Chapter Nine

It had been three weeks since Jack had been shot and Spot had kissed Carly. There had been five deaths, none of which being Newsies, but it still didn't mean they weren't nervous. Carly still pretty much despised Jack but was occupied with Spot and considering the fact that Spot was best friends with Jack, she decided that beating the shit out of him would be better than killing him at the present. This confused most of the Newsies because Kicks killed not soaked.

"I'm getting worried," David admitted, staring at Carly, who sighed, "One day he's gonna-."

"David, if Kicks wanted him dead, Kicks would have killed him," she stated and his head dropped into his hands.

"Carly!"

"In here!" Medda walked in.

"You've got a guest," she stepped aside and Carly's jaw dropped at the beaten before her.

"Spot-."

"How do you know Matts," he cut her off, his eyes ablaze. "Carly."

"Carly?" David said louder, snapping her out of her daze. She looked back at Spot.

"Why're he and Metal looking for you?"

"Shit," she muttered, sprinting out of the room and up to her own. She grabbed a bag and she was trying to throw stuff in but was whipped around, face to face with Spot. She tried to get out of his grasp but he wouldn't let go.

"Carly, what's wrong?" he asked softly. She didn't have time to answer, instead, she heard Medda scream.

"Carlotta," an eerie voice called.

"Shit," she breathed, but she didn't move. She couldn't, her fear planted her, as well as her knowledge of the two.

"Come one," Spot whispered, tugging at her hand, "Carly."

"Carlotta," a rougher voice growled right behind the door before it was knocked down. A gun was raised but she shoved herself in front of Spot.

"Leave him alone!" she snarled, glaring up at the menacing figure.

"I don't think you're in a position to tell me what to do," he growled but lowered the gun, "You're coming with us."

"Pah," she yelled, her confidence masking her fear. He sneered, making a move for her arm but Spot pulled her back to his chest. The fun was raised again but this time, Spot moved. "No. Matts, just, put it down."

"Boyfriend, huh?" he mocked, sticking the gun under Spot's chin. She yanked him back, kicking the gun out of Matt's hand and side-kicking him in the chest, making him shuffle backwards. He grabbed her on coming foot and yanked at it, making her fall. She pulled her foot back, kicking him in the chest with her other one but quickly kicked his shoulder so he fell to the side. Jumping up, she sprinted out of the building but stopped turning around and plodded back into the building. "That's what I thought. Now, Conlon, be a good little Newsie and get your girlfriend."

"Spot," she called to the fuming boy. He growled but roughly grabbed her hand and they followed a smirking Matts out of the building. She recognized the building instantly. "Where's Rock?"

"Indisposed," Matts replied, giving her a sickening grin and she gulped.

"Where is he?" Spot asked quietly.

"Dead," she whispered, her eyes never leaving the back of Matts' head.

"Ah, Carlotta," another voice sneered and suddenly became focused on the warmth in her hand, "You thought you could get away, didn't you?"

"I believe I did," she growled, glaring at the man who was fiddling with a knife.

"On day, girl," he muttered, standing and inches from her face, "I'll have your tongue." Spot pulled her back sharply, wrapping protective arms around her waist.

"Ah, little Conlon," the smirked, "I don't believe I've had the pleasure."

"How're your parents?" Spot jumped at Matts, shoving him against the wall and threw painfully loud punches at him until Carly finally pulled him off, slamming him into the opposite wall. He stared at her, slightly surprised at her force.

"What do you want Metal?" she asked softly, referring to the man now using the knife as a tooth pick.

"We need something taken care of," he stated thoughtfully, "Matts, take Conlon outside."

"I'm not leaving her here with you," Spot spat, pulling Carly closer.

"Carlotta, I'm sure you don't want Mr. Conlon knowing about you past." She nodded, looking at Spot.

"I'll see you later," she murmured, kissing him before pushing him towards the door, "Spot, please."

"Go, lover boy," Matts snarled, shoving Spot harder. He raised his fist again but dropped it, deciding it wasn't worth it. When he had left and the door shut, Carly turned back to Metal, no emotions playing her face.

"What do you want Metal?" she asked again, hate icing her tone.

"We have a project," he smirked.

"Who?"

"The Mayor."

"No."

"Kicks is back, you are back, you're gonna help us."

"What if I don't?"

"Then little Spotty-Poo will die and you can watch," Matts snarled, tilting his head sharply.