Seamstress to Playgirl
Disclaimer: I have a dream that one day all Newsies fans will one day own a piece of the Newsies. That they will be able to take turns doing whatever they want to do to or with them...Okay, that sounds really wrong...I dream that one day this WILL happen, too bad I always wake up.
David was in real trouble and he knew it. The men running from the mob were almost to him, the mob close behind. Once they reached him he would have to push his way though or fight his way through. Either way he had absolutely no chance and he knew it. A few blocks over he could see the glow of a fire reflected in the smoky sky. Warning bells were clanging loudly and horse drawn firefighting vehicles could be heard faintly, their own bells swinging in warning.
David dropped the Sarah's things and tried to fight down the panic that was swiftly rising in him. He clenched his fists and bent down to help the man that still lay at his feet. The man groaned in pain and put a dirty hand to his head. He squinted darkly at his hand when it came away covered in blood. David reached down and pulled the man to his feet, wincing when the man screamed in terror when he saw the mob. When David had the man's arm around his shoulders he looked around one last time for somewhere to escape to, his searching gaze landed on a small alcove across the street from him. A shoeshine chair was the only in it, and there was a small space just behind it. A space small enough for just one person.
David looked down at the man's face and without further hesitation he quickly dragged the man over to the alcove and helped the man behind the chair. With his dark clothes and a little luck nobody would see him. With the man safely hidden he pushed himself against the wall and into the shadows. He watched on in silent horror as the men that had run ahead of the mod met up with each other in the place where he had been standing. With nowhere else to run the put their backs against each other and grimly prepared to defend themselves. They were dead and they knew it.
The mob ran ever closer and clashed together in an attempt to crush the men that had apparently refused to join the union. They were now invisible under the mob. Men were crawling all over themselves trying to get to the traitors. David shut his eyes against the nightmarish sight and tried in vain to ignore the pain filled and horrified screams and ugly shouting of the mob. Even with his eyes closed David knew with a terrible certainty that they were being torn apart and would not survive the fight.
Shrill whistles cloud be heard on the edges of the mob and police on horse back suddenly appeared. They trampled and clubbed men in an attempt to break up the mob. At the focus of the mob realization penetrated as to what was happening. The mob broke and tried to run, but a horse drawn paddy wagon burst into the center of the crowd. Driver and horses trampling men indiscriminately.
Without realizing what was happening David found himself swept along blindly by those that were trying to escape the police. Hands pushed and shoved him out of the way and down onto the ground suddenly and without warning. His knees hit the cobblestones with a painful jarring. A booted foot landed squarely on his back pushing him firmly onto the street.
Panic shot through him as he realized what was happening. He was going to be trampled. In the panic and hysteria of what was left of the mob there was no one to help him. More feet ran over him and he heard the sickening crack of his ribs breaking. Pain shot through him and overwhelmed any defense he might have been able to put up, and then a heavy boot kicked him hard on side of his head. Blackness engulfed his vision and he knew no more.
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Jack sat in David's seat next to Cassie's bed and glanced at her worriedly and looked over at Specs. He sat reading a worn book of Shakespeare and answered the question he knew Jack was going to ask.
"It's ten tweny-two, 'xactly two minutes after da last time youse asked me."
"How long ago did he leave?" Race asked, chewing nervously on his cigar.
"Hour ana half ago." Spot answered emotionlessly, again polishing his cane head to keep busy.
The lodging house was silent as each boy sat thinking. They'd only met David this morning, but they knew that he should have been back, and they knew that he wouldn't leave his sister. His actions this afternoon were evidence of that. Something was wrong.
Those that hadn't been involved in Cassie's rescue had been quickly informed and were impressed with the new newsies actions. They were naturally curious about Cassie and were waiting for her to wake up to get to know what kind of girl would do what she had. Without any warning her eyelids fluttered open gently and she sat slowly up, groaning as she stretched her arms and legs.
"Youse okay, kid?" Spot asked coming down from the bunk he'd been on and sitting at the foot of her bed.
"I feel much better after a good sleep, Spot." She looked distractedly over at David's chair and was surprised to find Jack sitting there staring at her with a worried expression on his handsome face. "Hey, Cowboy? Where's David?"
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Policemen steadily worked their way through the bodies of broken men on the blood soaked street, every now and again stopping to check closer to see if one was alive. A meat wagon was steadily loaded with dead bodies, more blood running from the floor of the wagon and onto the street. One police officer stopped to curiously check on a body.
It was a young man, a teenager really. It looked as though he had been trampled. His breathing came in painful gasps and he groaned. The officer made a quick check and decided he was well enough to go to in the waiting paddy wagon. Form there he would go to the Refuge. The man shook his head as he dragged the boy to the wagon and practically threw him inside. 'They are getting younger all the time.' He thought sadly, and went back to checking the bodies.
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A.N. I know I'm a very mean person to leave you hanging yet again, but I really have to go so this is something. I promise to update soon, probably by the middle of the week. A HUGE thank you to all of you that review! I live for those reviews! I also live for acceptance so keep them coming! Again I'm really sorry, but at least I know you'll be back for more... I hope
Disclaimer: I have a dream that one day all Newsies fans will one day own a piece of the Newsies. That they will be able to take turns doing whatever they want to do to or with them...Okay, that sounds really wrong...I dream that one day this WILL happen, too bad I always wake up.
David was in real trouble and he knew it. The men running from the mob were almost to him, the mob close behind. Once they reached him he would have to push his way though or fight his way through. Either way he had absolutely no chance and he knew it. A few blocks over he could see the glow of a fire reflected in the smoky sky. Warning bells were clanging loudly and horse drawn firefighting vehicles could be heard faintly, their own bells swinging in warning.
David dropped the Sarah's things and tried to fight down the panic that was swiftly rising in him. He clenched his fists and bent down to help the man that still lay at his feet. The man groaned in pain and put a dirty hand to his head. He squinted darkly at his hand when it came away covered in blood. David reached down and pulled the man to his feet, wincing when the man screamed in terror when he saw the mob. When David had the man's arm around his shoulders he looked around one last time for somewhere to escape to, his searching gaze landed on a small alcove across the street from him. A shoeshine chair was the only in it, and there was a small space just behind it. A space small enough for just one person.
David looked down at the man's face and without further hesitation he quickly dragged the man over to the alcove and helped the man behind the chair. With his dark clothes and a little luck nobody would see him. With the man safely hidden he pushed himself against the wall and into the shadows. He watched on in silent horror as the men that had run ahead of the mod met up with each other in the place where he had been standing. With nowhere else to run the put their backs against each other and grimly prepared to defend themselves. They were dead and they knew it.
The mob ran ever closer and clashed together in an attempt to crush the men that had apparently refused to join the union. They were now invisible under the mob. Men were crawling all over themselves trying to get to the traitors. David shut his eyes against the nightmarish sight and tried in vain to ignore the pain filled and horrified screams and ugly shouting of the mob. Even with his eyes closed David knew with a terrible certainty that they were being torn apart and would not survive the fight.
Shrill whistles cloud be heard on the edges of the mob and police on horse back suddenly appeared. They trampled and clubbed men in an attempt to break up the mob. At the focus of the mob realization penetrated as to what was happening. The mob broke and tried to run, but a horse drawn paddy wagon burst into the center of the crowd. Driver and horses trampling men indiscriminately.
Without realizing what was happening David found himself swept along blindly by those that were trying to escape the police. Hands pushed and shoved him out of the way and down onto the ground suddenly and without warning. His knees hit the cobblestones with a painful jarring. A booted foot landed squarely on his back pushing him firmly onto the street.
Panic shot through him as he realized what was happening. He was going to be trampled. In the panic and hysteria of what was left of the mob there was no one to help him. More feet ran over him and he heard the sickening crack of his ribs breaking. Pain shot through him and overwhelmed any defense he might have been able to put up, and then a heavy boot kicked him hard on side of his head. Blackness engulfed his vision and he knew no more.
* * * * * * *
Jack sat in David's seat next to Cassie's bed and glanced at her worriedly and looked over at Specs. He sat reading a worn book of Shakespeare and answered the question he knew Jack was going to ask.
"It's ten tweny-two, 'xactly two minutes after da last time youse asked me."
"How long ago did he leave?" Race asked, chewing nervously on his cigar.
"Hour ana half ago." Spot answered emotionlessly, again polishing his cane head to keep busy.
The lodging house was silent as each boy sat thinking. They'd only met David this morning, but they knew that he should have been back, and they knew that he wouldn't leave his sister. His actions this afternoon were evidence of that. Something was wrong.
Those that hadn't been involved in Cassie's rescue had been quickly informed and were impressed with the new newsies actions. They were naturally curious about Cassie and were waiting for her to wake up to get to know what kind of girl would do what she had. Without any warning her eyelids fluttered open gently and she sat slowly up, groaning as she stretched her arms and legs.
"Youse okay, kid?" Spot asked coming down from the bunk he'd been on and sitting at the foot of her bed.
"I feel much better after a good sleep, Spot." She looked distractedly over at David's chair and was surprised to find Jack sitting there staring at her with a worried expression on his handsome face. "Hey, Cowboy? Where's David?"
* * * * * * *
Policemen steadily worked their way through the bodies of broken men on the blood soaked street, every now and again stopping to check closer to see if one was alive. A meat wagon was steadily loaded with dead bodies, more blood running from the floor of the wagon and onto the street. One police officer stopped to curiously check on a body.
It was a young man, a teenager really. It looked as though he had been trampled. His breathing came in painful gasps and he groaned. The officer made a quick check and decided he was well enough to go to in the waiting paddy wagon. Form there he would go to the Refuge. The man shook his head as he dragged the boy to the wagon and practically threw him inside. 'They are getting younger all the time.' He thought sadly, and went back to checking the bodies.
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A.N. I know I'm a very mean person to leave you hanging yet again, but I really have to go so this is something. I promise to update soon, probably by the middle of the week. A HUGE thank you to all of you that review! I live for those reviews! I also live for acceptance so keep them coming! Again I'm really sorry, but at least I know you'll be back for more... I hope