Okay! Here's my other chapter. You'll finally get some of the fluff you
were hoping for, and an unexpected visitor challenges our young heroes. I
wanted to expose a softer side of Kid Blink in this chapter because it's
obvious that all the newsies HAD a soft side. Charlie gets to be a bitch
in this chapter because I'm- do I really need to elaborate on that
statement? I don't think so. And btw, if you're ever on Fictionpress.net,
read "Forsaken" By Chronicles Blink. It's a rippin' story.
"What the hell was that?" Pie Eater burst out after he scampered away from me.
"That was- I thought," Anger flashed before his eyes.
"You thought wrong," he almost growled. If anything I was crushed.
"What, but you." His eyes got colder than I had ever seen them, even when his parents died.
"No," he grated, standing. He headed over to the wall of rock and began looking for a way to some how dig through.
"It's no use," I whispered.
"Shut up!" he yelled back. I had scared the hell out of him. I shook my head and slumped rather painfully against the wall.
"You leant in too," I said exasperatedly after a few moments of strangling silence.
" Bullshit," he spat back, flopping against the opposite wall.
"You're scared!" I didn't want to yell at him, I'm rather impressive when I yell. I contented myself with raising my voice a bit.
"Hell yes I'm scared! I'm stuck on the other side of the wall with a faggot!" I've been gay for three seconds, but that is something I will not stand.
"Lest we forget you're one too!"
"I am no such thing,"
"You're scared! You're scared because Race isn't the weird one anymore! You're petrified that he wont be the only one getting funny looks any more, which removes your ability to blend in with the norm, which scares the absolute hell out of you!"
"You're out of your damn mind," he mumbled staying where he was. I could tell I'd struck a nerve.
"No, I'm right," I murmured in response.
"I'm not gay," he said closing his eyes and tilting his chin defiantly.
"Yes," I replied smirking, and remembering the aspects of the kiss, "you are,"
"Am not," Well, that's maturity at its finest.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Race's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
Told ya I didn't hit him. Specs and I sat on one side of the chamber while Dutchy sat on the other with his arms draped around Charlie.
"God," she muttered, bolting up, "am I psychic or not?" she shed her arm warmers and focused on the top stones in the bunch, which wiggled slightly before slipping from its place. This process worked well until we figured out that she was wiped after every three stones. So it was a grueling process, but it worked.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_Blink's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
"Are too!" I shot back. If he could be a spoiled child, then we all could. He groaned and I merely smirked at him.
"You wanted it," I whispered. He looked up at me and shook his head without saying a word. He wanted it.
"I wanted it," Told ya so.
"Jesus, I knew it'd be weird, coming out and all, but I didn't expect an earthquake," I murmured, realizing that the walls were slowly shaking, but then, in a storm of rocks fragments and dust, the wall separating the two parties broke. As Pie Eater moved his hand atop mine for a millisecond, I felt another wall topple.
I looked back at him, smiled and then stood as we resumed our journey to save his brother. We walked continually downward at Specs pointed out along the way, but as Pie Eater put it, we were just going deeper into the hole.
"Ah!" Race let out a pained squeak, "damn ceilings," and he wasn't the only one. Every once in a while one of us would pause and swear viciously. Suddenly, there was a burst of cold air and I felt cautiously the ceiling above me. It was gone.
"Guys, we're in a chamber," two or three faced turned back to me and then we all hesitantly straightened.
"Wow," It was pitch black in the room and no one could see anything.
"Ah! Race!" Charlie shrieked.
"I thought you were scared so I grabbed your shoulder," he said innocently. I heard the painfully audible crack of her smacking him.
'That wasn't my shoulder!" She yelled back, suddenly, there was a small prick of light that I noticed off in the distance. And then there were two, and then they arose all around me brightening up the chamber.
"Ow!"
(_(_(_(_(_(Specs' POV)_)_)_)_)_)
I straightened my arm to see if I could touch one of the little light thingies. But my hand smacked something hard.
"Guys, there's only one light, they're all mirrors!" Charlie said walking up to one.
"Very good, female," A cold voice, thick with an English accent, echoed in the dimness. The one light grew until it was about the size of ones head and enough to light the entire chamber. Charlie was right; it was walled, and floored and roofed with mirrors. There was, of course the door we came through, but other than that, no visible exit. However, there was a new addition to the people in the room. Everyone suddenly went on the defensive.
"Who are you?" Dutchy questioned, sensible thing to do.
"I am Jack."
(_(_(_(_(_(_Jack's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
They always go on the defensive.
"You wanna elaborate on that 'Jack?" the female among them spoke again.
"Will you STOP calling me 'The female'?" she cried glaring at me. I considered her for a moment and she jutted out her chin defiantly.
"Well, since you want a formal introduction, I am James Andrew Christian Kyler, the oracle of the amulet of Lykara, I'm assuming that is what you seek?" She was taming a moment to look at what I was wearing; leather slacks that contoured to my strong legs rather nicely and then flared out at the tops of my feet, and a black button up shirt with sleeves, the ends of which covered my hands and looked as if they'd been attacked by moths.
"Yes, that's what we're here for," she murmured. The one who had spoken before looked the most diplomatic of the six, but I apparently intimidated him.
"Don't be so full of yourself, Jack," she's a quick one, she is. I merely stood in the center of my room of mirrors, feet shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind my back, and head cocked in that way that made me look oh-so- obnoxious.
"You want it then, do you not?" My hand slid unnoticeably into my back pocket.
"Honestly, you're an oracle. You should at least know I'm psychic," Ugh. Females, they make things so difficult.
"Do you have it?" the diplomatic looking one found his voice.
"Well of course I have it," I love being an asshole. But, being locked in a cave until someone comes to relieve you of your duties will do that to a person.
"Wait," the one with an eye patch started, taking a step forward. Oh, I'm scared, "are you human?" Funny you should ask.
"No, actually, I'm a supreme being," whew, glad we got that out of the way.
"Cut the mental wise-cracking bullshit. Are you going to help us or not," So difficult.
"I will," I began as if I was calculating what I'd say next, "on one condition."
(_(_(_(_(_(_Dutchy's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
"Conditions?" I questioned; he nodded.
"What kind of conditions?" Pie Eater put forth.
"My kind," He answered. Charlie's eyes widened in horror.
"Elaborate," Specs commanded.
"You get the amulet if I get her," he pointed a Charlie and she looked at me with wide, pleading eyes.
"No," Racetrack answered, walking forward to stand in front of Charlotte. Blink, Pie Eater, and Specs joined him.
"You'll give us the amulet, of we'll beat hell out of you," Blink spat, glaring forward with his good eye.
"Did you all fall asleep just before I said the words: Supreme Being?" Jack questioned as Dutchy's fingers intertwined with Charlotte's.
"Listen," she stepped through her wall of boys, "If you give us the amulet, we'll take you home with us," Oh, you're kidding.
"No, I'm not. It will keep our side of the bargain and we'll have him around if the amulet thingy screws up. Besides, he's a supreme being.that could work against the neo-nazis,"
"We have neo-nazis?" Race asked, looking training his gaze on the back of her head.
"They caught Mike and Joe coming back from a late night hunt and now they think we house gays as well as crack heads and loonies," She really puts it in perspective.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Blink's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
I had forgotten about the neo-nazis. I looked back at Pie Eater and he gave me a look that said 'We'll figure it out later' Charlie had apparently heard me, for she looked back for a fraction of a second before looking back at Jack.
"I am rather impressive when I get pissed off," He placed a picture in Charlie's head.
"Oh, what? You made a few fires, big deal,"
"Hey. I rain down sulfur, there's a subtle difference," Note to self. Be nice to Jack.
"But, I will accept your bargain," He pulled something from his back pocket, a leather string.
"Its less-"
"-Amulet-like,"
"-Than we would have thought," Specs, Race, and Pie Eater took this time to put their two cents in. Or is it six cents?
"Oh this isn't the amulet," he began, " the amulet is all around you as we speak. You see, one of these mirrors has a tiny crack outlining the amulet, it's your job to find it,"
"Are you going to help us?" Dutchy questioned. Jack merely shook his head.
"Of course not. I'm the Oracle, I just sit here and watch you," Everyone spread out, and the search began.
Bad chapter, I know. But hey, we finally got some of our fluff didn't we? And you know you were picturing Jack Kelly in black leather pants with an English accent! Oh, and about the Neo Nazis, there will be lots of em, but there are two main ones. Enter Oscar and Morris. And about Charlie, she isn't "gothic" or "punk" in the stereotypical "I'm Avril and I'm a PUNK!" sense of the words. She's just different. And the part about arm warmers, lemme take you back to a little movie called Thir13en ghosts. Remember Matt Lillard's char? That kinda thing happens to our Charlotte. Don't worry about Spot, the crabby ol' turd will show up somewhere, I'm sure of it. Anyhow, continue on! And review!
Chapterly Quote: "Man, if I had a penis, I'd go get laid," "Yeah, but let's do the next best thing!" "Lets Kill people! No, not you," Bartleby and Loki, Dogma
"What the hell was that?" Pie Eater burst out after he scampered away from me.
"That was- I thought," Anger flashed before his eyes.
"You thought wrong," he almost growled. If anything I was crushed.
"What, but you." His eyes got colder than I had ever seen them, even when his parents died.
"No," he grated, standing. He headed over to the wall of rock and began looking for a way to some how dig through.
"It's no use," I whispered.
"Shut up!" he yelled back. I had scared the hell out of him. I shook my head and slumped rather painfully against the wall.
"You leant in too," I said exasperatedly after a few moments of strangling silence.
" Bullshit," he spat back, flopping against the opposite wall.
"You're scared!" I didn't want to yell at him, I'm rather impressive when I yell. I contented myself with raising my voice a bit.
"Hell yes I'm scared! I'm stuck on the other side of the wall with a faggot!" I've been gay for three seconds, but that is something I will not stand.
"Lest we forget you're one too!"
"I am no such thing,"
"You're scared! You're scared because Race isn't the weird one anymore! You're petrified that he wont be the only one getting funny looks any more, which removes your ability to blend in with the norm, which scares the absolute hell out of you!"
"You're out of your damn mind," he mumbled staying where he was. I could tell I'd struck a nerve.
"No, I'm right," I murmured in response.
"I'm not gay," he said closing his eyes and tilting his chin defiantly.
"Yes," I replied smirking, and remembering the aspects of the kiss, "you are,"
"Am not," Well, that's maturity at its finest.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Race's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
Told ya I didn't hit him. Specs and I sat on one side of the chamber while Dutchy sat on the other with his arms draped around Charlie.
"God," she muttered, bolting up, "am I psychic or not?" she shed her arm warmers and focused on the top stones in the bunch, which wiggled slightly before slipping from its place. This process worked well until we figured out that she was wiped after every three stones. So it was a grueling process, but it worked.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_Blink's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
"Are too!" I shot back. If he could be a spoiled child, then we all could. He groaned and I merely smirked at him.
"You wanted it," I whispered. He looked up at me and shook his head without saying a word. He wanted it.
"I wanted it," Told ya so.
"Jesus, I knew it'd be weird, coming out and all, but I didn't expect an earthquake," I murmured, realizing that the walls were slowly shaking, but then, in a storm of rocks fragments and dust, the wall separating the two parties broke. As Pie Eater moved his hand atop mine for a millisecond, I felt another wall topple.
I looked back at him, smiled and then stood as we resumed our journey to save his brother. We walked continually downward at Specs pointed out along the way, but as Pie Eater put it, we were just going deeper into the hole.
"Ah!" Race let out a pained squeak, "damn ceilings," and he wasn't the only one. Every once in a while one of us would pause and swear viciously. Suddenly, there was a burst of cold air and I felt cautiously the ceiling above me. It was gone.
"Guys, we're in a chamber," two or three faced turned back to me and then we all hesitantly straightened.
"Wow," It was pitch black in the room and no one could see anything.
"Ah! Race!" Charlie shrieked.
"I thought you were scared so I grabbed your shoulder," he said innocently. I heard the painfully audible crack of her smacking him.
'That wasn't my shoulder!" She yelled back, suddenly, there was a small prick of light that I noticed off in the distance. And then there were two, and then they arose all around me brightening up the chamber.
"Ow!"
(_(_(_(_(_(Specs' POV)_)_)_)_)_)
I straightened my arm to see if I could touch one of the little light thingies. But my hand smacked something hard.
"Guys, there's only one light, they're all mirrors!" Charlie said walking up to one.
"Very good, female," A cold voice, thick with an English accent, echoed in the dimness. The one light grew until it was about the size of ones head and enough to light the entire chamber. Charlie was right; it was walled, and floored and roofed with mirrors. There was, of course the door we came through, but other than that, no visible exit. However, there was a new addition to the people in the room. Everyone suddenly went on the defensive.
"Who are you?" Dutchy questioned, sensible thing to do.
"I am Jack."
(_(_(_(_(_(_Jack's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
They always go on the defensive.
"You wanna elaborate on that 'Jack?" the female among them spoke again.
"Will you STOP calling me 'The female'?" she cried glaring at me. I considered her for a moment and she jutted out her chin defiantly.
"Well, since you want a formal introduction, I am James Andrew Christian Kyler, the oracle of the amulet of Lykara, I'm assuming that is what you seek?" She was taming a moment to look at what I was wearing; leather slacks that contoured to my strong legs rather nicely and then flared out at the tops of my feet, and a black button up shirt with sleeves, the ends of which covered my hands and looked as if they'd been attacked by moths.
"Yes, that's what we're here for," she murmured. The one who had spoken before looked the most diplomatic of the six, but I apparently intimidated him.
"Don't be so full of yourself, Jack," she's a quick one, she is. I merely stood in the center of my room of mirrors, feet shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind my back, and head cocked in that way that made me look oh-so- obnoxious.
"You want it then, do you not?" My hand slid unnoticeably into my back pocket.
"Honestly, you're an oracle. You should at least know I'm psychic," Ugh. Females, they make things so difficult.
"Do you have it?" the diplomatic looking one found his voice.
"Well of course I have it," I love being an asshole. But, being locked in a cave until someone comes to relieve you of your duties will do that to a person.
"Wait," the one with an eye patch started, taking a step forward. Oh, I'm scared, "are you human?" Funny you should ask.
"No, actually, I'm a supreme being," whew, glad we got that out of the way.
"Cut the mental wise-cracking bullshit. Are you going to help us or not," So difficult.
"I will," I began as if I was calculating what I'd say next, "on one condition."
(_(_(_(_(_(_Dutchy's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
"Conditions?" I questioned; he nodded.
"What kind of conditions?" Pie Eater put forth.
"My kind," He answered. Charlie's eyes widened in horror.
"Elaborate," Specs commanded.
"You get the amulet if I get her," he pointed a Charlie and she looked at me with wide, pleading eyes.
"No," Racetrack answered, walking forward to stand in front of Charlotte. Blink, Pie Eater, and Specs joined him.
"You'll give us the amulet, of we'll beat hell out of you," Blink spat, glaring forward with his good eye.
"Did you all fall asleep just before I said the words: Supreme Being?" Jack questioned as Dutchy's fingers intertwined with Charlotte's.
"Listen," she stepped through her wall of boys, "If you give us the amulet, we'll take you home with us," Oh, you're kidding.
"No, I'm not. It will keep our side of the bargain and we'll have him around if the amulet thingy screws up. Besides, he's a supreme being.that could work against the neo-nazis,"
"We have neo-nazis?" Race asked, looking training his gaze on the back of her head.
"They caught Mike and Joe coming back from a late night hunt and now they think we house gays as well as crack heads and loonies," She really puts it in perspective.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Blink's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
I had forgotten about the neo-nazis. I looked back at Pie Eater and he gave me a look that said 'We'll figure it out later' Charlie had apparently heard me, for she looked back for a fraction of a second before looking back at Jack.
"I am rather impressive when I get pissed off," He placed a picture in Charlie's head.
"Oh, what? You made a few fires, big deal,"
"Hey. I rain down sulfur, there's a subtle difference," Note to self. Be nice to Jack.
"But, I will accept your bargain," He pulled something from his back pocket, a leather string.
"Its less-"
"-Amulet-like,"
"-Than we would have thought," Specs, Race, and Pie Eater took this time to put their two cents in. Or is it six cents?
"Oh this isn't the amulet," he began, " the amulet is all around you as we speak. You see, one of these mirrors has a tiny crack outlining the amulet, it's your job to find it,"
"Are you going to help us?" Dutchy questioned. Jack merely shook his head.
"Of course not. I'm the Oracle, I just sit here and watch you," Everyone spread out, and the search began.
Bad chapter, I know. But hey, we finally got some of our fluff didn't we? And you know you were picturing Jack Kelly in black leather pants with an English accent! Oh, and about the Neo Nazis, there will be lots of em, but there are two main ones. Enter Oscar and Morris. And about Charlie, she isn't "gothic" or "punk" in the stereotypical "I'm Avril and I'm a PUNK!" sense of the words. She's just different. And the part about arm warmers, lemme take you back to a little movie called Thir13en ghosts. Remember Matt Lillard's char? That kinda thing happens to our Charlotte. Don't worry about Spot, the crabby ol' turd will show up somewhere, I'm sure of it. Anyhow, continue on! And review!
Chapterly Quote: "Man, if I had a penis, I'd go get laid," "Yeah, but let's do the next best thing!" "Lets Kill people! No, not you," Bartleby and Loki, Dogma