Spot's Milkshake
Chapter Seven: Murder He Wrote
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, Disney does. I do own Brandie and Harold, Troy, and all of the Brooklyn newsies...EXCEPT Spot! And Smalls, that is Vinnie Monfredo's!
Check out her story it's awesome!
The church looked very old. Most of the shingles had fallen off the roof, or were in the process of falling off. The white paint was chipping off, and the grass in the lawn was dead. The flowers that surrounded the church were wilted, and had lost their color. The sight of the church almost made me turn back, but I pushed myself through the doors, and took a seat in the last pew. The entire church was packed with people. I felt out of place, but tried to focus on the pastor who was making his way to the front of the church. His robes were ragged, and his bible was worn.
I had never seen a bible, just heard of one. I guessed that the book he held in his hand was just that, a bible. The entire church rose when he reached the front, except me. I quickly followed their lead. No one noticed my error, which I was thankful for.
They sat down at almost the exact time I stood up. Would these people make up their minds? I sat down right away. Again no one looked at me. This place confused me right from the start. The priest raised up his hands, and the congregation took hold of hymn books. I took one also.
"Please turn to page 354." The priest told the church. I did, But by the time I found the right page, they were halfway through the song. I hated this so far. I thought I was supposed to sit in the back and listen to this guy preach about a guy name Jesus. No one said anything about singing or standing up and sitting down.
After a few more songs, which I always came in on the middle part, we put away the hymn books and the preacher finally started doing his job. He started talking about Mary, the mother of Jesus. He was going on and on about how much confusion she must've felt when she was parenting Jesus and when he was in her womb.
It had no affect on me whatsoever. To me, this was a huge mistake coming to church. It was taking up my entire morning for no reason. These people hadn't noticed my mistakes earlier, I wondered if they would notice me if I got up and left. I doubted it. They were all concentrating on the priest, hanging on his every word. I was in the back row, and I'm sure noone would mind.I quietly got out of my seat and tiptoed out. When I looked behind me, I saw the priest looking at me, but he continued to preach. It was wonderful to be outside again. The church had been too crowded and had been too hot.
"Ya go ta choich?" I heard a voice ask. I looked around to make sure I was the only one the voice was talking to. Troy was standing behind me.
"As of now, no." I answered. I felt uneasy around him now. After what happened in the alley by the docks, and then with Spot, and the party, nothing felt right with him.
"I didn't see ya Friday nigh'. I was gonna axe ya ta dinner." He smiled. "Wheah was ya?"
"I went to down to Manhattan." I said shyly. I hoped he wouldn't figure out what that meant, but he did.
"Ya went down ta dat stupid party?" He asked, but I knew he already knew the answer. He look angry.
"It wasn't stupid. I had fun." I defended.
"Ya must've gone wit someone." He hinted.
"Yeah." I replied. He had a murderous glare in his eyes. It frightened me.
"Who?" He took a step closer to me, smiling an evil smile. I had never seen him like this before.
"Someone." I told him. I didn't want to tell him the truth.
"Tell me who." He insisted, backing me against the church wall.
"I did! I went with someone." I held back my tears, but my voice cracked and I was shaking like mad.
"I won't hoit ya." He said, sensing my fear. "Jus' tell me." He told me. I swallowed, and took a deep breath.
"Spot Conlon." I squeaked. The words had barely left my lips when it happened. Troy smiled once more, though this time it had a horrible smirk to it.
"Tanks, that's all I needed ta know." He backed away from me, and walked off.
I was still shaking when I got back to the lodging house. There was a poker game going on in the clubroom. I would've watched them play, but I was still in shock. I walked up the stairs that seemed never ending. No one was in the bunk room, thank goodness. I didn't want to talk now, I just wanted to sleep or something to get my mind off of Troy.
In a matter of moments, I drifted off to sleep. It only seemed like a few minutes, but it was the dead of night when I was woken by a muffled shriek. I heard a unpleasant familiar voice laughing and telling someone that they deserved death. I whirled around and saw two figures. One was struggling out of the clutches of the other one. I had to rub my eyes to make sure that I had seen what I thought I saw.
Troy was sitting there, laughing. He was choking another boy. I couldn't tell who it was, but I had a sickening feeling. I leaped from my bed and ran over to him, and his struggling victim.
"Troy let go of him!" I shouted. He stopped for only a moment and looked at me.
"It's for our own good." He responded, returning to the boy.
I still couldn't tell who it was, but Troy was suffocating him, and I couldn't let him do that. I saw Spot's gold-tipped cane on the ground. It was the only way I could think of that would stop him. I bent down and picked it up. It was freezing cold because it had been on the ground. I swung it at his head and connected. Troy released the boy and fell to the ground.
I rushed to Troy's victim. He was struggling for breath and cursing at the same time. I gasped when I realized it was Spot. He began to massage his throat.
"Lemme at dat bastard, lemme at 'im!" Spot gasped.
"Shut up and rest!" I shouted back. He stared at me and obeyed. Muttering to himself, he leaned against the pillow. I knew he would not sleep. Within seconds he sat back up. He kicked Troy in the small of his back. Troy was out cold by now.
"Wha' da hell was dat about?" He asked me.
"How would I know? Ya ok?" I sat down next to him.
"I'm as great as I could be. I mean I was almost murdered. He pisses me off." He continued to massage his neck. I suddenly realized why Troy wanted to know who I went to the party with.
"It's all my fault, I'm sorry." I muttered. I explained to him what had happened outside the church. I didn't leave out any details.
"We'll see wha' he has ta say tomorrow. Me boys'll be ready fer him." Spot said through gritted teeth. I looked down at Troy. Was Spot just going to keep him here all night? What if he came to? Would he try the same thing? My thoughts were interrupted when Spot stood up and walked out the door.
"Wheah are ya goin'?" I scampered after him. He didn't answer me. He walked into the clubroom, where most of the boys were sleeping. "Who let dat maniac in heah!" He demanded, slamming his cane against the ground. They jumped up out of their trances. Each looking confused. Some were bold enough to whisper to each other the infamous question, whose the maniac?
"C'mon! Da one dat jus' tried ta kill me! Who let 'im in?" He raised his voice even louder.
"We's was sleepin' nobody let nobody in." Harold defended them.
"Sleepin'? I can forgive ya fer dat, but da doors were locked. I locked before I went ta bed. Explain 'ow he got in." He had lowered his voice to a yelling level.
"Yo Conlon, check dis out." Snicker called from the other room. We all filed into the room Snicker was in, and stared in horror at what he had found.
Shards of glass lay everywhere. Instantly the utter silence turned into whispers. Troy had obviously broken through, but why hadn't anyone heard it? That was a question everyone chose to keep to themselves. Spot stood solemnly over the glass, still massaging his throat. I could still see Troy's fingerprints imprinted on his neck. I winced, thinking about how I had contributed to the incident.
"Make sure he don't leave dis 'ouse. He'll be payin' tomorrow." Spot said menacingly.
"No." I said. He whirled around and glared at me. "Don't harm a hair on his head!" By this time the entire lodging house was staring at me in shock.
"We can jus' go ta da bulls an' report 'im fer attempted moidah." I shuddered at the word. It brought back too many memories.
I could see heads nodding in agreement. Others though, did not agree, or did not understand.
"Look, he could go ta jail fer dis. If he goes ta court wit bruises, den we could get in trouble, or dey could jus' say dat we're even cause we beat 'im up. See wha' I mean?" I explained. More heads nodded, except Spots. He looked thoughtfully at me.
"So wha' you're sayin' is dat we leave dis kid alone, an' in return fer our patience wit 'im, he goes ta jail.
"Sure." I wasn't entirely sure what he was saying, but I knew enough to answer him.
"I'll tink bout it. Righ' now I jus' wanna wring his neck." He made motions with his hands.
"How longs it gonna take? He's up dere righ' now!" No one else seemed to be worrying about this small detail.
"I know dat. Why don't ya go up dere an' pretend nuttin happened. In da meantime, I'll decide wha' ta do." He looked back at the broken window, shaking his head.
Slowly, I walked back to the room. I gasped when I saw Troy sitting on one of the beds. He looked up as I walked in the door.
"Wheah am I?" He asked rubbing his head.
"My room." It wasn't a lie. This was my new home, therefore it was my room. He didn't know that, so I wasn't really giving away where he really was.
"How in da woild did I get heah? I was headin' fer da lodging 'ouse an'.." He trailed off, realizing where he was. He stood up and dashed for the door. I chased after him, beating him by half a second.
"Stop. You're drunk. You don't know wha' you're doin'" I tried to reason with him. He wouldn't listen. With a single push of his arm he shoved me out of his way.
"Spot! Spot, he's comin'!" I screamed as loud as I could. Troy heard me first and clambered back up the stairs. I could hear the Brooklyn boys running downstairs, but they were too late, Troy reached me first.
"You're on dere side? Dis was all fer you." He looked shocked and angry at the same time. He grabbed my shoulders and began to shake me.
"I don't ya to." I sobbed. He slapped me across the face right as the Brooklyn boys bounded up the steps.
"Tha's it! Spot bellowed. He rushed up and slugged Troy across the face. Troy punched him back, sending the Brooklyn leader backward. This sparked a fist-fight between Troy and the newsies. I made no attempt to stop them. It was rather satisfying to watch Troy being hit repeatedly.
When they finally did stop, Troy was covered in cuts and bruises. A few boys were battered, but for the most part everyone was ok. Spot was looking most victorious, along with the rest of the group. It was a wonderful site, but I still felt a little upset about the whole thing. Thinking about it, it was a close encounter with death.
"Ya ok?" Snicker asked me.
"Fine. Uh, I'm just gonna get some fresh air." I slid past him and walked down the stairs, and out the door. I don't know how far I walked, but before I knew it, I found myself in Manhattan once more standing outside of Irving Hall. The hall was isolate. No lights were on, and no one was in there.
"Hello? I know ya don't I?" I turned around and saw Kid Blink standing behind me. "Da boys will be happy you're back!" He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards Tibby's.
~A/N~ Wow! Hope you all liked it! Thanks to all my reviewers..I got a couple more!
Vinnie Monfredo- Thanks sooo much for all of your support and all of your comments and reviews! *hands u that cookie you wanted* Hope you like the chapter I look forward to more of your reviews!
Tiggerbaby2430- Thanks BUNCHES for your review! You get a cookie just cause you reviewed for the first time! I hope you liked this chapter, I reviewed your story..can't wait for more! Thanks again
Pyro- Do you have any stories that I could review for you? Anyway thanks sooo much for your review. You get a cookie for reviewing for the first time too! I hope you continue to read this story and I hope that review more! Thanks soo much (again!)
Thanks again you guys you are awesome! The next chapter should be up soon! Hope you liked this one, in the meantime... READ VINNIE MONFREDO'S STORY! IT ROCKS MY SOCKS! ( ok so it doesn't 'rock my socks...' but it is awesome so READ IT!)
Chapter Seven: Murder He Wrote
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, Disney does. I do own Brandie and Harold, Troy, and all of the Brooklyn newsies...EXCEPT Spot! And Smalls, that is Vinnie Monfredo's!
Check out her story it's awesome!
The church looked very old. Most of the shingles had fallen off the roof, or were in the process of falling off. The white paint was chipping off, and the grass in the lawn was dead. The flowers that surrounded the church were wilted, and had lost their color. The sight of the church almost made me turn back, but I pushed myself through the doors, and took a seat in the last pew. The entire church was packed with people. I felt out of place, but tried to focus on the pastor who was making his way to the front of the church. His robes were ragged, and his bible was worn.
I had never seen a bible, just heard of one. I guessed that the book he held in his hand was just that, a bible. The entire church rose when he reached the front, except me. I quickly followed their lead. No one noticed my error, which I was thankful for.
They sat down at almost the exact time I stood up. Would these people make up their minds? I sat down right away. Again no one looked at me. This place confused me right from the start. The priest raised up his hands, and the congregation took hold of hymn books. I took one also.
"Please turn to page 354." The priest told the church. I did, But by the time I found the right page, they were halfway through the song. I hated this so far. I thought I was supposed to sit in the back and listen to this guy preach about a guy name Jesus. No one said anything about singing or standing up and sitting down.
After a few more songs, which I always came in on the middle part, we put away the hymn books and the preacher finally started doing his job. He started talking about Mary, the mother of Jesus. He was going on and on about how much confusion she must've felt when she was parenting Jesus and when he was in her womb.
It had no affect on me whatsoever. To me, this was a huge mistake coming to church. It was taking up my entire morning for no reason. These people hadn't noticed my mistakes earlier, I wondered if they would notice me if I got up and left. I doubted it. They were all concentrating on the priest, hanging on his every word. I was in the back row, and I'm sure noone would mind.I quietly got out of my seat and tiptoed out. When I looked behind me, I saw the priest looking at me, but he continued to preach. It was wonderful to be outside again. The church had been too crowded and had been too hot.
"Ya go ta choich?" I heard a voice ask. I looked around to make sure I was the only one the voice was talking to. Troy was standing behind me.
"As of now, no." I answered. I felt uneasy around him now. After what happened in the alley by the docks, and then with Spot, and the party, nothing felt right with him.
"I didn't see ya Friday nigh'. I was gonna axe ya ta dinner." He smiled. "Wheah was ya?"
"I went to down to Manhattan." I said shyly. I hoped he wouldn't figure out what that meant, but he did.
"Ya went down ta dat stupid party?" He asked, but I knew he already knew the answer. He look angry.
"It wasn't stupid. I had fun." I defended.
"Ya must've gone wit someone." He hinted.
"Yeah." I replied. He had a murderous glare in his eyes. It frightened me.
"Who?" He took a step closer to me, smiling an evil smile. I had never seen him like this before.
"Someone." I told him. I didn't want to tell him the truth.
"Tell me who." He insisted, backing me against the church wall.
"I did! I went with someone." I held back my tears, but my voice cracked and I was shaking like mad.
"I won't hoit ya." He said, sensing my fear. "Jus' tell me." He told me. I swallowed, and took a deep breath.
"Spot Conlon." I squeaked. The words had barely left my lips when it happened. Troy smiled once more, though this time it had a horrible smirk to it.
"Tanks, that's all I needed ta know." He backed away from me, and walked off.
I was still shaking when I got back to the lodging house. There was a poker game going on in the clubroom. I would've watched them play, but I was still in shock. I walked up the stairs that seemed never ending. No one was in the bunk room, thank goodness. I didn't want to talk now, I just wanted to sleep or something to get my mind off of Troy.
In a matter of moments, I drifted off to sleep. It only seemed like a few minutes, but it was the dead of night when I was woken by a muffled shriek. I heard a unpleasant familiar voice laughing and telling someone that they deserved death. I whirled around and saw two figures. One was struggling out of the clutches of the other one. I had to rub my eyes to make sure that I had seen what I thought I saw.
Troy was sitting there, laughing. He was choking another boy. I couldn't tell who it was, but I had a sickening feeling. I leaped from my bed and ran over to him, and his struggling victim.
"Troy let go of him!" I shouted. He stopped for only a moment and looked at me.
"It's for our own good." He responded, returning to the boy.
I still couldn't tell who it was, but Troy was suffocating him, and I couldn't let him do that. I saw Spot's gold-tipped cane on the ground. It was the only way I could think of that would stop him. I bent down and picked it up. It was freezing cold because it had been on the ground. I swung it at his head and connected. Troy released the boy and fell to the ground.
I rushed to Troy's victim. He was struggling for breath and cursing at the same time. I gasped when I realized it was Spot. He began to massage his throat.
"Lemme at dat bastard, lemme at 'im!" Spot gasped.
"Shut up and rest!" I shouted back. He stared at me and obeyed. Muttering to himself, he leaned against the pillow. I knew he would not sleep. Within seconds he sat back up. He kicked Troy in the small of his back. Troy was out cold by now.
"Wha' da hell was dat about?" He asked me.
"How would I know? Ya ok?" I sat down next to him.
"I'm as great as I could be. I mean I was almost murdered. He pisses me off." He continued to massage his neck. I suddenly realized why Troy wanted to know who I went to the party with.
"It's all my fault, I'm sorry." I muttered. I explained to him what had happened outside the church. I didn't leave out any details.
"We'll see wha' he has ta say tomorrow. Me boys'll be ready fer him." Spot said through gritted teeth. I looked down at Troy. Was Spot just going to keep him here all night? What if he came to? Would he try the same thing? My thoughts were interrupted when Spot stood up and walked out the door.
"Wheah are ya goin'?" I scampered after him. He didn't answer me. He walked into the clubroom, where most of the boys were sleeping. "Who let dat maniac in heah!" He demanded, slamming his cane against the ground. They jumped up out of their trances. Each looking confused. Some were bold enough to whisper to each other the infamous question, whose the maniac?
"C'mon! Da one dat jus' tried ta kill me! Who let 'im in?" He raised his voice even louder.
"We's was sleepin' nobody let nobody in." Harold defended them.
"Sleepin'? I can forgive ya fer dat, but da doors were locked. I locked before I went ta bed. Explain 'ow he got in." He had lowered his voice to a yelling level.
"Yo Conlon, check dis out." Snicker called from the other room. We all filed into the room Snicker was in, and stared in horror at what he had found.
Shards of glass lay everywhere. Instantly the utter silence turned into whispers. Troy had obviously broken through, but why hadn't anyone heard it? That was a question everyone chose to keep to themselves. Spot stood solemnly over the glass, still massaging his throat. I could still see Troy's fingerprints imprinted on his neck. I winced, thinking about how I had contributed to the incident.
"Make sure he don't leave dis 'ouse. He'll be payin' tomorrow." Spot said menacingly.
"No." I said. He whirled around and glared at me. "Don't harm a hair on his head!" By this time the entire lodging house was staring at me in shock.
"We can jus' go ta da bulls an' report 'im fer attempted moidah." I shuddered at the word. It brought back too many memories.
I could see heads nodding in agreement. Others though, did not agree, or did not understand.
"Look, he could go ta jail fer dis. If he goes ta court wit bruises, den we could get in trouble, or dey could jus' say dat we're even cause we beat 'im up. See wha' I mean?" I explained. More heads nodded, except Spots. He looked thoughtfully at me.
"So wha' you're sayin' is dat we leave dis kid alone, an' in return fer our patience wit 'im, he goes ta jail.
"Sure." I wasn't entirely sure what he was saying, but I knew enough to answer him.
"I'll tink bout it. Righ' now I jus' wanna wring his neck." He made motions with his hands.
"How longs it gonna take? He's up dere righ' now!" No one else seemed to be worrying about this small detail.
"I know dat. Why don't ya go up dere an' pretend nuttin happened. In da meantime, I'll decide wha' ta do." He looked back at the broken window, shaking his head.
Slowly, I walked back to the room. I gasped when I saw Troy sitting on one of the beds. He looked up as I walked in the door.
"Wheah am I?" He asked rubbing his head.
"My room." It wasn't a lie. This was my new home, therefore it was my room. He didn't know that, so I wasn't really giving away where he really was.
"How in da woild did I get heah? I was headin' fer da lodging 'ouse an'.." He trailed off, realizing where he was. He stood up and dashed for the door. I chased after him, beating him by half a second.
"Stop. You're drunk. You don't know wha' you're doin'" I tried to reason with him. He wouldn't listen. With a single push of his arm he shoved me out of his way.
"Spot! Spot, he's comin'!" I screamed as loud as I could. Troy heard me first and clambered back up the stairs. I could hear the Brooklyn boys running downstairs, but they were too late, Troy reached me first.
"You're on dere side? Dis was all fer you." He looked shocked and angry at the same time. He grabbed my shoulders and began to shake me.
"I don't ya to." I sobbed. He slapped me across the face right as the Brooklyn boys bounded up the steps.
"Tha's it! Spot bellowed. He rushed up and slugged Troy across the face. Troy punched him back, sending the Brooklyn leader backward. This sparked a fist-fight between Troy and the newsies. I made no attempt to stop them. It was rather satisfying to watch Troy being hit repeatedly.
When they finally did stop, Troy was covered in cuts and bruises. A few boys were battered, but for the most part everyone was ok. Spot was looking most victorious, along with the rest of the group. It was a wonderful site, but I still felt a little upset about the whole thing. Thinking about it, it was a close encounter with death.
"Ya ok?" Snicker asked me.
"Fine. Uh, I'm just gonna get some fresh air." I slid past him and walked down the stairs, and out the door. I don't know how far I walked, but before I knew it, I found myself in Manhattan once more standing outside of Irving Hall. The hall was isolate. No lights were on, and no one was in there.
"Hello? I know ya don't I?" I turned around and saw Kid Blink standing behind me. "Da boys will be happy you're back!" He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards Tibby's.
~A/N~ Wow! Hope you all liked it! Thanks to all my reviewers..I got a couple more!
Vinnie Monfredo- Thanks sooo much for all of your support and all of your comments and reviews! *hands u that cookie you wanted* Hope you like the chapter I look forward to more of your reviews!
Tiggerbaby2430- Thanks BUNCHES for your review! You get a cookie just cause you reviewed for the first time! I hope you liked this chapter, I reviewed your story..can't wait for more! Thanks again
Pyro- Do you have any stories that I could review for you? Anyway thanks sooo much for your review. You get a cookie for reviewing for the first time too! I hope you continue to read this story and I hope that review more! Thanks soo much (again!)
Thanks again you guys you are awesome! The next chapter should be up soon! Hope you liked this one, in the meantime... READ VINNIE MONFREDO'S STORY! IT ROCKS MY SOCKS! ( ok so it doesn't 'rock my socks...' but it is awesome so READ IT!)
