Another short one where I shove you off a cliff at the end. Don't worry though there will be some news about the newsies... in a few chapters. Thanks to 1Monster2 and coverdinbees14 for reading and reviewing.
SO yeah. I don't own newsies only my goons and the mysterious people in the story.
Chapter three: Pie Eater and Swifty.
Pie eater groaned as he got up and got ready for the day. He was tired and he didn't feel too good but he really wanted to make enough money to buy a nice piece of pie for himself, Dutchy and Specs for lunch since it was his birthday. He had never told anyone why he did it he just did and his two old friends didn't mind it.
He walked to the distribution center, got his papes and headed to his selling spot near Tibby's. It was not a bad morning since the headlines weren't too bad. He shouted his headlines until he sold his last pape before heading to Tibby's. As he passed an alley he smelled something sweet, something delicious, something he would know anywhere, Apple Pie. His very favorite kind.
He slipped into the alley to find a nice, huge, slice of pie that was so fresh it was still a little warm and the best part was that it had his name on it, literally, his name was on a little card on the plate. He couldn't be happier. He licked his lips and ate his treat but soon he grew tired and sat down against the alley wall where he fell asleep.
Swifty the rake was walking down the street when he heard a loud bump in the alley he was about to pass and a very familiar voice. Pie Eater. He slipped into the alley with all the stealth he had learned in his years of being a pickpocket and thief.
"I ain't getting' up yet Itey." Pie eater was saying but the person holding him up was not Itey.
"Oi! Leave 'im alone, ya bum!" He shouted running forward to tackle the man and help his suddenly delusional friend.
He ran as fast as he could but he was tackled to the ground, pulled back up and stuck into a waiting carriage all before he could even recover from hitting his head on the pavement. Pie eater was pulled into the carriage behind him and two goons joined the person already inside.
"Welcome, Swifty, I didn't think you would be joining us this early but that does not matter, everything is already planned." The passenger said stroking a tiny dog.
One of the goons knocked on the roof of the carriage and they started moving at a fast pace. The part of New York he had know so well soon gave way to a entirely different setting and he could feel the panic start setting in.