Part 8: Help Me If You Can, I'm Feeling Down
Dutchy made a mad dash up the wide stairs, literally knocking down Boots who was climbing downstairs with Jake and Itey.
"Hey Dutchy, watch where you're going!" Boots called, excepting Itey's help up.
They watched Dutchy nearly trip up the stairs and around the corner. "Where is he going so fast?" Itey asked.
Jake shook his head. "I don't know, but maybe we should follow him - might be something about Specs."
Meanwhile, Dutchy had reached Specs' room and was squabbling wildly to get the door open. The knob was locked shut.
The other three newsies ran up. "What's wrong?" Itey asked, concerned.
"Specs is in trouble! His door is locked and we need to get in!" Dutchy yelled, not controlling his frantic tone at all. He moved back, banging his shoulder against the door but it did not budge.
"Here," Jake started, holding Dutchy back before he slammed again. ", let us help!"
Dutchy agreed, wordlessly. Him, Jake, and Itey trailed back then ran full force into the bedroom door. It flew open, making all three tumble to the floor in a heap. Dutchy snapped his head up instantly to find Specs squatting on the window seal and appeared to be wearing a light gray suit.
"NO!" Dutchy yelled, jumping up. He caught Specs' hand just in time before he fell to the ground.
Specs suddenly lifted his head, fright and confusion engraved on his sheet-white face. "Dutchy, please don't let me fall!" he cried, his voice cracking as he dangled in the air.
By then, Jake and Itey were there to help pull Specs back in the room. Specs fell to his knees after they drug him over the window seal. "What just happen?" he heaved, feeling his heart wanting to explode in his chest.
"You jumped!" Dutchy shouted, bending down to his friend's level.
Specs pondered in silence before beginning to shake involuntarily. "Helena wanted me to die like she did so we could be together. But...it isn't ME who she wants to be with. She thinks I'm someone else!"
"I know" Dutchy replied, gesturing for Boots to bring him the diary he had dropped outside the room. "She thinks you're Harold Franklin, a man she was in love with but was killed by another man named Kurt Jenkins." He raised the article in Specs' face.
Specs' mouth dropped open at the sight. "That looks like me and Skittery!!!"
"Helena thinks you are Harold and Skittery is Kurt!"
"This is too strange" Jake mumbled, placing a hand on his forehead.
"Now we need to figure out how to get rid of her, because we are not leaving" Dutchy said, firmly.
Specs stared blankly at the floor for a moment in deep thought. "I think I know how to get rid of her."
Dutchy grabbed his shoulder. "How?"
"Destroy the organ in the music room" Specs replied, nodding at the idea.
"Let's go then." Dutchy stood up, offering a hand to his friend. "We need to find an ax."
***
Only minutes later, Dutchy stood over the organ holding an ax high in the air. Specs stood helplessly near the door, a pained expression on his face. He'd been possessed by Helena so often in the last twenty-four hours, the emotions in her had seeped into him. He felt the urge to stop the destruction of the beautifully carved wooden organ, but in his gut he knew it needed to be done.
Skittery appeared in the room harboring an ax too. "Let me at it! I want that spook gone now!" He swung; his ax connecting with the wood with an eerie wail.
At the same time of the connection, Specs' hand flew to his temple and he doubled over in agony. Dutchy joined in on the chopping, hearing the cries of his friend but ignoring them. It had to be done! Hot tears were flowing down Specs' cheek as he felt a shivering presence rip from his side.
Dutchy and Skittery didn't stop till the organ was in small pieces; they're breathing heavy and they're arms exhausted. They looked over they're work and smiled knowing it had to be over.
All the sudden, the door slammed shut and wind from nowhere started swirling around the room. Dutchy and Skittery dropped their axes, scooting back from the light that flashed in the middle of the room. Helena's blazing eyes faded into view along with her translucent, floating body.
**That, gentlemen, was a big mistake! YOU SHALL PAY DEARLY FOR THIS!**
Dutchy made a mad dash up the wide stairs, literally knocking down Boots who was climbing downstairs with Jake and Itey.
"Hey Dutchy, watch where you're going!" Boots called, excepting Itey's help up.
They watched Dutchy nearly trip up the stairs and around the corner. "Where is he going so fast?" Itey asked.
Jake shook his head. "I don't know, but maybe we should follow him - might be something about Specs."
Meanwhile, Dutchy had reached Specs' room and was squabbling wildly to get the door open. The knob was locked shut.
The other three newsies ran up. "What's wrong?" Itey asked, concerned.
"Specs is in trouble! His door is locked and we need to get in!" Dutchy yelled, not controlling his frantic tone at all. He moved back, banging his shoulder against the door but it did not budge.
"Here," Jake started, holding Dutchy back before he slammed again. ", let us help!"
Dutchy agreed, wordlessly. Him, Jake, and Itey trailed back then ran full force into the bedroom door. It flew open, making all three tumble to the floor in a heap. Dutchy snapped his head up instantly to find Specs squatting on the window seal and appeared to be wearing a light gray suit.
"NO!" Dutchy yelled, jumping up. He caught Specs' hand just in time before he fell to the ground.
Specs suddenly lifted his head, fright and confusion engraved on his sheet-white face. "Dutchy, please don't let me fall!" he cried, his voice cracking as he dangled in the air.
By then, Jake and Itey were there to help pull Specs back in the room. Specs fell to his knees after they drug him over the window seal. "What just happen?" he heaved, feeling his heart wanting to explode in his chest.
"You jumped!" Dutchy shouted, bending down to his friend's level.
Specs pondered in silence before beginning to shake involuntarily. "Helena wanted me to die like she did so we could be together. But...it isn't ME who she wants to be with. She thinks I'm someone else!"
"I know" Dutchy replied, gesturing for Boots to bring him the diary he had dropped outside the room. "She thinks you're Harold Franklin, a man she was in love with but was killed by another man named Kurt Jenkins." He raised the article in Specs' face.
Specs' mouth dropped open at the sight. "That looks like me and Skittery!!!"
"Helena thinks you are Harold and Skittery is Kurt!"
"This is too strange" Jake mumbled, placing a hand on his forehead.
"Now we need to figure out how to get rid of her, because we are not leaving" Dutchy said, firmly.
Specs stared blankly at the floor for a moment in deep thought. "I think I know how to get rid of her."
Dutchy grabbed his shoulder. "How?"
"Destroy the organ in the music room" Specs replied, nodding at the idea.
"Let's go then." Dutchy stood up, offering a hand to his friend. "We need to find an ax."
***
Only minutes later, Dutchy stood over the organ holding an ax high in the air. Specs stood helplessly near the door, a pained expression on his face. He'd been possessed by Helena so often in the last twenty-four hours, the emotions in her had seeped into him. He felt the urge to stop the destruction of the beautifully carved wooden organ, but in his gut he knew it needed to be done.
Skittery appeared in the room harboring an ax too. "Let me at it! I want that spook gone now!" He swung; his ax connecting with the wood with an eerie wail.
At the same time of the connection, Specs' hand flew to his temple and he doubled over in agony. Dutchy joined in on the chopping, hearing the cries of his friend but ignoring them. It had to be done! Hot tears were flowing down Specs' cheek as he felt a shivering presence rip from his side.
Dutchy and Skittery didn't stop till the organ was in small pieces; they're breathing heavy and they're arms exhausted. They looked over they're work and smiled knowing it had to be over.
All the sudden, the door slammed shut and wind from nowhere started swirling around the room. Dutchy and Skittery dropped their axes, scooting back from the light that flashed in the middle of the room. Helena's blazing eyes faded into view along with her translucent, floating body.
**That, gentlemen, was a big mistake! YOU SHALL PAY DEARLY FOR THIS!**