Hey ! Nice to meet you.
This is my first Newsies fan fiction and actually my first fan fiction in general so I'm very excited to get started! This idea has been in my head since I went and saw Newsies Live! in theaters (twice! And it was OUTSTANDING) and I felt like I should share it with you guys.
Comments and reviews highly appreciated! I believe that's all I have to say so without further ado, enjoy!
-Hayd
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Newsies or it's soundtrack and lyrics. All rights go to Disney.
"Strike! Strike! Strike strike strike strike strike!" The chants of the Manhatten newsboys filled the square as they gathered and crumpled up newspapers, throwing them in the air in an act of defiance.
"Str-" the voices silenced as the boys caught sight of Wiesel, the Delanceys, and multiple other goons standing across the square, cracking their knuckles.
"I think it's time these kids learned a lesson." Wiesel remarked, hitting the palm of his hand with a wooden bat. The newsies began hefting bundles of newspapers, gearing up for a fight
"Newsies..." Jack Kelly stood at the front, his eyes never leaving Wiesel, "get 'em!" The newsies hurled the bundles, knocking several goons to the ground. Then it all dissolved into chaos. Wiesel and the Delanceys surged forward, each taking on a different boy. Crutchie tried to dodge the goons coming at him, evading all but one. A tall and muscular man grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, causing his balance to waver. Crutchie quickly found his balance and smacked the man in the stomach with his crutch, giving him enough time to quickly make his escape. He looked around at the brawl raging around him. Race was occupied with Morris Delacey, and Crutchie was happy to see him land a few punches on Morris's face. Davey appeared to be losing to a goon twice his size, doubled over from a punch to the gut. Crutchie rushed over to his aid, hitting the goon in the back with his crutch and sending the giant man to the ground.
"Thanks." Davey breathed, looking up at Crutchie. Crutchie nodded before scampering off to avoid Oscar Delancey, who had spotted him and come charging. Crutchie looked around again after loosing Oscar in the crowd; they were loosing. They were loosing bad. Les was holding his arm gingerly while Race already had a black eye forming. Elmer's nose was bleeding and Mush and Sniper both had matching cuts above their eyebrows. Crutchie looked around for Jack and found him dodging Wiesel's fist as it came swinging towards the side of his head. Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the air. Everyone stopped fighting to look at the cops, who had just arrived.
Romeo ran up to the one who had blown the whistle, "It's about time you got here! They're slaughtering us!" He yelped when the cop responded by swiftly cuffing him in the ear, sending the boy to the ground.
"It's the bulls!" Finch shouted, and the newsies began to scatter, retreated while they still could. Crutchie turned to follow when he ran straight into Morris. The impact sent him tumbling to the ground and Jack ran over to help him up. Suddenly Oscar and Morris grabbed Crutchie from behind, yanking him away from Jack.
"Jack! Jack!" Crutchie screamed as he tried to fight against the Delancey brothers. Jack rushed in to try and grab him but was sent flying to the street as Oscar kicked him in the chest. Jack rolled from the momentum of the kick, stopping as he hit someone's shoe. He looked up and saw the face that he had hoped to never see again.
"Kelly." Synder growled down at the boy, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Jack scampered backwards, trying to get away from Synder. He got to his feet and ran into an alleyway, hiding from Synder in the shadows.
Meanwhile, Crutchie continued to struggle as the Delanceys dragged him out to the middle of the square, gimp leg dragging.
"Jack! Romeo! Anyone! Please, help!" He cried out desperately, but received no answer. Oscar reached forward and ripped the strike banner off of his crutch.
"Take that ya dumb crip!" He shouted, waving the banner in the air. Crutchie took the opportunity and swung his crutch, catching the Delancey in the ribs and causing him to stumble backwards. Crutchie felt a moment of triumph before Morris spun him around and delivered a strong punch to his cheek, the force sending Crutchie crashing to the ground, his crutch clattering beside him. The brothers smirked at the fallen newsie before unleashing everything they had on his whimpering frame. Crutchie's screams filled the air as their kicks connected with his head, ribs, and legs. The brothers were halted by a leering Snyder, who walked over and picked the fallen crutch off the ground. Crutchie's eyes widened in terror as realization set in.
"No no please don't plea-" his begging was cut short as Snyder brought the wooden crutch down onto the boy's cowering body. Each blow evoked another shriek from the crippled boy, as the thing that had once aided him now mercilessly beat him. Snyder finished and tossed the crutch to Oscar, who caught it firmly. Snyder roughly grabbed Crutchie's wrist, yanking it up.
"It's off to the Refuge with you little man." he cackled as he fastened handcuffs tightly around the pleading boy's wrists.
"No no NO NO NO!" Crutchie begged as Morris grabbed his bad leg, pulling hard to draw a squeal from the newsie.
"Jack! Jack help! JACK" Crutchie screamed as he was dragged over the cobblestone streets, getting farther from the square with every painful tug.
"CRUTCHIE!" Crutchie looked up at the sound of his name to see Jack running out of the alley, terror on his face. Crutchie clawed at the stones, trying to find a grip, but to no avail.
"JACK!" The crippled boy shouted once more, before his head smacked the stones, sending him swirling into darkness.