Writer note: This part gets a little...uh, racey. I'm not one to write this kind of thing, but it's only here to emphasize the derangeness of Helena. As for Specs and his situation, I do -not- like Specs as I wrote how he *ahem* is in this part and the next. You'll see what I'm talking about when you get there, that's why it's rated PG-13! I just chose Specs because he never gets a good part in a fic. So, enjoy and thanks for r/r!!!
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Jack cracked an uneasy smile, and asked, "How you know that, Specs?"
Specs looked at him like he was asking if the world was round. "I just toldja I saw it playin' with NO ONE there! It had to be a ghost!"
"Hey, calm down, Specs" Skittery said, walking over to the organ. "There has to be another explanation then a ghost playin' it." He started feeling under the organ. "Medda has this piano that plays by itself when you flip a switch." He smiled when he found what he was looking for. The organ started to play another tune by itself. Skittery stood up straight. "See? It's a player piano type thing just in organ form."
"All right, guys, shows over." Jack shooed all the newsies out from the room after a good laugh and teasing on Specs account.
Jack looked back to see Specs still staring at the organ as if he never heard the taunts. He walked up to him. "You okay?"
Specs nodded, absently. "Yeah, I think so. It just…there was something different in the room before you guys came in. It was like there was another presence in here."
"Probably just your imagination" Jack replied, knowingly. "Why dontcha go to your room and get some sleep. Hey, there's actually running water here. You can take a real bath!" Jack patted Specs on the shoulder reassuringly before walking out himself.
Specs stood there for a moment thinking the whole situation over. Y'know, Jack's right - he thought. It had to of just been my imagination. There's no ghost here. The uneasy feeling was still very much there, but the denial of a ghost was also there too. He snorted then walked out the room.
***
As Jack advised, Specs headed to the room he'd chosen. Some of the newsies were sharing rooms since there were two beds in most of them. Specs chose to be alone in a one-bed room. He was lucky too, there was also a bathroom to go with it.
Specs closed the door to the bathroom. Red towels were neatly hanging from the wall on a rod. The bathtub was the standing kind with four legs. A table near the tub was a perfect place for him to place his glasses while in the tub. Specs turned the gold faucet, waiting till the water became hot before shedding his clothes. He stepped in, and immediately felt better from the heated water hitting his skin. He grinned, satisfied. The tension from earlier melted away. This might not be so bad after all - he thought as he closed his eyes.
Suddenly, a cold wave of air invaded the room. Specs shivered involuntarily, and slid lower into the tub all the way up to his neck. He didn't notice automatically that something was touching him, but he did notice the water turning cooler already. He was enjoying the feel of something massaging his shoulders until he
realized he wasn't the only one in the room.
Specs' eyes flew wide open, and he hurled around to come face to face with woman. Her tinny, dark brown hair made her face even paler than what it was already. Her sky blue eyes were almost see-through. A faint smile fell over her purple lips as she stared directly at Specs.
From what he could see through the blurriness, made Specs gasp and push away from the back of the tub. He turned all the way around to get a better look at the woman, but hit his back on the faucet behind him. He yelped loudly in pain, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. When he opened them again, the woman was gone.
He reached quickly for his glasses, replacing them on his face. He peered around frantically, only to see the bathroom was empty. He hurried out the tub, and throw a towel around his waist. Specs made sure the towel was secure then looked up to find the woman standing right in front of him. She set a thin finger on his lips. It was ice cold, sending a frigid chill down his spine.
Specs wanted to cry out for help or run away in fright, but the woman's touch made him frozen in place. Her eyes had an oddly familiarity to them. They looked like Kloppman's. Then it hit him - Helena, his daughter! Specs blinked in surprise. Was this really her?
He didn't have time to ponder anything else. Helena bent over, pressing her cold lips to his - making Specs choke. She didn't notice his strangled cough since she continued to kiss him, running her withered hands up and down his arms and back. Specs could feel the fear in him wash away with every exhilarating thrust of Helena's icy hands. He wrapped his arms around her chilling body, forgetting about the world around him.
***
Jack cracked an uneasy smile, and asked, "How you know that, Specs?"
Specs looked at him like he was asking if the world was round. "I just toldja I saw it playin' with NO ONE there! It had to be a ghost!"
"Hey, calm down, Specs" Skittery said, walking over to the organ. "There has to be another explanation then a ghost playin' it." He started feeling under the organ. "Medda has this piano that plays by itself when you flip a switch." He smiled when he found what he was looking for. The organ started to play another tune by itself. Skittery stood up straight. "See? It's a player piano type thing just in organ form."
"All right, guys, shows over." Jack shooed all the newsies out from the room after a good laugh and teasing on Specs account.
Jack looked back to see Specs still staring at the organ as if he never heard the taunts. He walked up to him. "You okay?"
Specs nodded, absently. "Yeah, I think so. It just…there was something different in the room before you guys came in. It was like there was another presence in here."
"Probably just your imagination" Jack replied, knowingly. "Why dontcha go to your room and get some sleep. Hey, there's actually running water here. You can take a real bath!" Jack patted Specs on the shoulder reassuringly before walking out himself.
Specs stood there for a moment thinking the whole situation over. Y'know, Jack's right - he thought. It had to of just been my imagination. There's no ghost here. The uneasy feeling was still very much there, but the denial of a ghost was also there too. He snorted then walked out the room.
***
As Jack advised, Specs headed to the room he'd chosen. Some of the newsies were sharing rooms since there were two beds in most of them. Specs chose to be alone in a one-bed room. He was lucky too, there was also a bathroom to go with it.
Specs closed the door to the bathroom. Red towels were neatly hanging from the wall on a rod. The bathtub was the standing kind with four legs. A table near the tub was a perfect place for him to place his glasses while in the tub. Specs turned the gold faucet, waiting till the water became hot before shedding his clothes. He stepped in, and immediately felt better from the heated water hitting his skin. He grinned, satisfied. The tension from earlier melted away. This might not be so bad after all - he thought as he closed his eyes.
Suddenly, a cold wave of air invaded the room. Specs shivered involuntarily, and slid lower into the tub all the way up to his neck. He didn't notice automatically that something was touching him, but he did notice the water turning cooler already. He was enjoying the feel of something massaging his shoulders until he
realized he wasn't the only one in the room.
Specs' eyes flew wide open, and he hurled around to come face to face with woman. Her tinny, dark brown hair made her face even paler than what it was already. Her sky blue eyes were almost see-through. A faint smile fell over her purple lips as she stared directly at Specs.
From what he could see through the blurriness, made Specs gasp and push away from the back of the tub. He turned all the way around to get a better look at the woman, but hit his back on the faucet behind him. He yelped loudly in pain, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. When he opened them again, the woman was gone.
He reached quickly for his glasses, replacing them on his face. He peered around frantically, only to see the bathroom was empty. He hurried out the tub, and throw a towel around his waist. Specs made sure the towel was secure then looked up to find the woman standing right in front of him. She set a thin finger on his lips. It was ice cold, sending a frigid chill down his spine.
Specs wanted to cry out for help or run away in fright, but the woman's touch made him frozen in place. Her eyes had an oddly familiarity to them. They looked like Kloppman's. Then it hit him - Helena, his daughter! Specs blinked in surprise. Was this really her?
He didn't have time to ponder anything else. Helena bent over, pressing her cold lips to his - making Specs choke. She didn't notice his strangled cough since she continued to kiss him, running her withered hands up and down his arms and back. Specs could feel the fear in him wash away with every exhilarating thrust of Helena's icy hands. He wrapped his arms around her chilling body, forgetting about the world around him.