Okay. so it's really twisted. It's short and low on description. But hey, cut me some slack! I've gotten farther than any of the other Newsies/PB stories so far! I'm going to Shakespearian camp for 12 stinking days...so bear with me. I'll try to update before then, but if I don't, I'll do so as soon as I get home! Thanks!

I looked around; my audience had gotten even larger as the previously disinterested newsies joined the group. Now, almost every newsie from Brooklyn sat on the floor, or in the dilapidated chairs in front of me. By now, some of the younger newsies had even laid their elbows on Spot's back and had their heads resting on the palms of their hands. Spot had propped himself up on his elbows, his head resting in his hands. He was smirking at me, knowing that our fairytale relationship in this story was comical. He had removed his hat, and handed a young, and slightly dazed, newsie his cane for 'safekeeping'. The little boy held it gingerly in his lap, looking at it like it was going to bite him. I noticed that a couple of younger newsies were clasping onto older ones in the suspense.

"As soon as the black figure entered his line of vision through the trees, Bumlets heaved a rock at it. The figure stopped, whipping his head around as another large rock sailed past, only to crash into the clearing behind him." I heard gasps of suspense. "Instantly the stranger pulled out his slingshot, and pulled out a retrieved marble, aiming into the forest. Bumlets strolled out casually, another rock in his fist. 'Drop your weapon and I'll kill you quickly,' Bumlets offered, shrugging.

'I don't think so,' Blink said, never lowering his slingshot.

'Why don't we have a fistfight, whoever drops first is the loser,' Bumlets suggested, setting down the rock he held.

'Alright,' Blink set down his slingshot and pulled several hidden knives from his side and boot; laying them on the ground beside him. Both boys eyed each other warily, stepping in a broad circle and waiting for the other to attack. Bumlets made the first move, swinging his powerful fist in a wide arch. Blink nimbly leapt back, dodging on blows, one after the other. He got down on his hands and knees and somersaulted between Bumlets legs, catching the tall newsie by surprise. Blink jumped up and," I paused for dramatic effect. This instantly cause some of the younger newsies to complain or whisper.

"Come on Firefly," Stumble pulled on my arm, pleading. I sighed dramatically and continued.

"And grabbed a hold of Bumlets neck, hoisting himself into a piggy-back position. Bumlets tried desperately to get Blink to release the hold on his airway, smashing the lithe boy into rocks and trees. Slowly, the large newsies' strength dwindled, and he lost consciousness, falling to the ground. Blink rolled him onto his back, pulling Bumlets' limp arms from under him. 'May you dream of beautiful women,' Blink said, after making sure Bumlets was alive after being half-strangled to death.

Without a look back at the sleeping giant, Blink ran to where Race sat. Race had found a smooth stone, and set lunch out upon it. Two empty glasses and a jug of whiskey sat on the table next to him, as did a blindfolded Firefly. Race held a dagger to Firefly's neck, making her pull away as far as possible. 'One step more and she dies,' Race threatened.

'Really? Are you bluffing?' Blink asked, taking a dubious step forward. Race thrust the tip of the dagger a little closer to Firefly, Blink stopped, seeing Race was serious about his threats.

'How about a battle of wits,' Race suggested, thinking he was the most intelligent thing since sliced bread.

'To the death?' Blink put forward, seating himself across from Race at the makeshift table.

'How do you suggest we do that?' Race asked, curious.

'Like so,' Blink pulled out a small packet of white powder. 'Smell,' he handed it to Racetrack who took a doubtful sniff.

'I smell nothing,' Race shrugged, lowering the dagger from Firefly's neck, and back to its sheath.

'What you do not smell is called Iocane powder, scentless, tasteless, and dissolves instantly in liquid. It is the deadliest poison known to man.' Blink took both glasses, poured whiskey into them equally, and turned away from the table. After pouring poison into one of them, he placed them in front of himself and Racetrack. 'When youse decide what glass youse want, and we both drink, den we will see who is wise, and who is dead.' Blink said in a low tone.

'Alright then, But it's so simple. All I have to do is divine: from what I know of you: are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet or his enemy's? Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.'

Race bantered, his logic strange, yet sensible.

'So you have chosen?' Blink asked.

'Not remotely. Because Iocane comes from Australia, as everyone knows, and Australia is entirely people with criminals and criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.'

'You're stalling me,' Blink said, frankly.

'You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? You've beaten my giant, which means you're exceptionally strong you could've put the poison in your own goblet, trusting on your strength to save you, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But, you've also bested my master aims man, which means you must have studied, and in studying you must have learned that man is mortal, so you would have put the poison as far from yourself as possible, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.' Race countered.

'You are still stalling,' Blink said, staring intently at the small Italian calmly. This greatly unnerved Racetrack, the single blue eye boring into him, was making him squirm internally.

'What is that?' Race asked, pointing behind Blink at an object in the distance. Blink turned to look, and Racetrack switched the two glasses. Blink turned around.

'I saw nothing out of da ordinary,' he said, raising an eyebrow at Race's antics and jittery behavior.

'Maybe it was, it was nuttin, drink up,' Race took his own glass and drank from it. 'HA!' he cried, making Blink jump a little, 'You have lost, when you weren't looking I switched the glasses!' Race crowed in self accomplishment before falling to the ground, stone dead.

'You put the poison in your own glass,' Firefly breathed as Blink removed her blindfold and pulled her along by her still-bound hands.

'I put it in both, I'm immune to Iocane, it helps in my line of work,' Blink motioned to his black attire."

"Ise not so suah I like dis Blink guy," Spot said from the floor. This made me smile, knowing what was about to happen next in our story.

"Anyhow," I continued "Blink lead Firefly to the edge of a steep hill. Below the hill there was a ravine that leads to a deep forest, known commonly as the Fire Swamp. Firefly took a steady breath; it had been quite a day after all!

BACK AT THE SCENE OF THE FIGHT WITH RACETRACK

Morris Delancy sniffed at the packet of white powder, 'Iocane,' was his one word answer.

'Really, how strange,' his brother Oscar said from behind him.

'Dey went dat way,' Morris said, climbing onto his Uncle's work horse. They were used to pull the paper wagons, but his uncle spared him two to look for his missing Bride.

BACK TO FIREFLY AND KID BLINK

'I know who you are, your eyepatch explains everything!' Firefly exclaimed, after catching her breath from running. 'You're the Dread Kid Blink!'

'At youse soivace,' Blink bowed sarcastically. 'What can I do foah youse?'

'Die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces,' Firefly spat.

'What's up toots?' Blink said, sitting on a nearby rock.

'You killed my love,' her voice was filled with venom.

'I kill a lot of people, who was he? Some rich merchant? A sailor? A fancy business man?" Blink asked, naming off his likely suspects.

'No, a lowly newsie with no money and only the clothes on his back!' Firefly said, a lone tear falling down her face at the memory of Spot.

'His eyes are the color of silver that was blended with the sky, he was mugged. On his way to the docks in Queens, to find money so that we could marry,' her last words were a whisper.

'I had to kill him, if people hear that I went soft…they wouldn't fear me, my reputation would be wrecked. Then I'd have to get a real job, work, work, work all the time!' Blink said.

'You mock my pain,' Firefly shouted.

'Life is pain, goil,' Blink said in a menacing tone. Firefly stood down. 'Anyone who says otherwise is sellin something. I seem to remembah dis newsie of yoahs, bout eight months ago wasn't it?' Blink asked."

"Where does it get good? What is the Fire Swamp?" Stumble interrupted, getting shushed from several other newsies.

"Yes, about that time,' Firefly said almost wistfully.

'He died well, that should make you happy. No beggin, no whinin, no bribes. All he said was, please, you see. It was that please dat caught my attention. When I asked him why I should spare his life he said, True love, I listened for a few minutes as he talked about a girl with amazing beauty and a loving, faithful heart. He spoke of how faithful you were, but how long was it until you agreed to marry the idiot paper tycoon?' Blink was suddenly sour. 'Did you wait a day in memory of the dead? Or as soon as you got the news did you rush to his office to tell him?'

'You mocked me once, never do it again! I died the day they told me Spot was mugged, I was lost. It was only a threat that forced me to agree to marry that hideous man! I have sworn never to love again, my love died along with Spot,' Firefly ranted angrily, her anger filled tears leaking once more. 'You can die for all I care!' she shoved him to the edge of the ravine and watched as he fell. She listened as three words stopped her heart in her chest.

'As…you…wish!' he called out.

'Spot!' Firefly rolled down after him. Slowly he skidded to a stop; his cap had fallen off, along with the leather eye patch. She stopped next to him, pulling herself closer and looking into his eyes. The eyes she had missed for so long."

"So, I was really the bad guy huh? Why would I kill myself?" Spot asked, no one shushed him.

"Wait, you'll understand soon," I scolded, continuing my story.

"Are youse alright?" Spot asked, cradling a sobbing Firefly in his arms.

'If you want, I could fly,' Firefly smiled at him. They kissed, laying there on the hill, kissed to make up for eight months of loneliness and sadness. Kissed to make time stop and hold them in its pale hand."

The 'Eww' was almost simultaneous as the little boys crinkled their noses in disgust. Spot just smirked at me, and Grin…his name is self explanatory as to what he was doing.

"Then they heard the shouts from above as several bulls, and Morris and Oscar Delancy pointed down at the couple from above. 'Your pig fiancé is too late!' Spot crowed triumphantly. He pulled Firefly to her feet, and clutched her into his side. He would protect her from the world; nothing could wrench them apart now that they had found each other once again. 'I told youse Ise would come back,' Spot whispered in her ear.

'I shouldn't have doubted you,' Firefly smiled up at him as they entered the edge of the thick, almost impenetrable woods. The Fire Swamp."

Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or Princess Bride. I did use Vizzini's original lines for the argument because I suck at writing logical stuff. SO there you have it. Cast of characters:

Westley: Spot COnlon

Buttercup: Firefly

Humperdink: Morris Delancy

Inigo: Skittery (Not common, but cool)

Vizzini: Racetrack (Duh)

Fezzik: Bumlets (strange but true)

The King: Pulitzer

Count Rugen: Oscar Delancy (SURPRISE SURPRISE)

Valerie: Books

Miracle Max: jack 'Cowboy' Kelley

Yellin: Grin

'Grandson': Stumble

'Grandfather': Firefly

Booer: Old Random Hag

Fire Swamp: Screw it, i'm going with the origial

The Machine: Diddo with the Fire Swamp, screw it, i'm keeping to the movie.

R&R -Firefly Conlon