horror as Annie took a firm grip on both sides of the cheque, wasted no time at all in shredding it into little bits, and bolted down the tracks.
Lillian made a grab for her, screeching when she fell onto her hands and knees. Rooster was practically tripping over Lillian to get to Annie. "I'll kill ya, I'll kill ya, you little brat! I'll kill you!"
"Get her, Rooster!" Lilian wept, trying in vain to rescue all the tiny pieces of paper from the gravel.
He tore off after her, and Miss Hannigan went cold.
This was all spiraling down the can.
He was going to kill Annie.
Annie!
"He's really gonna kill her," Miss Hannigan gasped, hiking up her thrice-damned purple dress and sprinting after Rooster. Her heels kicked up the rocks and got caught in the wooden struts. She growled under her breath, panting.
And, oh, she couldn't run fast enough. Her arms flailed wildly, contributing nothing to her already drunken balance.
"Rooster!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs. Oh, oh.
He couldn't.
He wouldn't.
He would.
Annie was probably running about as fast she could, but Miss Hannigan knew the kid wouldn't last long. Rooster was bigger and meaner, and if nothing else, greedier. He'd kill her out of spite alone and she'd be able to do nothing but watch.
She couldn't let it happen.
"Rooster, stop! Rooster, she's a baby!" She wailed. My baby!
He ignored her, stumbling madly. "Come back 'ere!"
Miss Hannigan's poor heart nearly burst with fear as he corralled Annie, giving her no other direction to flee but up.
Huffing with rage and determination, Rooster braced himself on either side of the tracks and pulled himself up, but she caught up with him and dug her viciously maintained nails in his coat-tails. He jerked back.
"Let go!" He roared, and tugged himself away. He tried to step another foot up, but she clawed at his leg.
"No!" Miss Hannigan gritted. "I'm not going to let you!
Rooster's hands slipped and he fell down a few rungs.
"She may be a mean, rotten little orphan," she growled-at this, she ripped him away from the tracks entirely-and her face twisted in a snarl, "but I'm not going to let you kill her!"
"Get off me, you old boozer," he growled, and they scrabbled, clawing and shoving each other back and forth.
"Stop it-!"
He backhanded her. Her vision went dark.
God, kid, I hope you can climb.
A/N: Carol Burnett's portrayal of Miss Hannigan gets me every time...If I've inspired you to do so, please leave a review! REMINDER: I will never haggle you for reviews.