Okay here's another one which I really hope you guys like. After this one there is only one more chapter for this story which should be up soon. anyway I own nothing but one very mental fangirl and a few Newsies you only know from her previous mishaps.
Chapter nine: Not on my watch!
Spot's POV:
I grumbled as I walked into m lodging house. I have had it up to roof with those bummers from Harlem. And don't forget Kelly. He may not cause as much trouble as those bummers but he, sure as I hawk headlines, knows how to get on my nerves. I have had it with him too. He thinks that just because Race had his fun, I have to go all the way back to Brooklyn to make sure Lacey is okay and then march back to 'Hattan just cause he said so. Well it aint going to happen, not again anyway.
He is damn lucky that I have to go to Harlem to talk to Moody or I would have let him have it right there. Him and tha idiot, Higgins, both. That cigar lover had better watch his back, half of my boys wanted to throw him off of the Brooklyn Bridge and the other half wanted to fix him so he can't walk.
That was what I loved about my boys. They were loyal to a fault. If you are a Brooklyn Newsie they got your back no matter what and they won't think twice about soaking an idiot just because he looked at another newsie the wrong way. Especially if that newsie was a girl. Even one in disguise like Lacey. A girl was a girl and hurting one is a death wish in my Borough.
"Spot!" One of my birds, Slips, shouted running as fast as he could go, and for a twelve year old that was fast. He can give a thoroughbred a run for its money, until he slips that is. Poor kid always has scraped knees and elbows.
"Slow down!" I yelled back, smirking as he narrowly dodged a rich guy.
"Trouble….. Lodging house…. Lacey…. Queens…." He rambled in between desperate breaths.
"Slow down what's goin' on?" I asked grabbing onto his shoulder.
"A bunch o' guys from Queens came to the Lodge an' beat up Fire and Bricks and took Lacey. Robin and Ricky's followin' 'em and Fire an' Bricks is with Doc they ain't woke up yet." The boy rambled out nervously, his Irish accent mixing with his Brooklyn one every now and then.
"Go to Harlem, tell em we got trouble and I ain't comin then go ta Jacky-boy and tell him what happened." I ordered him before running back to Brooklyn.
They had gone too far this time. Queens had better be ready to get the snot beaten out of them, 'cause they ain't getting off easy this time. No more Mr. nice Brooklyn. I am done with the meetings and playing nice since the strike. They're going to get it now. There is no way in this world that I am listening to Kelly's talk about being one city and all that load a Crocker garbage. No one kidnaps one of my Newsies and gets away with it.
The moment I reach the lodging house I start yelling out orders and calling back my birds for news. The faster I end this the better. All I needed was to know where the idiots are and then they were dead meat. I am not going to stand around here while one of my friends get hurt.
Okay where did that come from? A little more than a month ago I wanted to murder her and now she was my friend? Wow, that's news to me too. I guess all the time we spent on getting her ready to fight was good for more than one thing. If only she had been able to fight off the idiots from Queens. Then again she might just annoy them to death. She was good with that. She got a person mad enough not to think and then found a way to get out of it.
Half an hour later I was still waiting on my birds to find out where Lacey was when Jack and a few of his boys showed up. I knew it was them by the threats of revenge my boys were making. The worst off was Race who was told to watch his back the next time he went to the races. He had better find a way to make it up to them soon or he was going to be carried home one day. Brooklyn boys held grudges just fine. I should know, I am one.
"What do you want, Kelly? I ain't got time for this right now!" I snapped irritably waiting for an answer even before I was finished. (Hey what can I say? I am not known to be a patient guy, even on the best of days.)
"We're here to help Spot. Just call off ya boys before they kill Race." Jack replied and I cleared my throat. That sent my boys backing up a few good paces.
I turned back to my planning as soon as I was sure my boys weren't going to murder Race where he stood. I can't guarantee his safety when he was alone but right now he was safe. As long as Fire didn't wake up. He was friends with Lacey and I doubt that anything I say was going to call him off. He wasn't called Fire for being patient. He had a temper as bad as mine when you got him all worked up and hurting his friends sure got him worked up faster than saying 'strike'.
When my birds finally arrived I was happy to hear that they were still in Brooklyn. That made everything easier, the problem was that it was pretty close to Manhattan. They had her in an old warehouse near the bridge and they had a death wish themselves. Now all I had to d was get over there.
Hang in there Lacey, were coming!
