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Skittery looked at the girl with confusion in his eyes.

"The rats, children of the underworld, the kids that live in the sewers, that take old tunnels and warehouses and use them. You are in an old warehouse right now. Across from the Brooklyn Bridge I believe, at least those are the rumors. Suddenly the girl moved across the cell and sat close to Skittery. "You have real nice eyes." She smiled taking his hand in hers. "That Auburn girl, you really like her?" He shook his head yes.

"Does she like you?" Again, he shook his head.

"Lucky girl. I assume she's pretty." He shook his head rapidly. "Well we should probably get you fixed up then." The girl handed him the cup of water again. "Drink." As Skittery finished off the water, she carefully cleaned his stitches up again. When she was done examining them, making sure they were all ok she looked turned to him. "Have I told you my name?"

Skittery attempted to say no but all that came out was air he made a face and shook his head.

"I'm Mia." She smiled and shook his hand.

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I sat with my knees to my chest, in the window of the small hotel like room I was in. I spoke out loud not to anyone just so I could hear the words come out of my mouth. "I've changed so much in the few weeks I have been in New York. I hardly talk to my family; I barely even think about them much less try and write to them. I am caught up in this war with out having any real reason except for my temper. Which, has gotten better at least I know when to hold my tong that doesn't mean that I don't want to punch people in the face all the time though. Then there's Skittery, I don't even know his real name, how can I be in love with someone I don't know. I'm not in love with him, at least I don't want to be in love with him. He's a brat, and loud, and aggressive, and short tempered, and cute and caring and funny."

"Talking to your self isn't healthy you know." Boa slowly opened the door and slid inside closing it immediately after he was inside. I watched him carefully as he made his way across the room and over to the window frame standing across from me leaning on the wall. "I thought for sure you would have ran." He gestured at the window.

"I figured it was a stupid idea, I don't know where I am," I stared out the window at the sky. "and you would have came after me."

"Only because I can't let Spot win."

"What happened tonight Boa?

"Nothing Aburn," I was shocked that he called my by my real name. "don't worry about it."

"Why did you kill that boy for trying to do what you want to do to me."

"I don't want to do that to you. Maybe in the beginning I did, because it was my reputation, But then. Then I saw how scared you were, how much I ruined Scar's life. I couldn't do that to you."

"What's with the sudden change of heart." I turned leaning back on the window letting my legs dangle down the wall.

"I'm tired of living like this Aburn, I want out. Here as a Bronx Newsie, you are raised with the idea that hurting others is ok, we're to be feared because we are ruthless not because we are powerful like Spot. When I was a kid the leader at the time killed my twin sister Mia, then took me and glass out and found a girl his age brought us back to the lodge, to the back room and raped her in front of us. He told us leaders get what they want no matter what. He beat us so often it became our only source of attention from him. Of course, I would be like him, following his example, it's only natural. I can't do it anymore. Maybe Glass can but I can't I don't want the Bronx to have this reputation. Auburn I don't know what to do, I cant take back the things I've done, but that's all I want." He slid down the wall capturing his hands in his head and I knew by the way he moved, he was crying.

"Then leave."

"It's not that easy Auburn." He growled, standing up and turning to me, placing his hands on either side of my hips. "Do you know how many people want to kill me, how many people's lives I've made miserable? If I give this all up they would have my head, where do I go? Leave New York? With what money?!" He slammed his fist on the widow, causing me to jump.

"Stop Boa, Do not scream at me. What you did in the past was a big mistake and to be honest, I hate you. I feel no reason to let you live anywhere near me or my friends, regardless if you have that past or not. You hurt me, you hurt Scar, and you hurt so many people. You deserve this! You deserve being hated." I knew I was poking a bear. "Boa, if I could, I would help the newsies lock you and Glass up right this instant and hope that you rot in hell!" Boa reached out and smacked me across the face. "You're not a good guy, not yet." I shook my head, and jumped down from the window.

"Auburn."

"What?"

"Skittery's alive."

"But in order to get him back there is a big price to pay."

"What is it"

"A life for a life."

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"What do you want?" Glass stood on the porch of the Bronx lodging house. Edward stood bellow in the hands of two newsies.

"I want to be a newsboy." He was stony his expression hard to read. Glass studied him for a moment.

"Where you from?"

"Jersey."

"You don't have the accent." Glass stepped down from the porch and stood in front of Edward.

"I move around a lot." Edward was doing good better then he expected he would be doing. "Are you the leader around here?"

Glass chuckled. "The new one, our old leader went missing a few days ago, running in fear I guess."

"Can your boys let me go now?" Edward nodded his head at the two newsies holding him. Glass snapped his fingers. The two boys released him and Edward shook his arms out.

"What's your name kid?"

"Usually they call me Ed."

"Got a last name…ED?"

"Not that you need to know."

Glass smirked, sticking his hand out for a spit shake.

"Welcome aboard Ed."


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