Hey guys! So I haven't updated recently, and I'm sorry. I've been having a small writers' block, which hopefully I'll get over. So please read and enjoy!
This chapter is dedicated to Polar Bears 18, who was the 1st to comment, so THANK YOU!
Dislaimer: Disney owns Newsies, but I created the OCs.
Chapter 3
As soon as I hit the water, I started to power swim. Flailing my limbs everywhere, trying to put as much distance as possible between me and the Brooklyn boys, which is pretty hard when you have a long black cane in one hand. I had 1 plan, but it was lousy and had a 0.01% chance of actually working. My plan was to just keep swimming til I reach the exit. Sounds relatively easy right? Not when you have about 50 swimming champions chasing you. The newsies jumped in after me, something I really hadn't thought of when I hopped off the dock. And of course they were gonna out swim me. Plus I was already losing a bunch of energy. I figured the safest place to get to was now the docks.
I scanned the area for a ladder or ramp or anything. No such luck. It seems like the newsies just pull themselves up. Maybe that's why they all seem to have six packs. Whatever. I have to at least try. So I took a deep breathe, and dove under the waves.
I glided through the water trying to be as stealthy as possible. My idea was a success, so far anyway. All the guys headed straight, where they thought I had swum to, but I actually went right. Peabrains. Once I reached the docks, I popped my head out of the water, quickly looked to see if there was anyone coming, and hoisted myself onto the platform. Which again, is very hard when you have a cane in your hand.
Once I got onto the dock, all I wanted to do was collapse. Stealing takes a LOT of energy. But I couldn't quit now. I was so close. So I picked my lazy butt off the ground and started to run. I kept running til I saw the exit. Then I looked at my surroundings for a minute. And I saw about 4 boulders of flesh and a twig. The twig being Conlon.
Ooooohhhh this was bad. Really really sulky.
"Ise believe ya sumthin of mine, and I want it back." Gosh, Conlon glares really forcefully. It almost made me flinch. Notice I said almost.
I wasn't gonna let Spot intimidate me. I have worked all afternoon for this prize, and I'm not going down without a fight.
"What if I don't wanna give it back?"
One of the tall ogres spoke up. "Then we'll soak ya!" And with that he charged at me, nose flared like a bull. Wow for being such a large person, he has an amazingly small brain. I easily sidestepped him, ducked under his flailing arms, and neatly tripped him, sending him to a pathetic heap on the ground.
That was all I needed for my adrenaline to pick up. I loved a good fight. Even though I wasn't too sure I could win this one. But I had something they didn't. Speed and flexibility.
After I tripped the giant, I headed straight for the rest of them. I had little time before the rest of the newsies would come to help tear me to pieces. I punched the second one in the face, making him fly back clutching his nose. I kicked in the stomach as I passed him for good measure. Another newsie came running towards me(seriously, you'd think they'd learn) but i simply slid underneath his legs, grabbing his ankle with me, and he face planted into the ground. I sighed. This brawl was normal, nothing exciting.
I continued to make my way to the exit, swinging my cane at people and elbowing them in the necks or basically any body part I could reach. Then all the sudden I felt a tug on the back of my shirt, which swung me around to face Spot. I froze, giving him enough time to throw a very skilled punch to my stomach. Well, I wasn't gonna stand here and be a human punching bag.
I swiftly kicked him in the groin and started to dart away, but he grabbed the end of the cane.
"Nuh-uh. Not my cane girlie." He started pulling even harder, almost to the point where it will snap.
"Pull any harder and your precious cane will die in pieces. Just let go now and nothing gets hurt, except maybe your ego."
"Never."
This just wasn't gonna work. I came here for the whole cane, not half of it. Suddenly an idea dawned on me. Spot was pulling so hard that if I let go, he'd go flying into the water. So I did.
His face was priceless. First triumph, then shock, then panic as he knew he was gonna fall. I quickly grabbed the cane from his hand and watched in glee as the king of Brooklyn fell into the water with a huge splash. And with that I ran off the docks, onto the road, and caught on the back of a wagon, waving to all the Brooklyn newsies who were trying to catch up.
"By-Bye boys! Thanks for the lovely time!"
And there I was with a black walking stick, drenched, exhausted, and a little bruised, but never happier.
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