Well heres the next chappie! I hope you guys like it and I also hope you liked the repost of the previous chapters! This one took me a while to type because 1. My computer has a virus so I had to keep rebooting and 2. It was a really hard chapter and long I might add. Well here it is! And thanx to my newBETA reader, Hey-I'm-just-being-honest! She really helped me a LOT!
Chapter 6-From Bad to Worse
SPOT'S POV
As I carried the limp body of Kay to Manhattan, all I could think was, it was entirely my fault. If only I hadn't hit her, if only we didn't fight so much, if only she hadn't joined the pickpockets, if only she didn't hate me so much and if only I didn't care. That was the one thing that bothered me the most. Why did I care? All this girl did was cause trouble. Trouble is the one thing I don't need, yet I feel like I need her. It's ironic how that happens.
In fact, everything about this girl is ironic. It's ironic that behind that tough facade, there could still be this sweet girl sleeping in my arms. It's ironic how, even when she smart mouthed and expressed how much she hated me, that I still saw the ghost of a smile sweep across her face as I picked her up, rescuing her.
"Irony, Irather like that" I said to myself out loud as I realized, it's also ironic that the person she seems to hate the most chose her nickname.
"Hang on, Irony," I said as I carried her up the steps to the Manhattan Lodging house, "Weah almost there!"
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I burst through the doors into the lodging house where I found all of the newsies sitting around the table laughing and playing poker. When they saw me holding a beat up "Irony" in my arms, every thing was quiet until an enraged Jack came over and pried her out of my arms. He gave me a look then turned away from me and stormed upstairs.
Racetracks jaw dropped, causing his cigar to fall out of his mouth. Once I got over my shock and worry, I started to wonder why no one was out selling. It was then I realized how late it was and how long it had taken me to get her here.
My thoughts then went back to Jack. Why was he acting like that? The next thing Mush asked answered that question.
Mush looked over at me, apparent shock written on his face, "What did you'se do ta her?" At that my jaw hung open and it was my turn to be shocked.
"What did I'se do ta her? You'se actually thinks dat it was me?" I couldn't believe that they actually thought that I did that to her.
"Well who else could it have been, Spot?" Mush spoke up, "What ah we suppose ta think when you'se walk in heah hold'n her beat up body?"
"Maybe you'se could think dat I just saved her life!" I yelled. I couldn't believe this! They actually though it was ME!
I heard a door slam upstairs and I saw the "timid" Blade come running down the stairs straight at me. She brought her fist back and, shockingly, hit me square in the jaw. She tried again but I caught her wrist in my hand before she could cause another bruise to form.
"What da hell was dat foah Blade?" I cried in shock.
She tried to hit me again but I blocked it, "You'se son of a…" she said between swings, "How dare you hoit her!" I blocked another swing, "You scum!" finally mush came up and wrapped his arms around her, her punches abruptly stopped.
"It wasn't me!" I yelled, "It was dose damn Brooklyn, excuses for friends, pickpockets. Dey was mad cause she left dem and dey did dis ta her! Not me! I saved her ass!"
I noticed Blade tense up again. She elbowed mush sharply in the gut and fled from the lodging house. It took Mush a moment or two to get over the shock that his girl friend, of 2 weeks,just knocked the air out of him.
"What happened ta her?" I asked him, still in shock, "What happened to da innocent, shy Blade?"
"Well," Mush panted, "When Kay left,"
"Irony," I corrected him, "Her new nickname is Irony…as of 5 minutes ago at least."
"Um…okay. Well when Irony left, those long 2 weeks ago, Blade took control. She, obviously, loined ta fight, took ova da gang from Sprintah, became really outspoken. To tell ya da truth she can be jus' like Kay-Irony. I think dat was her intention."
"Where did Blade go!" I looked up and saw Sprinter running down the stairs.
"Spot told her what happened ta Kay and she went runnin out da door." Mush explained before I got the chance.
"Oh? And what exactly happened ta Kay?" She looked at me and raised her eyebrows.
"Pickpockets." That was all I needed to say. Her face got terrified and she turned to Mush.
"Do you even think?" She screeched, pounding him on the chest, "Do you have any idea what she'll try ta do ta dem!" A look of dawning apprehension fell over Mush's face and he ran straight out the door, followed by a nervous Sprinter.
Once they had left I made my way upstairs to check on Irony. I walked in to find, Doll, Blondie, Jack, Note and Racer all sitting around the bed so I joined them and waited for her to wake up.
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KAYS POV
I slowly opened my eyes and winced at the bright sun light flowing in through the window. I winced again as I realized how much pain I was in. My breath came in shallow gulps, I felt like my chest would give way. What happened? All I remembered isleavingSpot at the docks, and the Pickpockets, and fear! I also remembered that I had a new nickname, Spot gave it to me, Irony. I liked it.
Looking around the room, I realized I was not alone and my eyes widened when I noticed a sleeping Spot, right next to my bed, holding onto my hand. He must have noticed me jump because he began to stir, and slowly opened his eyes.
He smirked as I pulled my hand out of his grasp, "Hey Irony, 'Bout time you'se woke up." He sat up in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest, giving me a smug grin
"How long have I been out?" I whispered. It hurt to talk.
"On'y bout an hour." He replied, his face falling with concern, "ah you'se alright?"
"I'se fine," I managed to get out, "where is…" I coughed but didn't continue, Spot nodded to me, silently telling me he understood.
"Dey all went ta bed, it's pretty late. Mush and Sprintah followed Blade somewhere. She seemed pretty upset. They aren't back yet." He looked worried.
"What…" I coughed again and continued, "…happened?" Spot then continued to tell me about him saving me from the pickpockets, up to Blade taking my place in our gang. It was actually nice having a good conversation with him. It was much better than our constant bickering. He seemed so different than the other Spot I knew; maybe he wasn't so bad after all. Right then I learned to respect the King of Brooklyn.
"I'm sorry," Spot said suddenly, I looked at him confusedly and raised my eyebrows, "for everything," he continued, "for hitting you, for…for everything!"
I was in shock! I couldn't believe that these words were coming from the mouth of Spot Conlon, jack ass king of Brooklyn! He was actually apologising to me, "No, Spot," I said, my voice feeling much stronger now, "Don't be sorry! I'se da one who should be sorry. I neva gave you a chance but now I know, behind that tough guy exterior you are a good poisen."
"Do ya really think dat?" He asked, disbelief written on his face.
"Yeah Spot, I think dat we finally undastand eachuddah." I smiled at him and he smirked back, ruining the perfect moment with that cocky attitude you gotta love him for.
Suddenly, the door swung open revealing Sprinter, followed by a baffled Mush carrying a limp body in his arms. Sprinter's blood shot eyes didn't even register my consciousness, all she focused on was the beat up, bloody body that was now on an empty bed.
She looked at Spot and her face grew angry, "WHAT AH YOU JUS' SITTIN DERE FOAH!" She screamed, causing me to jump at her out burst, "GOD, SPOT, GO AND GET HELP! GET A DOCTA OR SUMTHIN TA SHOW YOU ACTUALLY CARE!"
Mush was crying harder than I had ever seen anyone cry before, he walked over to Sprinter and put his hand on her shoulder, "Sprintah, don't. Dere's nuthin we can do!"
"SHUT DA HELL UP!" She pounded her fists on his chest, Isaw him close his eyes to fight back the tears,"Of course dere's somthing we can do!" I was so confused, Mush wrapped his arms around her in a friendly attempt to calm her even though he was having just as hard a time covering up his emotions, never had I ever seen anyone so upset before. My eyes shifted over to Spots disbelieving face, then they fell on the figure in the bed.
"No!" I cried. There in the bed lay Caitlyn Timms, Blade, one of my closest friends, dead. Her bloody body, mangled and bruised, "No! Blade!" I began to jump out of the bed, I had to help her!
Spot held me down, "Irony don't."my eyes stung as I struggled against him to get to my friend, "Dere's nuthing we can do." He slowly wrapped his arms around me, but I was in too much pain to care, both physically and mentally. I hugged him back, sobbing hard into his chest.
No one spoke for a minute until there was an uproar when the rest of the lodging house piled into the room to see what was going on. They took one look at the scene before them and the room was filled with questions. I didn't get the chance to observe anymore as I cried myself to sleep, never wanting to awaken from this nightmare that will haunt me forever.
Next Chapter: We find out what happened with Blade. Irony is so upset she is close to doing something terrible, Spot discovers his feelings for her.
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! POOR POOR BLADE! It's so sad! I almost started crying writing this! I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
