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Author's Note: All right, I want to repeat that this story takes place in a 'here and now' time frame. It is in no way involved with the actual 'Newsies' film. I wanted to use nothing other than the characters from the movie, instead of the movie itself. So, enjoy!
(_(_(_(_(_(_Charlottes POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"Charlie, you sure you can handle this?" I was asked for the millionth time. I simply nodded and stared back into the glass. Racetrack had turned into a rather regal looking beast, but a beast nonetheless. It looked terribly painful too. Dutchy and Specs walked down the stairs and came to the watching window with wide eyes. Specs had apparently never seen the transformations up close, or in the light.
"Is he okay?" Dutchy questioned. He's such a sweetheart.
"He's giving himself a beating, but he'll live," Mike replied, looking upon me, once more, with concern.
"Honestly Mike, Colby.all of you! I am fine. Just because I'm a girl and." Blink interrupted me. Jerk.
"Charlotte, its not that we don't think you can hack this, we just worry. It's the big brother in all of us," Okay fine, he's not a jerk, but still.
"I told you he had wings," the one they had called Pie Eater made his way over to the glass. Just as he placed a finger up against the cold divider, Race sprang once again, throwing himself at the clear wall, those now red eyes burning with hatred.
"Blink, help him, get him a room," Blink nodded solemnly and led Pie Eater off, his blank eyes staring off into some abyss.
(_(_(_(_(_ Blink's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
I'm not her lackey, but I just.
Anyhow, this guy was seriously troubled, I swear. He was all shaky and trembly. But if I had a brother and he'd just turned into a.whatever, right before my eyes, I'd probably freak out too. I lead him up the wooden spiral staircase. It was one of my favorites because of the slight creak it gave when you walked up or down.
"This is the blue room," I remarked, walking into the room and leading him in behind me. The blue room, in my opinion is one of the most comforting rooms in this mad house.
"Thanks," he said quietly flopping onto the bed like a four year old. It was almost cute. Ugh, if Spot could hear me.I'd never hear the end of it. I don't really know why he thinks I'm gay. Do I come off as gay?
"Oh, its okay.y'know, Charlotte's orders." I waved off the thanks with an insolent wave of my hand.
"Not just for the room, but for helping my brother, he's really scared," no! I'm blushing. STOP THAT!
"Listen, he cant control himself. He didn't mean to freak you out, I don't think,"
"I know," he whispered and I walked off, leaving him to listen to the calming sounds of the blue room.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Pie Eater_)_)_)_)_)
That was really freaky. I've never ever seen Race do anything like that before. He was thrashing and roaring and scratching himself. No, not there. His fur was all bloody too. But, y'know, that Blink guy isn't so bad. He walked out of my room, gently closing the door behind him. I fell back on the bed and sighed. This was going to be a very long night, so I'd have time to figure everyone out. Which is good I suppose.
Well, we know Charlotte's psychic. Spot is an elf. That is all we know. It's definitely a strange family if I ever saw one. The Joe guy they just brought in looks a bit odd too. I've known him and Mike for oh, half an hour and I already think they're deranged. Terribly deranged.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Spots POV)_)_)_)_)_)
Hmph. This guy really changes. He thrashes and screeches, and.It's strange to watch a person completely loose control of themselves again. [1]
"Well, I'm off to bed." Charlie said softly. She was the only one left in the room. Joe had gone off hunting, Dutchy had lead Specs off to a room, Blink had gone off to do something, and Mike was, well, elsewhere.
"I'll send you a mental wake up call in the morning for examination time," I said smirking at her. I don't know how she stands us. I mean, we're all terribly over protective and she's a fierce independent.
"Fun," she said sarcastically, heading up the stairs towards her room.
"Well Race, show me whatcha got. Gimme your best shot," I challenged, placing my hand upon the thin divider between us. He couldn't hear me, and even if he could, it wouldn't be him. So I didn't expect any retaliation.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Race's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
I awoke to the feel of denim, falling against my bare skin. I forced my eyes open and looked around as memories of last night came flooding back to me. I was still in the watching room, and up through the glass, I saw Charlie. She noticed me looking and blushed modestly, turning away so I could change. My other clothing had been torn to shreds and was lying in various places around me. I looked at myself and frowned. I was covered with bruises and scratches. I dressed quickly, stood.and fell. I waited a few seconds and then stood slowly, walking to the window and tapping on it. Charlotte turned and I took that moment to take in her attire; khaki cargo shorts and a white tank top. Her hair was pin straight and down. I got the feeling that she was assessing me in the same manor, but there wasn't much to see, just jeans and the bruises.
She unlocked the door, and lead me down a hallway opposite the one I'd come down, and into what looked like a doctors office.
"Sit," she gestured towards a table, and I sat. She looked me over, took my blood pressure, and then checked my reflexes.
"You look like you've been pulled through hell backwards," Dutchy said as he strode in. He then yawned and plopped down in a chair, thumbing through a book.
"Brilliant assessment Doctor, can I go now?" I questioned making a move to get up. Charlie placed her hands on my shoulders holding me still. I yelped.
"What? Did I hurt you?" she sounded genuinely concerned.
"No, your hands are cold," Dutchy laughed and looked up at her.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked.
"Griffon," she said looking at me like I'd grown another head, which was entirely possible.
"I'm a griffon?" I questioned.
"Yeah," The reply came almost jealously.
"Well, I hope your raging envy won't destroy our relationship," I said coyly.
"Oh, I'm envious," she spat back.
"Well then, I'm afraid the fever's reached your brain and you'll have to be destroyed," Dutchy smiled and read aloud.
"The griffon is a mystical beast. Its form is that of a lion and an eagle, which explains the wings and fuzziness. Bladdy bladdy blah.origins, life spans..ah! Transformations. A chosen few griffons have human forms also, allowing them to move undetected throughout the mortal world. Transformations, however, are not voluntary," yeah, no kidding.
"It says there's a pendant we can get so you can change when you please," ooh, jewelry. Fun.
(_(_(_(_(_( Joe's POV)_)_)_)_)_) Ah, lovely, it's breakfast time. Everyone wakes up and heads down to the dining room, which is in the room opposite the library. It's got big stone floors and a huge wooden table in the center. The table is the coolest part, its every different type of wood you can imagine. It is almost like a quilt. Charlotte and Dutchy lead a rather beat looking Racetrack in the room and Spot scowled.
"Well?" I swear, she's way too nice to that guy for the way he treats her. Wondering why Spot isn't making a crude comeback on my thought? It's because he cannot see them. It's a vampire thang,
"Griffon," Dutchy replied as he gently helped Race into a chair. The kid looked at my goblet and frowned.
"So, what exactly does that mean for him?" Specs spoke up, adjusting his glasses. He's not bad looking, I'd devour him if Dutchy hadn't claimed him first.
"Well, if we can find the." he opened a leather-bound book and thumbed through it.
".amulet of Lykara, he can mandate his changes," Dutchy reported hopefully.
"Where do we find this Lykara thing?" Pie Eater asked, he was sitting next to Kid Blink, who'd seemed to warm up slightly to the visitors.
"Its in a cavern somewhere in- would you believe it- Colorado," Dutchy closed the book and slid into a chair between Kid Blink and Race.
"I suppose this means you want us to help," Mike spat, taking a drink and sending a knowing look to Spot. Blink, Dutchy, and I have seemed to accept the visitors. Spot and Mike however are just as cold as ever. Charlotte, the poor thing, she doesn't know how to trust. She fidgeted. Perhaps she's a bit stronger than I thought. On vampires, there is some sort of wall shielding our thoughts from other creatures.but Charlotte.her telepathy.there's just something.more.
"Too late for that one Michael, we've already volunteered," Dutchy said grinning.at Specs.
"You," Charlotte corrected, staring down at the table.
"Okay, I volunteered us for the job," Pie Eater and Specs both nodded, this had apparently been predetermined between Race and Dutchy.
"Not us, you," Charlotte repeated.
"All right then," Blink started. He apparently wanted to help too. Now that was just odd.
"Its settled, we're off to Colorado."
(_(_(_(_(_(_Pie Eaters POV_)_)_)_)_)_)
Well, that's good news I suppose. I just don't know how exactly they expect us to get to Colorado in the first place, let alone find this cavern and get to the amulet.
"Can I ask something?" Race said looking terribly determined.
"Do we have a choice?" Mike muttered.
"What's with the kool-aid?" He asked looking at both Joe and Mike, who sat by each other. This was the sitting arrangement, starting with myself and going clockwise: me, Kid Blink, Dutchy, Race, Joe, Mike, Charlotte, and Spot. The entire table, aside from Race, me and Charlotte, erupted in laughter. I didn't think the question was that funny.
Suddenly, Mike smiled, and I noticed something different about him. His canines, had grown about an inch, and looked as if they were filed to points.
"We're vampires," Joe said, giving the same toothy.fangy smile. Well, vampires. That explains a hell of a lot.
(_(_(_(_(_(_( Dutchy's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
Well, now that we've all contained ourselves, back to the amulet.
"Well, can you guys get out of the house for a weekend without your parents getting suspicious?" Blink questioned. His face was still red from laughing.
"I don't know, perhaps," Pie Eater replied.
"I suppose Blink and I will be going with the three of you." I remarked. Spot wouldn't go, he wouldn't let Charlotte go; Mike and Joe couldn't leave the house in sunlight.
"Okay.can you guys get tickets?" Specs questioned, taking the logical point of view.
"We can get tickets for all five of you," Spot said, still scowling.
"Splendid," Kid said digging into his breakfast. This was going to be an interesting month.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(_ Blink's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
All right, fine. They aren't really as bad as I thought they would be. In fact they're almost normal.well, normal in my sense of the word. Not normal as in 'average Joe". Normal as in not evil.
"We've got tickets," Spot said as we sat down at dinner that evening. We sent the changeling home with his brothers since he'll be safe for a month.
"I still don't see why we're doing this," Mike said. He'd been complaining about this whole ordeal all day.
"I just don't see the point of sending a Cyclops and one of the rarest creatures in the world off on a suicide mission," I cringed. Can't he just lay off what I actually am? Yes, I'm a Cyclops. That's what's under the patch; just smooth skin.
"It isn't a suicide mission," Dutchy said hopefully. I really envy him. He's so optimistic no matter what. Perhaps it comes with the horn.
"What happens if you don't find it? What if it's not there?" Spot was drilling us too.
"What if we do?" I countered. Charlie sat at the end of the table, between Mike and Spot, simply picking at her food.
"Eat," Joe whispered. It was a plea more than a command. I appreciate that the bad attitude is not part of being a vampire for him.
"Why are we getting ourselves involved in something that we have no business in," Spot questioned, shaking his head.
"Because he's going to hurt someone, if he hasn't already," Charlie said abruptly, and rather loudly too.
"What do you mean by that?" Mike gave her his "No matter what you say, I can prove it wrong" stare.
"He can't control his transformations, or the Griffon side of himself. Sooner or later, the Griffon side of him won't change back," she makes a good point.
" And this is bad?" aw, c'mon Mike, be nice.
"Shut it Blink," Damned Vampires.
"I resent that!" Joe looked up at me indignantly.
"Sorry, Joe."
"Any how, yes. That is bad. Griffons aren't vegetarians," again, she makes a point.
"Fine," Spot was officially swayed.
"We're doing this. No objections," he continued.
"We aren't asking for your blessing, and we're going whether you like it or not," Dutchy stood and walked off. He refuses to be upset in public.
"Nikko." Charlie hopped up and walked after him. She's a sweet heart that one, and so pretty.
There was a sudden electricity in the room. Joe frowned, Mike twitched and Spot simply narrowed his eyes and uttered a simple word before getting up to follow after Charlie who had followed Dutchy to the library.
"Mine," as he walked off, the glass that held my orange juice shattered into a thousand pieces. I merely shook my head.
Well, SOMEONE has some dependency issues. Cough Spot! Cough
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Author's Note: All right, I want to repeat that this story takes place in a 'here and now' time frame. It is in no way involved with the actual 'Newsies' film. I wanted to use nothing other than the characters from the movie, instead of the movie itself. So, enjoy!
(_(_(_(_(_(_Charlottes POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"Charlie, you sure you can handle this?" I was asked for the millionth time. I simply nodded and stared back into the glass. Racetrack had turned into a rather regal looking beast, but a beast nonetheless. It looked terribly painful too. Dutchy and Specs walked down the stairs and came to the watching window with wide eyes. Specs had apparently never seen the transformations up close, or in the light.
"Is he okay?" Dutchy questioned. He's such a sweetheart.
"He's giving himself a beating, but he'll live," Mike replied, looking upon me, once more, with concern.
"Honestly Mike, Colby.all of you! I am fine. Just because I'm a girl and." Blink interrupted me. Jerk.
"Charlotte, its not that we don't think you can hack this, we just worry. It's the big brother in all of us," Okay fine, he's not a jerk, but still.
"I told you he had wings," the one they had called Pie Eater made his way over to the glass. Just as he placed a finger up against the cold divider, Race sprang once again, throwing himself at the clear wall, those now red eyes burning with hatred.
"Blink, help him, get him a room," Blink nodded solemnly and led Pie Eater off, his blank eyes staring off into some abyss.
(_(_(_(_(_ Blink's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
I'm not her lackey, but I just.
Anyhow, this guy was seriously troubled, I swear. He was all shaky and trembly. But if I had a brother and he'd just turned into a.whatever, right before my eyes, I'd probably freak out too. I lead him up the wooden spiral staircase. It was one of my favorites because of the slight creak it gave when you walked up or down.
"This is the blue room," I remarked, walking into the room and leading him in behind me. The blue room, in my opinion is one of the most comforting rooms in this mad house.
"Thanks," he said quietly flopping onto the bed like a four year old. It was almost cute. Ugh, if Spot could hear me.I'd never hear the end of it. I don't really know why he thinks I'm gay. Do I come off as gay?
"Oh, its okay.y'know, Charlotte's orders." I waved off the thanks with an insolent wave of my hand.
"Not just for the room, but for helping my brother, he's really scared," no! I'm blushing. STOP THAT!
"Listen, he cant control himself. He didn't mean to freak you out, I don't think,"
"I know," he whispered and I walked off, leaving him to listen to the calming sounds of the blue room.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Pie Eater_)_)_)_)_)
That was really freaky. I've never ever seen Race do anything like that before. He was thrashing and roaring and scratching himself. No, not there. His fur was all bloody too. But, y'know, that Blink guy isn't so bad. He walked out of my room, gently closing the door behind him. I fell back on the bed and sighed. This was going to be a very long night, so I'd have time to figure everyone out. Which is good I suppose.
Well, we know Charlotte's psychic. Spot is an elf. That is all we know. It's definitely a strange family if I ever saw one. The Joe guy they just brought in looks a bit odd too. I've known him and Mike for oh, half an hour and I already think they're deranged. Terribly deranged.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Spots POV)_)_)_)_)_)
Hmph. This guy really changes. He thrashes and screeches, and.It's strange to watch a person completely loose control of themselves again. [1]
"Well, I'm off to bed." Charlie said softly. She was the only one left in the room. Joe had gone off hunting, Dutchy had lead Specs off to a room, Blink had gone off to do something, and Mike was, well, elsewhere.
"I'll send you a mental wake up call in the morning for examination time," I said smirking at her. I don't know how she stands us. I mean, we're all terribly over protective and she's a fierce independent.
"Fun," she said sarcastically, heading up the stairs towards her room.
"Well Race, show me whatcha got. Gimme your best shot," I challenged, placing my hand upon the thin divider between us. He couldn't hear me, and even if he could, it wouldn't be him. So I didn't expect any retaliation.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Race's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
I awoke to the feel of denim, falling against my bare skin. I forced my eyes open and looked around as memories of last night came flooding back to me. I was still in the watching room, and up through the glass, I saw Charlie. She noticed me looking and blushed modestly, turning away so I could change. My other clothing had been torn to shreds and was lying in various places around me. I looked at myself and frowned. I was covered with bruises and scratches. I dressed quickly, stood.and fell. I waited a few seconds and then stood slowly, walking to the window and tapping on it. Charlotte turned and I took that moment to take in her attire; khaki cargo shorts and a white tank top. Her hair was pin straight and down. I got the feeling that she was assessing me in the same manor, but there wasn't much to see, just jeans and the bruises.
She unlocked the door, and lead me down a hallway opposite the one I'd come down, and into what looked like a doctors office.
"Sit," she gestured towards a table, and I sat. She looked me over, took my blood pressure, and then checked my reflexes.
"You look like you've been pulled through hell backwards," Dutchy said as he strode in. He then yawned and plopped down in a chair, thumbing through a book.
"Brilliant assessment Doctor, can I go now?" I questioned making a move to get up. Charlie placed her hands on my shoulders holding me still. I yelped.
"What? Did I hurt you?" she sounded genuinely concerned.
"No, your hands are cold," Dutchy laughed and looked up at her.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked.
"Griffon," she said looking at me like I'd grown another head, which was entirely possible.
"I'm a griffon?" I questioned.
"Yeah," The reply came almost jealously.
"Well, I hope your raging envy won't destroy our relationship," I said coyly.
"Oh, I'm envious," she spat back.
"Well then, I'm afraid the fever's reached your brain and you'll have to be destroyed," Dutchy smiled and read aloud.
"The griffon is a mystical beast. Its form is that of a lion and an eagle, which explains the wings and fuzziness. Bladdy bladdy blah.origins, life spans..ah! Transformations. A chosen few griffons have human forms also, allowing them to move undetected throughout the mortal world. Transformations, however, are not voluntary," yeah, no kidding.
"It says there's a pendant we can get so you can change when you please," ooh, jewelry. Fun.
(_(_(_(_(_( Joe's POV)_)_)_)_)_) Ah, lovely, it's breakfast time. Everyone wakes up and heads down to the dining room, which is in the room opposite the library. It's got big stone floors and a huge wooden table in the center. The table is the coolest part, its every different type of wood you can imagine. It is almost like a quilt. Charlotte and Dutchy lead a rather beat looking Racetrack in the room and Spot scowled.
"Well?" I swear, she's way too nice to that guy for the way he treats her. Wondering why Spot isn't making a crude comeback on my thought? It's because he cannot see them. It's a vampire thang,
"Griffon," Dutchy replied as he gently helped Race into a chair. The kid looked at my goblet and frowned.
"So, what exactly does that mean for him?" Specs spoke up, adjusting his glasses. He's not bad looking, I'd devour him if Dutchy hadn't claimed him first.
"Well, if we can find the." he opened a leather-bound book and thumbed through it.
".amulet of Lykara, he can mandate his changes," Dutchy reported hopefully.
"Where do we find this Lykara thing?" Pie Eater asked, he was sitting next to Kid Blink, who'd seemed to warm up slightly to the visitors.
"Its in a cavern somewhere in- would you believe it- Colorado," Dutchy closed the book and slid into a chair between Kid Blink and Race.
"I suppose this means you want us to help," Mike spat, taking a drink and sending a knowing look to Spot. Blink, Dutchy, and I have seemed to accept the visitors. Spot and Mike however are just as cold as ever. Charlotte, the poor thing, she doesn't know how to trust. She fidgeted. Perhaps she's a bit stronger than I thought. On vampires, there is some sort of wall shielding our thoughts from other creatures.but Charlotte.her telepathy.there's just something.more.
"Too late for that one Michael, we've already volunteered," Dutchy said grinning.at Specs.
"You," Charlotte corrected, staring down at the table.
"Okay, I volunteered us for the job," Pie Eater and Specs both nodded, this had apparently been predetermined between Race and Dutchy.
"Not us, you," Charlotte repeated.
"All right then," Blink started. He apparently wanted to help too. Now that was just odd.
"Its settled, we're off to Colorado."
(_(_(_(_(_(_Pie Eaters POV_)_)_)_)_)_)
Well, that's good news I suppose. I just don't know how exactly they expect us to get to Colorado in the first place, let alone find this cavern and get to the amulet.
"Can I ask something?" Race said looking terribly determined.
"Do we have a choice?" Mike muttered.
"What's with the kool-aid?" He asked looking at both Joe and Mike, who sat by each other. This was the sitting arrangement, starting with myself and going clockwise: me, Kid Blink, Dutchy, Race, Joe, Mike, Charlotte, and Spot. The entire table, aside from Race, me and Charlotte, erupted in laughter. I didn't think the question was that funny.
Suddenly, Mike smiled, and I noticed something different about him. His canines, had grown about an inch, and looked as if they were filed to points.
"We're vampires," Joe said, giving the same toothy.fangy smile. Well, vampires. That explains a hell of a lot.
(_(_(_(_(_(_( Dutchy's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
Well, now that we've all contained ourselves, back to the amulet.
"Well, can you guys get out of the house for a weekend without your parents getting suspicious?" Blink questioned. His face was still red from laughing.
"I don't know, perhaps," Pie Eater replied.
"I suppose Blink and I will be going with the three of you." I remarked. Spot wouldn't go, he wouldn't let Charlotte go; Mike and Joe couldn't leave the house in sunlight.
"Okay.can you guys get tickets?" Specs questioned, taking the logical point of view.
"We can get tickets for all five of you," Spot said, still scowling.
"Splendid," Kid said digging into his breakfast. This was going to be an interesting month.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(_ Blink's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
All right, fine. They aren't really as bad as I thought they would be. In fact they're almost normal.well, normal in my sense of the word. Not normal as in 'average Joe". Normal as in not evil.
"We've got tickets," Spot said as we sat down at dinner that evening. We sent the changeling home with his brothers since he'll be safe for a month.
"I still don't see why we're doing this," Mike said. He'd been complaining about this whole ordeal all day.
"I just don't see the point of sending a Cyclops and one of the rarest creatures in the world off on a suicide mission," I cringed. Can't he just lay off what I actually am? Yes, I'm a Cyclops. That's what's under the patch; just smooth skin.
"It isn't a suicide mission," Dutchy said hopefully. I really envy him. He's so optimistic no matter what. Perhaps it comes with the horn.
"What happens if you don't find it? What if it's not there?" Spot was drilling us too.
"What if we do?" I countered. Charlie sat at the end of the table, between Mike and Spot, simply picking at her food.
"Eat," Joe whispered. It was a plea more than a command. I appreciate that the bad attitude is not part of being a vampire for him.
"Why are we getting ourselves involved in something that we have no business in," Spot questioned, shaking his head.
"Because he's going to hurt someone, if he hasn't already," Charlie said abruptly, and rather loudly too.
"What do you mean by that?" Mike gave her his "No matter what you say, I can prove it wrong" stare.
"He can't control his transformations, or the Griffon side of himself. Sooner or later, the Griffon side of him won't change back," she makes a good point.
" And this is bad?" aw, c'mon Mike, be nice.
"Shut it Blink," Damned Vampires.
"I resent that!" Joe looked up at me indignantly.
"Sorry, Joe."
"Any how, yes. That is bad. Griffons aren't vegetarians," again, she makes a point.
"Fine," Spot was officially swayed.
"We're doing this. No objections," he continued.
"We aren't asking for your blessing, and we're going whether you like it or not," Dutchy stood and walked off. He refuses to be upset in public.
"Nikko." Charlie hopped up and walked after him. She's a sweet heart that one, and so pretty.
There was a sudden electricity in the room. Joe frowned, Mike twitched and Spot simply narrowed his eyes and uttered a simple word before getting up to follow after Charlie who had followed Dutchy to the library.
"Mine," as he walked off, the glass that held my orange juice shattered into a thousand pieces. I merely shook my head.
Well, SOMEONE has some dependency issues. Cough Spot! Cough
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