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bexlynne: Aww, yeah I should really write more fluff. I do love writing those things but for some reason, writing stories like this is what they always end up to be. And yes! I will be updating those two soon. I just wanted to get a little bit more ahead on this story. So hopefully it'll be pretty soon with both of those. Thank you! (I think we got the PMs working on the app and on the actual site.) :) haha.
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Oscar watched the madness happen. When Snyder shouted that two worded demand, the cops outside busted through the doors. Some of the other boys weren't far behind them either. But the knife that pierced through Jack's stomach was enough to make the young sixteen year old scream in terror. He ran up to his friend who had fallen to the ground, ignoring Snyder's threats as the man figured out he'd been double crossed. Morris was right behind him, his hands on his shoulders and Oscar coached Jack in breathing and held his hand over the wound.
Jack cried out as Oscar applied pressure to his bleeding side. He tried to get up, to get to his brothers, but the younger boy held him down. All Jack knew was the noise around him echoed in his head and everything felt distant to him as he fought to stay awake.
"Light this place up and get outta here!" Snyder demanded. And all the sudden, guards were frantic. Some of them jumped out of the window and ran, others grabbed lighters and gasoline from the cupboards and started pouring out the foul smelling liquid all over the damn building.
Some of Jack's boys ran into the room, Spot in the lead, followed by Albert, Elmer, Specs and JoJo. When they saw their leader bleeding in Oscar's arms, they ran up to him, but on the count of Jack not being able to, Morris started screaming out demands. "Oscar! Get Jack outta here! The rest of you! Get the other boys out! They're all in the bunk rooms!"
Oscar tried to help Jack stand, but the older boy shook his head. "C-Crutch... Race-" he gasped, cutting himself off. Morris nodded to Oscar. The poor kid was frantic.
"Where are they?!" Spot screamed over the pure chaos that was happening around them.
"Get him outta here. I'll get them," Morris promised before he sprinted out of the room, leaving Jack's boys to get everyone out of the prison. He heard Jack screaming and fighting to follow him, but he didn't look back. As the former bully made it down the stairs, he could feel the gasoline underneath his feet. They didn't have much time. So he grabbed the keys off of the wall outside the cell and unlocked the door.
"Morris, what's goin' on?!" Crutchie cried as their friend unlocked the cell, stepping in to find the gimp boy latching onto Race for dear life.
"We need ta get out of here." Morris was next to his friends before he even finished the sentence. But then he realized, only Drake had the keys to Race's release. He looked at his gambling friend with such a look of desperation and Race immediately understood. He gave Morris a knowing look and cut the older boy off before he could argue with him.
"No Morris," he shook his head. "You made me a promise. Get him outta here."
Crutchie looked up at his friend with wild, angry eyes. "What are you talkin' about?" He asked, but Race didn't answer him. "Race! I am not leaving you here!" He swore.
Race put on a brave face. "Don't let him stay," he ordered, not looking at the panicked gimp beside him. "Get him outta here."
Morris shook his head, helplessly. "No." The boy was in disbelief. "No. This ain't happenin'." Morris dropped to his knees in front of both boys. Crutchie's arms were wrapped so tightly around Race's torso, and Morris couldn't say he blamed the boy. "I can't just leave you here!"
"You don't have a choice, Delancey!" Race yelled back at him. "Ya don't have enough time ta learn how ta pick a lock! Ya don't have the keys! I'm stuck here!" Angry, frightened tears left Race's bright blue eyes as his face crumbled into despair. "I'm stuck here..." he breathed out again.
Morris shook his head as Crutchie started sobbing. "No... no!" Morris screamed. He scooted forward on his knees wrapping his right hand around the back of the trapped boy's head. "Do you remember what you said ta me when I thought I was about ta die?" Morris asked, brushing away the tears falling down Race's face. "Do ya remember what you said?!" He asked again when Race didn't answer him. "You said that my brother was there and he needed me. Well your brothers are out there, Race! And they need you!"
Race was silent for a moment. He thought about that statement and looked Morris dead in the eye. "No," he whispered. "They need you, Morris. They need Crutchie." The tears on all their faces fell fast as Race said this. "Get him out of here," he demanded.
Crutchie shook as he held onto his friend. One of his best friends. His big brother. He trembled at the thought of losing him. "No... if you stay... I'm stayin' too," the small boy decided, holding Race tightly as the older boy pressed soft kisses to his blond hair. Crutchie could feel the wet tears that were streaming down the Italian's face.
Morris looked at Race with eyes full of anguish. He took the boy into his arms as much as he could, letting Race's head lean against his chest. That's when the flame made it down there. But none of them noticed. Morris sobbed at what he was about to do. He pressed a light kiss to Race's forehead before completely pulling away. "I'm so sorry, Race." He whispered.
"Morris don't!" Crutchie screamed as he held Race. "Don't do this! Race I can't lose you! I need you!"
"I love you, brother." And that was the last thing Crutchie heard before he was hit over the head with something hard, not knocking him completely unconscious, but forcing him into confusion and a dreamlike state.
Morris scooped Crutchie up in his arms. He shook his head at Race as tears wouldn't stop falling. "Race, I-"
"Tell my boys I love 'em," Race out. He nodded his head, accepting his fate. He sniffled as more tears started falling. "Tell 'em how much I love 'em..."
Morris wanted to argue. He wanted so badly to find another way. A way to get Race out, but the flames hit something, and a small explosion blew past them. So the former bully looked back at his friend, giving him one last look. One last heartbroken, sad look, before he nodded and ran the gimp boy in his arms up the stairs to his freedom.
Race coughed as the smoke filled his lungs. The fire was coming to fast now. It was all around him, trying to eat him alive. He screamed as one of the giant flames bit at his arm, burning through the thin fabric that covered it. He yanked at his chains, praying for God to just give him this one miracle. But, as his brain lost oxygen, he heard the faint sound of clanking metal before his world went dark.
Spot watched them come out. He stood next to Jack who was fighting for consciousness on a stretcher. He watched Morris, carrying a limp Crutchie in his arms. The dark haired boy was sobbing as he made it to the gang. He set a panicked Crutchie down and Spot couldn't stop the question. "Where. Is. He?" The Brooklyn leader asked slowly. But the former bully just shook his head, letting the tears stream down his face.
"I c-couldn't..." That was all Spot heard before he was sprinting back to the building, full force, people screaming at him for him to stop, but he couldn't. His friend was inside the burning building. And right before he made it inside, time seemed to slow. A loud pop was heard before the entire building erupted. The fire hit something. Something that made it even more powerful. And Spot was thrown backwards, hitting the pavement with a loud thud. The ringing in his ears couldn't drown out the sounds of screams behind him.
"Race!"
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