Summary: Snipeshooter asks Jack a pretty loaded question…
A/N: Here's another one-shot, and it features Snipeshooter. I had a sudden (well, not so sudden) inspiration while listening to Flame -a Christian rapper whose music I was just recently introduced to- and this is what came out of it.
Snipeshooter shuffled through the doorway of the Newsboys lodging house, with a slight confused and glum expression on his face. The others seated in the lobby thought it was because of a bad day selling papers that day, but it was far from it; it was actually quite a fine day selling for the newsie. His mind was just clouded, one confusing and aggravating question in his thoughts. It had bothered him part of the day, so he decided that maybe he should talk to Jack. After-all, he was older and wiser, right? Maybe a little naïve at times and he didn't always think things through… but maybe he would at least understand, right? Right, so he would talk to Jack.
So Snipeshooter made his way to one of the tables that Jack, Kid Blink, Mush and Racetrack were sitting playing poker. They glanced up from their cards and greeted the younger newsie.
"Hey." He answered back absently, then furrowing his eyebrows he said, "Hey Jack, can I ask ya a question?" Jack looked up at him again.
"Sure Snipes, what's on your mind?" he asked leaning back in the chair.
"Well," he started slowly, "Have you ever wondered why you're a newsie? Why we're poor? Why our lives have been like they were? Why us newsies have to work hard every day to make the little money that we have, while other hoity-toity people barely lift a finger and make tons more? Have you ever wondered why you're here?" Snipeshooter questioned. Jack put the chair he was previously leaning on back on all fours, deep in thought. Some of the other newsies sitting around were also quite intrigued by Snipeshooter's very in-depth rant and what Jack had to say to all of it. Snipeshooter stood patiently, almost as if he was still processing everything he said. Finally Jack spoke, breaking the unnoticed silence.
"I guess I have, and I guess I really don't understand it all at times. And at times I think there is a reason, but I just don't know sometimes." Jack sighed then asked, "What brought this up?" Snipeshooter shrugged.
"I don't know, just thinking about it." He said before turning around and heading upstairs to the bunkroom. Everyone sat there silent for a minute.
"You know, that sort of kills the happy mood." Racetrack said, cracking a joke like his usual self. Everyone laughed lightly and went back to what they were doing before Snipeshooter's interruption; but they couldn't help but think about what he had said, and just how true those words were.
A/N: So… there it is. A little short, just a little insight into Snipeshooter and I guess a newsie in general. So review, tell me what you think.