Writer Tawk: This is the first time in a LONG times that I'm gonna finish a fairly long fic in such a short amount of time! *happy dance* Thank you to everyone who has been reading!!! :) Sorry if I grossed anyone out :D
Part 6: I Think We Need Reinforcements
"Skittery!" Jack called to his running friend as they headed for the stable. He finally caught up with Skittery, grabbing his arm and bring him to a halt.
"Jack, let GO!" Skittery tried to jerk away from Jack's grasp, but he was too strong for the skinnier newsie.
Jack glared at him, furiously. "I'll let you go if you tell me what the heck is going on!"
"You wanna know what's going on?" The gleam in Skittery's eyes were disturbing. "I'll tell ya what's going on. A crazy spook is trying to kill me and take over Specs' mind! That's what's going on!!! Now let go so I can get out of here!" He tried pulling away, but Jack held even tighter on his arm.
"Do you know who that girl was?" Jack asked, not satisfied.
Skittery took a deep breath, not squirming as much as he was. Jack could be so difficult. "That was Kloppman's daughter, Helena. Y'know, the one that threw herself off the balcony of the second floor? Well, she's out to get us for some deranged reason!"
"Skittery, please calm down" they heard Dutchy call. They looked to see the blonde running up to join them. "Now let's talk about this rationally so we can come up with a solution."
Skittery rolled his eyes. "I have my solution. I'm leaving; going back to Manhattan. It was much safer there without a ghost goil trying to smother you."
"No, Skittery, you can't!" Dutchy yelled, showing his nerve on edge.
"AND WHY NOT, BLONDIE?!" the taller newsie shouted, enrage. He viciously pushed Dutchy's shoulders, making him stumble backwards.
Jack jumped between them before an all out fight broke out. "TWO YOU STOP IT!"
The three heard footsteps shuffling out towards them. "What's going on out heah???" Racetrack hollered. Boots and Kid Blink followed him.
"It's a long story" Dutchy heaved, peering at the ground, exhausted.
"Well, we wanna hear it" Blink said, not amused.
"But," Race started. "could you tell us when Specs learned how to play an organ?"
Jack blinked, dazed for a second. "What do you mean?"
"He means, Specs is playing that organ and this time it's not playing by itself!" Boots cried, obviously troubled by the fact. "It's strange; like there's some other presence in the room with him."
It only took Dutchy a few moments before it registered in his brain. He darted off running for the mansion.
Race scratched his chin, gesturing back toward the mansion. "What's with him?"
"It's apart of that long story we'll get around to telling you...maybe" Jack answered, slumping his posture and feeling like jumping into a barrel of cold water. That would be much better than going through this off-the-wall situation. The newsies' lives were too rough, and the mansion was a great reward for their hardship. He was NOT going to let some spook drive them out of their new home.
"Over my dead body" Jack mumbled, almost not audible. "I'm going to visit Mr. Petre."
Skittery peered at Jack with widened eyes. "And, how will he help us?!"
Jack shrugged. "I got a plan." Snickers and snorts came out at that reply. Jack glared at his friends. "Do you have a better idea?"
Race shook his head. "No. It was funny hearing you say that."
"Jack..." Skittery whined. "Can I come with you? PLEASE?"
Jack thought for a moment. "I don't know, Skittery. You're pretty shaken up. You should go settle down for a while."
"NOOOO!!! I'm -not- going back in there!" Skittery cried, shaking his head vigorously. "That place is the reason why I'm shaken up!
"I know that" Jack retorted, rolling his eyes
Race stepped in. "Skittery, if you're scared to be alone, we'll look after you - not letcha be alone."
All Skittery could do was whimper and contort his face. Boots put a reassuring hand on the frightened newsie's shoulder. He knew exactly how it felt to be noivous.
"You come with me" Jack said to Blink.
Blink gaped at Jack with a 'huh' expression. "Me?"
"Yeah, you! Now come on!"
With a groan, Blink followed Jack to the stable.
"Could you tell Dutch where we're going?" Jack asked, leading a horse out the stable - Blink doing the same. "We might be gone a while."
They both mounted their horsed; Blink finding it rather difficult to ride one, but Jack having no trouble at all. "Hey Jack, how do you know where Mr. Petre is?" Boots asked.
Jack smirked. "I just know." They took off down the dusty road, roaring laughter could be heard even over the horses' galloping.
Part 6: I Think We Need Reinforcements
"Skittery!" Jack called to his running friend as they headed for the stable. He finally caught up with Skittery, grabbing his arm and bring him to a halt.
"Jack, let GO!" Skittery tried to jerk away from Jack's grasp, but he was too strong for the skinnier newsie.
Jack glared at him, furiously. "I'll let you go if you tell me what the heck is going on!"
"You wanna know what's going on?" The gleam in Skittery's eyes were disturbing. "I'll tell ya what's going on. A crazy spook is trying to kill me and take over Specs' mind! That's what's going on!!! Now let go so I can get out of here!" He tried pulling away, but Jack held even tighter on his arm.
"Do you know who that girl was?" Jack asked, not satisfied.
Skittery took a deep breath, not squirming as much as he was. Jack could be so difficult. "That was Kloppman's daughter, Helena. Y'know, the one that threw herself off the balcony of the second floor? Well, she's out to get us for some deranged reason!"
"Skittery, please calm down" they heard Dutchy call. They looked to see the blonde running up to join them. "Now let's talk about this rationally so we can come up with a solution."
Skittery rolled his eyes. "I have my solution. I'm leaving; going back to Manhattan. It was much safer there without a ghost goil trying to smother you."
"No, Skittery, you can't!" Dutchy yelled, showing his nerve on edge.
"AND WHY NOT, BLONDIE?!" the taller newsie shouted, enrage. He viciously pushed Dutchy's shoulders, making him stumble backwards.
Jack jumped between them before an all out fight broke out. "TWO YOU STOP IT!"
The three heard footsteps shuffling out towards them. "What's going on out heah???" Racetrack hollered. Boots and Kid Blink followed him.
"It's a long story" Dutchy heaved, peering at the ground, exhausted.
"Well, we wanna hear it" Blink said, not amused.
"But," Race started. "could you tell us when Specs learned how to play an organ?"
Jack blinked, dazed for a second. "What do you mean?"
"He means, Specs is playing that organ and this time it's not playing by itself!" Boots cried, obviously troubled by the fact. "It's strange; like there's some other presence in the room with him."
It only took Dutchy a few moments before it registered in his brain. He darted off running for the mansion.
Race scratched his chin, gesturing back toward the mansion. "What's with him?"
"It's apart of that long story we'll get around to telling you...maybe" Jack answered, slumping his posture and feeling like jumping into a barrel of cold water. That would be much better than going through this off-the-wall situation. The newsies' lives were too rough, and the mansion was a great reward for their hardship. He was NOT going to let some spook drive them out of their new home.
"Over my dead body" Jack mumbled, almost not audible. "I'm going to visit Mr. Petre."
Skittery peered at Jack with widened eyes. "And, how will he help us?!"
Jack shrugged. "I got a plan." Snickers and snorts came out at that reply. Jack glared at his friends. "Do you have a better idea?"
Race shook his head. "No. It was funny hearing you say that."
"Jack..." Skittery whined. "Can I come with you? PLEASE?"
Jack thought for a moment. "I don't know, Skittery. You're pretty shaken up. You should go settle down for a while."
"NOOOO!!! I'm -not- going back in there!" Skittery cried, shaking his head vigorously. "That place is the reason why I'm shaken up!
"I know that" Jack retorted, rolling his eyes
Race stepped in. "Skittery, if you're scared to be alone, we'll look after you - not letcha be alone."
All Skittery could do was whimper and contort his face. Boots put a reassuring hand on the frightened newsie's shoulder. He knew exactly how it felt to be noivous.
"You come with me" Jack said to Blink.
Blink gaped at Jack with a 'huh' expression. "Me?"
"Yeah, you! Now come on!"
With a groan, Blink followed Jack to the stable.
"Could you tell Dutch where we're going?" Jack asked, leading a horse out the stable - Blink doing the same. "We might be gone a while."
They both mounted their horsed; Blink finding it rather difficult to ride one, but Jack having no trouble at all. "Hey Jack, how do you know where Mr. Petre is?" Boots asked.
Jack smirked. "I just know." They took off down the dusty road, roaring laughter could be heard even over the horses' galloping.