Hey all I'm starting another story since I'm bored and ff.net is being dumb at the moment, even though by the time ur reading this it'll be good as new I'm sure…lol. Well, I'm not really sure what this will be about so I'm just going to let the words flow and see where it takes me. Lol. Absolutely no ideas…hmmm. Oh yes, and for those who didn't know, I changed my nn to Timber, courtesy of the wondrous Fiery.
Two And Two By: Timber
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that were in the movie Newsies. I do own the others so don't take them without my permission. Grrrrr….lol.
Race crouched down low behind the arrangement or barrels, boxes, and crates in front of him. He was being chased by the bookies. Again. He waited a good 5 or 10 minutes from after he heard the last sound to come out of his hiding place.
He spotted a guy with his back turned to Race at the end of the alley. Race ducked back down. "Why'd ya have to go and choose a damn dead-end alley Racetrack Higgins?" he thought to himself. "It was only 20 bucks and why do they have to be so big?" he sighed inside. He couldn't make any noise. He watched the big man through the crack and after about half an hour or so, the man seemed to get antsy from standing there for so long, and left the alleyway. "It was a sure deal!" he whispered to himself. That's what he told himself every time.
He crept out of the alley and was sneaking along the streets when someone grabbed him from behind. They had him around the neck and he couldn't get away.
Another set of hands blindfolded him and he was taken along the back streets of New York City. It seemed like forever. He wondered if anyone missed him. "That's a dumb thing to think," he thought. "Of course they miss you. Jack throws a fit every time you don't get in by curfew." After another forever and a half he felt himself go through doors and into a building. In about 5 minutes he was sat in a chair. The blindfold was taken off of him.
He was in a small room with a single light. He thought he was alone and thought out loud. "Oh great. Jail. You're a jackass Race." Turns out he was alone. He was tied to the chair and could move an inch.
After another eternity the door opened and in walked a beautiful teenage girl accompanied by two burly men. The girl stood in front of him.
"Come on Victor, he's just a kid. You made him sound like some well known criminal," she said to one of the burly men.
"You're just a kid, Kay," said one of the burly men that Race assumed to be Victor.
"Shut up Vic. Now, since he's just a kid, I'll just check his pockets for money, take what he has, and let him go. You got a problem with that?" she asked the burly guys, but the tone of her voice and the look in her eyes clearly said that she didn't care what they thought, and was going to do what she wanted to do with or without their approval.
The burly men caught onto this along with Race. He was slightly impressed by this girl and smiled at her. She smirked in return.
She leaned over and untied him, the burly men guarded the door. She smelled faintly of peppermint and when he was untied she commanded him to stand up, which he immediately obliged to. She stuck her hands in all his pockets, which made Racetrack feel more then a little weird, and he felt her slip something into the breast pocket of his vest. She gave him a look that clearly told him what he had felt.
"I'm gonna escort the kid out, I think I can handle him…and I doubt he knows how to get out on his own. Vic, Danny, go find some other innocent soul to torture." she smiled.
She violently grabbed Race's arm and dragged him down hallway after hallway, twisting a turning until finally he saw light at the end of the white tunnel he was being dragged through.
She pulled him out the door. She looked at him, then looked around. "Don't read it now, wait till you get home, wherever that is. Your still in Manhattan, don't worry," she said when a look came across his face.
"Really? I could have sworn they dragged me all the way to New Jersey," he said sarcastically.
"Shush. Look, don't get into anymore trouble kid," she said and kissed him on the cheek. Then went back into the building.
His hand went up to his cheek where she had kissed him and he thought about her. Those men had called her Kay. She couldn't have been much older then him, if any. She had beautiful mahogany hair and beautiful green eyes. She had tan skin and was thin, but obviously well built. His arm still hurt.
He knew where he was and started walking swiftly towards the lodging house. Although she wasn't there, he still felt that he had to obey her wishes not to read the note until he got home. It was like she had some sort of lasting power over him. It was weird.
He paused and took a deep breath at the door to the lodging house. He knew it was well past curfew, but he wasn't sure what Kloppy and Jack would do to him this time. He decided to stop worrying and leave it up to Fate to do all the worrying.
He stepped into the lodging house. Two people were downstairs. Jack and Fate. Fate walked up to him and punched him smartly on the shoulder. "Where the hell were you Racetrack Higgins? I was worried to death." (AN: lol I was going to leave it to the real fate, but I just couldn't help myself it was too easy. Sorry if anyone has the nickname Fate, I wont write anything much more about her after this chapter J)
Race sighed. "Bookies." he said. Jack rolled his eyes.
"Get yer lousy ass up to bed Race." he said and Race gratefully walked up what seemed like a mile of stairs, and only stopped long enough to strip off his shirt and pants before falling into bed. He forgot completely about the note.
Two And Two By: Timber
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that were in the movie Newsies. I do own the others so don't take them without my permission. Grrrrr….lol.
Race crouched down low behind the arrangement or barrels, boxes, and crates in front of him. He was being chased by the bookies. Again. He waited a good 5 or 10 minutes from after he heard the last sound to come out of his hiding place.
He spotted a guy with his back turned to Race at the end of the alley. Race ducked back down. "Why'd ya have to go and choose a damn dead-end alley Racetrack Higgins?" he thought to himself. "It was only 20 bucks and why do they have to be so big?" he sighed inside. He couldn't make any noise. He watched the big man through the crack and after about half an hour or so, the man seemed to get antsy from standing there for so long, and left the alleyway. "It was a sure deal!" he whispered to himself. That's what he told himself every time.
He crept out of the alley and was sneaking along the streets when someone grabbed him from behind. They had him around the neck and he couldn't get away.
Another set of hands blindfolded him and he was taken along the back streets of New York City. It seemed like forever. He wondered if anyone missed him. "That's a dumb thing to think," he thought. "Of course they miss you. Jack throws a fit every time you don't get in by curfew." After another forever and a half he felt himself go through doors and into a building. In about 5 minutes he was sat in a chair. The blindfold was taken off of him.
He was in a small room with a single light. He thought he was alone and thought out loud. "Oh great. Jail. You're a jackass Race." Turns out he was alone. He was tied to the chair and could move an inch.
After another eternity the door opened and in walked a beautiful teenage girl accompanied by two burly men. The girl stood in front of him.
"Come on Victor, he's just a kid. You made him sound like some well known criminal," she said to one of the burly men.
"You're just a kid, Kay," said one of the burly men that Race assumed to be Victor.
"Shut up Vic. Now, since he's just a kid, I'll just check his pockets for money, take what he has, and let him go. You got a problem with that?" she asked the burly guys, but the tone of her voice and the look in her eyes clearly said that she didn't care what they thought, and was going to do what she wanted to do with or without their approval.
The burly men caught onto this along with Race. He was slightly impressed by this girl and smiled at her. She smirked in return.
She leaned over and untied him, the burly men guarded the door. She smelled faintly of peppermint and when he was untied she commanded him to stand up, which he immediately obliged to. She stuck her hands in all his pockets, which made Racetrack feel more then a little weird, and he felt her slip something into the breast pocket of his vest. She gave him a look that clearly told him what he had felt.
"I'm gonna escort the kid out, I think I can handle him…and I doubt he knows how to get out on his own. Vic, Danny, go find some other innocent soul to torture." she smiled.
She violently grabbed Race's arm and dragged him down hallway after hallway, twisting a turning until finally he saw light at the end of the white tunnel he was being dragged through.
She pulled him out the door. She looked at him, then looked around. "Don't read it now, wait till you get home, wherever that is. Your still in Manhattan, don't worry," she said when a look came across his face.
"Really? I could have sworn they dragged me all the way to New Jersey," he said sarcastically.
"Shush. Look, don't get into anymore trouble kid," she said and kissed him on the cheek. Then went back into the building.
His hand went up to his cheek where she had kissed him and he thought about her. Those men had called her Kay. She couldn't have been much older then him, if any. She had beautiful mahogany hair and beautiful green eyes. She had tan skin and was thin, but obviously well built. His arm still hurt.
He knew where he was and started walking swiftly towards the lodging house. Although she wasn't there, he still felt that he had to obey her wishes not to read the note until he got home. It was like she had some sort of lasting power over him. It was weird.
He paused and took a deep breath at the door to the lodging house. He knew it was well past curfew, but he wasn't sure what Kloppy and Jack would do to him this time. He decided to stop worrying and leave it up to Fate to do all the worrying.
He stepped into the lodging house. Two people were downstairs. Jack and Fate. Fate walked up to him and punched him smartly on the shoulder. "Where the hell were you Racetrack Higgins? I was worried to death." (AN: lol I was going to leave it to the real fate, but I just couldn't help myself it was too easy. Sorry if anyone has the nickname Fate, I wont write anything much more about her after this chapter J)
Race sighed. "Bookies." he said. Jack rolled his eyes.
"Get yer lousy ass up to bed Race." he said and Race gratefully walked up what seemed like a mile of stairs, and only stopped long enough to strip off his shirt and pants before falling into bed. He forgot completely about the note.