A/N: Er...hi! I've been a baaaad little author, I know. Just a few notes
before we get started:
::gets down on both knees:: Please accept my sincerest apologies on taking such a long time with this chapter, school had succeeded in taking over the creative part of my mind for quite a while leaving me stupid in writing my fanfiction.
Also, this chapter is not the fun chapter I promised. That chapter comes AFTER this one. So I leave you with another boring chapter. I am sorry. ::stands up, dusts off knees:: Urgh, that's the most humility I've shown in a long time.
And now the moment you've all been waiting for...the shoutouts! =P
KLOVER: No need to apologize for not reviewing, I understand COMPLETELY. ::hands flowers:: cause you rock my socks.
NAKIA AIDEN SUN: Are you dead? Cause you haven't been updating, or reviewing anything of anybody's. WHERE'S MY LOVE BUNNY? And when do I not want Itey to die? I mean, come on now. ::hugs tightly::
SPOTLOVER421: Heehee, why is it I never listen when people tell me to update soon? YAYness, you reviewed, ::glomps with joy:: Hope you like. Sorry bout the wait.
ANGELOFMUSIC2: ::gets gun and shoots all your HP muses:: For the last time, keep them OUTTA my story reviews! (R!Muse: WTF is up wid dese weird ass people from a book? Are we from a book? No. So keep em AWAY!!!!!) Race don't like em much either, SEE?!?! Big sisser. Loser monkey brain. =P ::pulls nose:: Hahahaha, whacha gonna do about it, punk?!
SPOTSSHADOW24: Eep, I LOVE YOU! Your review was like, a full-length novel practically! Okay, I exaggerate, but you get the general idea. How do YOU know I like LOTR? Are you STALKING me? . Meh, I love you and your many reviews.
SPECSGLASSES: AHHH you can't read this yet. HURRY UP AND GET BETTER, monkey bottom! I'm a drinking song...::clings:: loveyouloveyouloveyouloveyou And don't review when you're drunk. Stupid =P I lurrrrrve you. GET BETTER RIGHT NOW! Cometh forth from thine hospital- prison. Bleh. (Spot!Muse: ::mutters:: Shes making me do this...::hands a nice teddy bear with a sign saying "you made it home alive") Since you WILL be reading this when you're back at home. Which had better be soon.
SPOTSSHADOW24: Again. I forgot if I told you already, whether or not I'm gonna kill Spot. I think I told you I wasn't, but I think I mighta lied and said I was just to see you hyperventilate. Or maybe I didn't tell you anything and just gave it away. ^_^ Chances are, our favorite newsie will remain alive. But I am subject to change my mind. And you definitely are in the running to be my top #1 fan.
$PELL*: Yeaah, last chapter was boring, this chapter is boring, life is boring. I promise, NEXT chapter makes up for it. You might not exactly like it, but it's anything but boring. ::gives cookies:: Love you!
Dedication: For Lily my love, if you didn't tell me how good it was and that I needed to update, I prolly still wouldn'ta. And also for Alarice, my other love, get better or else I'll kill you.
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Chapter 10: Contemplations
Sneaks sat on his bed, thinking. It was almost two months since Watcher and Blood planted seeds of doubt in the Brooklyn boys' minds. They began sending out scouts to follow Spot across the bridge to see what she was up to, but the scouts always ended up losing her before they found out. Blood claimed someone had told her about the meeting and was ready to kill anyone still loyal to Spot, but Watcher calmed him down by telling him Spot was smart enough to realize he was being followed.
Now they were going to take more drastic actions. Blood was planning on following Spot himself. All of the boys knew that Blood wouldn't give up on his stalking or lose him, and the same excitement they had after the big meeting returned.
No matter what Spot was up to, Sneaks still thought it was none of their business, and if Spot wanted to let them know she'd tell them. Sneaks wanted to warn her about it. The only thing holding him back was his fear of what Blood and Watcher would do to him if they heard he'd told Spot.
Still having this internal battle, he heard two people enter the sleeping quarters and close the door gently behind them. Sneaks pulled his legs up and laid flat on his bed so he could spy on the people without them seeing him. Hey, he didn't get the name "Sneaks" for nothing.
"You shoa nobody's hea?" Sneaks recognized Watcher's voice. He could hear Watcher walking through the dormitory, checking the beds to make sure they were empty.
"Calm down. Everyone's still out sellin' or at Mondy's gettin' sloshed." The cold, harsh voice was that of Blood. Watcher stopped his search of the beds.
"So, when are yous gonna follow Spot ta Manhattan?"
"Next time I sees him, I follow him."
Watcher's footsteps could be heard moving toward the place where Blood's voice was coming from. "Hey, just in case yous run inta any trouble, I got dis foa ya." Sneaks heard fabric rustling, and Blood chuckled.
"Watch, yous worry too much. I don' tink I need dat jus' ta follow Spot."
"Yeah, I know, but take it anyway. Maybe yous could do us all a fava and do Spot in, in case he's up ta sometin' tricky." Sneaks' blood ran cold. He carefully raised his head in time to see Blood slip a knife into his belt. He quickly lay flat again.
"It's cute, da way yous worry 'bout me."
"Shut up," Watcher muttered, sounding embarrassed.
"Nah, I like it when yous blush." A noise followed, a noise that seemed very familiar...but couldn't be...
Sneaks picked his head up and muffled a gasp. Watcher and Blood's lips were locked together, their hands traveling along each others' bodies.
Blood stopped unbuttoning Watcher's shirt when Big Pete's voice echoed up from downstairs. Smiling slyly, Watcher pulled Blood into the washroom and locked the door behind him.
Sneaks jumped lightly off of the bunk and ran down to the common area. Not seeing Spot with them, he grabbed Cracker by the front of his shirt. "Where's Spot?" he demanded, shaking Cracker for emphasis.
Cracker pulled his shirt free. "I dunno, he didn' come ta da bar wid us. He said he was coming hea. Did he lie to us again?" Cracker's eyes glinted excitedly at the prospect of having another thing to hold against Spot.
"No, no, prolly not." Sneaks went on, doing his best to cover up for Spot. "I mean, he's prolly in da bedroom or upstairs somewhea."
Cracker narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Yous wouldn' be covering up for him, wouldja, Sneaks?"
"No, a 'course not. I'm jus' pretty shoa I seen him go upstairs." Before Cracker answered, Sneaks made his way up the stairs. He hurried past the bedroom door and found himself at the foot of a second staircase, one he'd probably noticed before but never thought much about.
He reached the third floor. At the end of a hallway, there was a door that stood slightly ajar. Carefully, he opened the door the rest of the way and slipped inside when he saw Spot standing there.
She didn't seem to notice his entrance. She was standing in front of a mirror, holding her shirt up and staring at her stomach. Sneaks cleared his throat.
"Uh...Spot?"
Spot whirled around, pulling down her shirt and yanking out her cane in one smooth motion. Seeing Sneaks standing there, she lowered her cane and barked, "Whaddya want?"
"Um, Spot, I just had sometin' ta tell yous-"
"So tell me."
Sneaks shifted nervously. "Well, in case yous didn' already notice, some of the guys are getting' suspicious about the way you keep disappearin' ta Manhattan. So some a dem was following yous when you'd go out."
"Yeah, I ain't dense."
He swallowed hard, saying quickly, "Blood decided he's sick a da guys' incompetence, so he's gonna follow you. He got a knife, and if he sees sometin' he don't like, he'll kill you."
Fear glinted in her eyes for a split second, but they hardened. "How'd you find out?" Her voice was expressionless, but fury was radiating off her body.
"Eavesdroppin'."
Spot nodded and turned away from Sneaks, dismissing him. He paused at the door and turned back to face her. "Y'know, you could prolly make it ta Manhattan and back again widout Blood or Watcher followin'. Y'know, ta tell Jack you won't be able ta see him for a while."
She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, cocking her head to one side. "Excuse me?"
"Well, you and him seem pretty close, and you keep goin' there ta see him, so I figured....Anyway, they can't hold it against you, Watcher and Blood. In fact, they're downstairs fuckin' right now." Sneaks went on. "You know, I understand you might not want anyone else ta know right now. It ain't exactly sometin' I'd want everyone knowin'-"
"Sneaks?"
"Yes?"
"You talk too much."
Sneaks nodded, blushing a bit, and scurried away. Spot closed the door behind him and leaned against it. She chuckled at the thought of her and Jack together, but sobered immediately, crossing to her bed and plopping down on it.
Of course she'd known she was being followed, but she chose to ignore them, taking them to be newsies of a different borough. She thought they were far too easy to lose for them to be Brooklyn newsies, but apparently their tracking skills weren't as good as she'd assumed. Understandably, Blood had gotten pissed off, and was ready to fucking stab her. Not to mention Sneaks just subtly admitted he was gay and had a crush on her.
Adding that knowledge to the problems she had before Sneaks came to her, Spot buried her head in her hands. This was all too much to handle at once. Her stomach lurched unpleasantly, but she was used to that happening a lot lately. It also reminded her of what she'd eventually have to deal with.
"I don't need this," she muttered, rubbing her eyes furiously to stop the tears from leaving her eyes. "Not now."
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A/N: Dun dun dun! Will Blood kill Spot? Will Spot risk going to see Racetrack again? And what is troubling Spot other than the fact there's a bunch of people who want her dead?
Duthcy!Muse: Find out next week, on:
Spot!Muse: The most embarrassin' ting ta eva happen ta me.
R!Muse: Aw, Spot, it ain't dat bad. At least yous still wid me.
Spot!Muse: Yeah, but...YOU KNOW WAT NEXT CHAPTA IS!!
Skittas!Muse: Ahahaha, that is TOO good.
Spot!Muse: ::death glare:: YOU came up wid it, didn' you?
Skittas!Muse: I *may* have had sometin' ta do wid it.
Spot!Muse: I'LL KILL YOU!!!!!!!!
OKAY, calm down, can we PLEASE STOP TALKING ABOUT NEXT CHAPTER?!?!?!
Dutchy!Muse: Wait, Spot's-
::glares::
AllMuses: ::hushed silence::
To find out what happens in the next chapter, you can review, and then I'll post the chapter, since I've pretty much gotten it all written out, it needs to be finished and typed.
Next chapter is when a lot of you readers will hate me. For that, I cannot wait. ::rubs hands together::
And, fiftieth reviewer gets a llama-licious review.
Much love,
~Liams Kitten~
::gets down on both knees:: Please accept my sincerest apologies on taking such a long time with this chapter, school had succeeded in taking over the creative part of my mind for quite a while leaving me stupid in writing my fanfiction.
Also, this chapter is not the fun chapter I promised. That chapter comes AFTER this one. So I leave you with another boring chapter. I am sorry. ::stands up, dusts off knees:: Urgh, that's the most humility I've shown in a long time.
And now the moment you've all been waiting for...the shoutouts! =P
KLOVER: No need to apologize for not reviewing, I understand COMPLETELY. ::hands flowers:: cause you rock my socks.
NAKIA AIDEN SUN: Are you dead? Cause you haven't been updating, or reviewing anything of anybody's. WHERE'S MY LOVE BUNNY? And when do I not want Itey to die? I mean, come on now. ::hugs tightly::
SPOTLOVER421: Heehee, why is it I never listen when people tell me to update soon? YAYness, you reviewed, ::glomps with joy:: Hope you like. Sorry bout the wait.
ANGELOFMUSIC2: ::gets gun and shoots all your HP muses:: For the last time, keep them OUTTA my story reviews! (R!Muse: WTF is up wid dese weird ass people from a book? Are we from a book? No. So keep em AWAY!!!!!) Race don't like em much either, SEE?!?! Big sisser. Loser monkey brain. =P ::pulls nose:: Hahahaha, whacha gonna do about it, punk?!
SPOTSSHADOW24: Eep, I LOVE YOU! Your review was like, a full-length novel practically! Okay, I exaggerate, but you get the general idea. How do YOU know I like LOTR? Are you STALKING me? . Meh, I love you and your many reviews.
SPECSGLASSES: AHHH you can't read this yet. HURRY UP AND GET BETTER, monkey bottom! I'm a drinking song...::clings:: loveyouloveyouloveyouloveyou And don't review when you're drunk. Stupid =P I lurrrrrve you. GET BETTER RIGHT NOW! Cometh forth from thine hospital- prison. Bleh. (Spot!Muse: ::mutters:: Shes making me do this...::hands a nice teddy bear with a sign saying "you made it home alive") Since you WILL be reading this when you're back at home. Which had better be soon.
SPOTSSHADOW24: Again. I forgot if I told you already, whether or not I'm gonna kill Spot. I think I told you I wasn't, but I think I mighta lied and said I was just to see you hyperventilate. Or maybe I didn't tell you anything and just gave it away. ^_^ Chances are, our favorite newsie will remain alive. But I am subject to change my mind. And you definitely are in the running to be my top #1 fan.
$PELL*: Yeaah, last chapter was boring, this chapter is boring, life is boring. I promise, NEXT chapter makes up for it. You might not exactly like it, but it's anything but boring. ::gives cookies:: Love you!
Dedication: For Lily my love, if you didn't tell me how good it was and that I needed to update, I prolly still wouldn'ta. And also for Alarice, my other love, get better or else I'll kill you.
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Chapter 10: Contemplations
Sneaks sat on his bed, thinking. It was almost two months since Watcher and Blood planted seeds of doubt in the Brooklyn boys' minds. They began sending out scouts to follow Spot across the bridge to see what she was up to, but the scouts always ended up losing her before they found out. Blood claimed someone had told her about the meeting and was ready to kill anyone still loyal to Spot, but Watcher calmed him down by telling him Spot was smart enough to realize he was being followed.
Now they were going to take more drastic actions. Blood was planning on following Spot himself. All of the boys knew that Blood wouldn't give up on his stalking or lose him, and the same excitement they had after the big meeting returned.
No matter what Spot was up to, Sneaks still thought it was none of their business, and if Spot wanted to let them know she'd tell them. Sneaks wanted to warn her about it. The only thing holding him back was his fear of what Blood and Watcher would do to him if they heard he'd told Spot.
Still having this internal battle, he heard two people enter the sleeping quarters and close the door gently behind them. Sneaks pulled his legs up and laid flat on his bed so he could spy on the people without them seeing him. Hey, he didn't get the name "Sneaks" for nothing.
"You shoa nobody's hea?" Sneaks recognized Watcher's voice. He could hear Watcher walking through the dormitory, checking the beds to make sure they were empty.
"Calm down. Everyone's still out sellin' or at Mondy's gettin' sloshed." The cold, harsh voice was that of Blood. Watcher stopped his search of the beds.
"So, when are yous gonna follow Spot ta Manhattan?"
"Next time I sees him, I follow him."
Watcher's footsteps could be heard moving toward the place where Blood's voice was coming from. "Hey, just in case yous run inta any trouble, I got dis foa ya." Sneaks heard fabric rustling, and Blood chuckled.
"Watch, yous worry too much. I don' tink I need dat jus' ta follow Spot."
"Yeah, I know, but take it anyway. Maybe yous could do us all a fava and do Spot in, in case he's up ta sometin' tricky." Sneaks' blood ran cold. He carefully raised his head in time to see Blood slip a knife into his belt. He quickly lay flat again.
"It's cute, da way yous worry 'bout me."
"Shut up," Watcher muttered, sounding embarrassed.
"Nah, I like it when yous blush." A noise followed, a noise that seemed very familiar...but couldn't be...
Sneaks picked his head up and muffled a gasp. Watcher and Blood's lips were locked together, their hands traveling along each others' bodies.
Blood stopped unbuttoning Watcher's shirt when Big Pete's voice echoed up from downstairs. Smiling slyly, Watcher pulled Blood into the washroom and locked the door behind him.
Sneaks jumped lightly off of the bunk and ran down to the common area. Not seeing Spot with them, he grabbed Cracker by the front of his shirt. "Where's Spot?" he demanded, shaking Cracker for emphasis.
Cracker pulled his shirt free. "I dunno, he didn' come ta da bar wid us. He said he was coming hea. Did he lie to us again?" Cracker's eyes glinted excitedly at the prospect of having another thing to hold against Spot.
"No, no, prolly not." Sneaks went on, doing his best to cover up for Spot. "I mean, he's prolly in da bedroom or upstairs somewhea."
Cracker narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Yous wouldn' be covering up for him, wouldja, Sneaks?"
"No, a 'course not. I'm jus' pretty shoa I seen him go upstairs." Before Cracker answered, Sneaks made his way up the stairs. He hurried past the bedroom door and found himself at the foot of a second staircase, one he'd probably noticed before but never thought much about.
He reached the third floor. At the end of a hallway, there was a door that stood slightly ajar. Carefully, he opened the door the rest of the way and slipped inside when he saw Spot standing there.
She didn't seem to notice his entrance. She was standing in front of a mirror, holding her shirt up and staring at her stomach. Sneaks cleared his throat.
"Uh...Spot?"
Spot whirled around, pulling down her shirt and yanking out her cane in one smooth motion. Seeing Sneaks standing there, she lowered her cane and barked, "Whaddya want?"
"Um, Spot, I just had sometin' ta tell yous-"
"So tell me."
Sneaks shifted nervously. "Well, in case yous didn' already notice, some of the guys are getting' suspicious about the way you keep disappearin' ta Manhattan. So some a dem was following yous when you'd go out."
"Yeah, I ain't dense."
He swallowed hard, saying quickly, "Blood decided he's sick a da guys' incompetence, so he's gonna follow you. He got a knife, and if he sees sometin' he don't like, he'll kill you."
Fear glinted in her eyes for a split second, but they hardened. "How'd you find out?" Her voice was expressionless, but fury was radiating off her body.
"Eavesdroppin'."
Spot nodded and turned away from Sneaks, dismissing him. He paused at the door and turned back to face her. "Y'know, you could prolly make it ta Manhattan and back again widout Blood or Watcher followin'. Y'know, ta tell Jack you won't be able ta see him for a while."
She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, cocking her head to one side. "Excuse me?"
"Well, you and him seem pretty close, and you keep goin' there ta see him, so I figured....Anyway, they can't hold it against you, Watcher and Blood. In fact, they're downstairs fuckin' right now." Sneaks went on. "You know, I understand you might not want anyone else ta know right now. It ain't exactly sometin' I'd want everyone knowin'-"
"Sneaks?"
"Yes?"
"You talk too much."
Sneaks nodded, blushing a bit, and scurried away. Spot closed the door behind him and leaned against it. She chuckled at the thought of her and Jack together, but sobered immediately, crossing to her bed and plopping down on it.
Of course she'd known she was being followed, but she chose to ignore them, taking them to be newsies of a different borough. She thought they were far too easy to lose for them to be Brooklyn newsies, but apparently their tracking skills weren't as good as she'd assumed. Understandably, Blood had gotten pissed off, and was ready to fucking stab her. Not to mention Sneaks just subtly admitted he was gay and had a crush on her.
Adding that knowledge to the problems she had before Sneaks came to her, Spot buried her head in her hands. This was all too much to handle at once. Her stomach lurched unpleasantly, but she was used to that happening a lot lately. It also reminded her of what she'd eventually have to deal with.
"I don't need this," she muttered, rubbing her eyes furiously to stop the tears from leaving her eyes. "Not now."
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A/N: Dun dun dun! Will Blood kill Spot? Will Spot risk going to see Racetrack again? And what is troubling Spot other than the fact there's a bunch of people who want her dead?
Duthcy!Muse: Find out next week, on:
Spot!Muse: The most embarrassin' ting ta eva happen ta me.
R!Muse: Aw, Spot, it ain't dat bad. At least yous still wid me.
Spot!Muse: Yeah, but...YOU KNOW WAT NEXT CHAPTA IS!!
Skittas!Muse: Ahahaha, that is TOO good.
Spot!Muse: ::death glare:: YOU came up wid it, didn' you?
Skittas!Muse: I *may* have had sometin' ta do wid it.
Spot!Muse: I'LL KILL YOU!!!!!!!!
OKAY, calm down, can we PLEASE STOP TALKING ABOUT NEXT CHAPTER?!?!?!
Dutchy!Muse: Wait, Spot's-
::glares::
AllMuses: ::hushed silence::
To find out what happens in the next chapter, you can review, and then I'll post the chapter, since I've pretty much gotten it all written out, it needs to be finished and typed.
Next chapter is when a lot of you readers will hate me. For that, I cannot wait. ::rubs hands together::
And, fiftieth reviewer gets a llama-licious review.
Much love,
~Liams Kitten~