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KatherineRoseTiggular: Wow. That's actually a pretty tough question. Weasel is actually pretty funny most of the time. I feel like he kinda would be the one to joke around with the boy's a little but he would still do what needed to be done if they crossed him. But Roosevelt is also awesome. I love his jokes in the show, he's hilarious. I'm probably gonna have to go with Roosevelt because he kinda came to the rescue but I really do love them both in weird ways.
Anyways, this story is fun to write, but I'm not gonna lie, I'm super excited for the next one. In my own opinion, the next one was better written and is a lot more interesting I think. But this one is important. And I'm very happy that you guys like it. Please continue to review and tell me if I'm doing something right or wrong. Thank you!
Race and Jack moved silently through the yard. They'd been out there for a few minutes by now. After they left the apartment, Oscar had taken off in a full sprint back to his house. Race and Jack had a bit of trouble keeping up with him. Once they'd made it to that cozy little home, Oscar had told them to wait in the bushes in the front yard, not wanting to risk them being seen by Snyder, while he went and looked for a better way in than the front door.
"Ya don't think this might be a trap?" Race asked in a hushed tone. He still couldn't figure out why Jack and Crutchie were so trusting of a boy who'd never given them anything more than trouble. And the house they were outside of, a man neither of them could bare to think about sat inside it.
Jack turned his head. At the moment, both of them sat in the bushes. The older was leaning against the wall as Race was squating down next to him. He really looked at his friend's face. Even in the dark he could see the worry on the boy's features. "I don't know Race." Jack sighed, honestly. "But Crutchie's safe at home and I'm right here with ya. No ones gonna take you away again. I'm here and I ain't leavin' ya. I swear." Jack vowed.
Race nodded and glanced down at the ground again. "I trust you Jack." And Jack smiled at him.
"I love ya kid." Jack whispered, reaching out and ruffling his brother's hair. His grin widened when Race laughed and pushed his arm away, playfully.
"I love ya too, Jackie." Race chuckled. And they sat there together, waiting.
Oscar ran around the back. His panic had returned quickly to him when he started running back to his house. The image of his brother barely awake on the ground, covered in blood all too fresh in his mind.
As he ran he stayed low, knowing if he was caught right now, all would be lost. The thought of giving Snyder what he wanted had crossed Oscar's mind many times in the past few minutes. Give him what he wants and Morris will be ok. It'll be so easy. Just tell him two boys are trespassing on their property and that's that. They're off the hook. It was so tempting to just do it. But Oscar remembered Jack's face at the mention of the Refuge. He remembered when he'd seen Race cry at the memory of whatever happened to him there. That was the first time Oscar had ever seen that loud mouth, snarky, sarcastic gambler cry. And he wasn't about to put that kid back there. Not like this.
And Crutchie. The kid was sick. He had it rough. And if he didn't have his older brothers to take care of him, Oscar wasn't sure the poor gimp would make it.
But Oscar still felt the tug in his mind. Morris was in trouble. His brother was hurt and he wanted to protect a bunch of kids he didn't know instead of his own flesh and blood? What was wrong with him.
Eventually he saw the window. The single window that he knew lead into the basement. It was much to small to send someone through. But it was enough for him to be able to see his brother.
Oscar stood up straight for a moment. He was in his own backyard, sneaking around in the darkness to try and save the only person in the world he truly cared about. But right then, no one could see him, there were no windows besides the one that separated him from his brother. So he stood for one moment, catching his breath, before he carefully lowered himself to his knees on the ground.
The sixteen year old pulled the window towards him, successfully pulling it open. He leaned down and felt the hot tears, once again, stinging at his eyes. "Morris!" He whispered, brokenly, as he saw his brother.
The older boy was a wreck. He was laying on his back on the cold ground, a little bit back from the door just in case it swung open, unexpectedly. The boy looked like he was having trouble breathing properly, probably due to the pain of the many cuts and bruises he now wore all over him. When Oscar had called out to him, his eyes had been closed, but now, they were wide open, frantically searching for his baby brother. "Ozzie?" He called back, weakly, not quite knowing weather this was real or not.
Oscar's heart clenched when his brother called him that. It was a nickname that Morris had begun to call him when they were only three or four. "Yeah..." Oscar whispered back. "Yeah Morris I'm here!"
Finally Morris's eyes found his brother's. He tried to stop the tears. But when his sad brown eyes locked in on his panicked brother, he found he couldn't. He sobbed quietly, trying to speak to Oscar. "Oscar... run."
Oscar's heart stopped for a moment. "What?" In asked, completely in shock at what Morris had just told him to do.
"Get outta here. Go far away where they won't catch you! Go live a great life and leave me here! It'll be ok..." Morris wiped at his face with his hands that were still stained red.
Oscar shook his head. "No Morris! I ain't leavin' ya here! They ain't winnin'!" Oscar vowed, angry at his brother, only slightly, for thinking for even a single moment, he would take this chance and up and leave him behind. "I brought help. Kelly and..." Oscar shook his head. He still couldn't quite grasp the concept that the other boy was here too. To help him. "And Higgins."
Morris froze for a moment. "Higgins?" He asked, not sure he'd heard that name right the first time.
Oscar chuckled. "Yeah. They're here to help." The bully convinced himself. No double crossing. That's not the way. Right?
"I don't want no one getting in any trouble for me, Ozzie." Morris said, seriously. "Be careful." He whispered.
Oscar nodded and almost stood, about to grab the others and form a real plan, but then he stopped and leaned back down to the window. "I love you, big brother." He breathed. Without waiting for the response, he then left.
Morris smiled. It was rare for him to hear his kid brother say that to him. But he melted every time he did. "I love you too, Ozzie."
Jack and Race were still there. Oscar didn't know how grateful he would be, after seeing his brother, to know those two boys were still there. He carefully walked toward them and squatted down next to Race.
"Ok so I found an open window that leads into the backroom." He explained. "We're gonna go in there and then I'm gonna find Wiesel and get the keys from him. He can't see you two!" He added quickly.
Race shook his head. "Wait, why not?" He asked.
"Because if he sees you guys..." Oscar contemplated telling them the truth. He knew he should've. But for some reason, he couldn't. "I doesn't matter." He finally decided to say. And he was relieved when they didn't ask more questions.
Jack put a hand on Race's shoulder when he tried to continue to ask, silencing the boy. "Then we'll carry Morris outta there and get him to a hospital." Jack finished. Oscar nodded and sniffled as he started to panic again. But in an instant Jack's hand was on his shoulder, calming him down.
"Thanks Kelly." Oscar nodded. And they carefully made their way back around the house.
I hope you enjoyed this short little chapter. It was fun to write. I love writing the Delanceys like they have a heart. It's so sweet.
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