~~ One Year Later ~~
Chapter 1: Morning Fever
"Heyah Random...it's mornin'. You gonna git up?" an incredibly sweet, but strong voice came from a bunk right next to her.
Curled up in a little ball on her bunk, Random slept, cold from the night before. She had gotten no sleep from the previous night. She had a fever from two days before when she sold in the rain and then slept in her wet clothes. Her temperature was a very high 104 degrees, but her body was shivering from cold, trying to rid itself of the fever. She hadn't told anyone of her short trip to the doctor the day before who told her to get some rest and stay inside. She did just the opposite and worked all day selling papers with her selling partner Blade. Random turned over to match a face to the voice she heard. She smiled at Blade who was lying on his bunk right next to hers.
"Do I have to?" She asked and smiled at him.
For the past six months while living in Brooklyn, Blade has always been there for her. She wished she would have moved to Brooklyn sooner instead of living on the streets for six months after her escape from the Bronx. Kaden's boys had left her for dead in an alley, near the warehouse. They had done everything they could to completely humiliate her and strip her of any pride she ever had. Bleeding and in tears she made her way to the Bronx hospital. As soon as she was let out of the hospital she took off for somewhere safe. The streets of Brooklyn wasn't her first choice, but she did gain a good reputation back for being hardcore and hard to deal with. When she first met Blade she was cold and hard on him, but eventually she opened up to him a little. She still didn't understand why he liked her so much though. `If he only really knew what I was really like...'
Spot walked by and sighed, "Come on you twos...the papes ain't sellin' themselves today. Let's go."
Blade looked at Spot and frowned, "Hey, why is it when you wanna sleep in, it's ok for us ta be late but when you ain't drunk we haveta be up and ready to go all the time?"
Spot laughed at Blade and put a hand on Blade's shoulder, "Cause Blade, Ise the leadah...and yous all me minions..." He laughed some more.
Blade nodded, "Yeah, you jus keep tellin' yourself that Spot."
Random looked at Spot and frowned. He gave her the same look and then shook his head.
"So what's wrong wid you this mornin'? Got no insults ta shoot at me? You feelin' alright?" He asked her.
Random rolled her eyes, "Oh give it up Spot. If I got an insult woirthy of you, I'll be shoah to tell you. I jus' can't think of any today that are demeanin' enough." She sighed and rested her head back on her pillow, closing her eyes.
Spot frowned, "Ain't good enough Random. Besides, yous gotta git up...come on. I ain't gonna woirk for you. Yous lazy enough as it is."
He bent down and grabbed her collar of her shirt pulling her up. He felt the back of her neck and it felt really warm. He put a hand up to her forehead and pulled it back quickly. Blade noticed this and looked at the two of them curiously. Random pulled away from Spot and stood up on her own. She took a few steps away from him and started putting her shoes on. Spot was about to say something but decided against it.
He looked at Blade and smirked, "Keep an eye on'er today...she don't feel right."
Random heard this and shot back at Spot, "Since when are you the local doctor Conlon, huh?"
Spot pushed Random lightly backwards, "'Ey, since when can't I start caring for me own newsies huh?"
Random laughed, "The only time you'd care is if I fell off yur bridge. Then you'd be worried `bout the bridge and you'd be yellin' at me for walkin `on it. You know I can take care'o'meself, so leave it at that."
Spot nodded and tipped his hat forward, "How true how true. Fine, jus' git goin'. Yous two are gonna be late."
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In another part of New York, Kaden and his boys were just wrapping up a small meeting in a different abandoned building, located in a scarier part of the Bronx.
"Well, that's `bout it boys. You know what you gotta do," Kaden sighed, "Yous shoah she's in Brooklyn?"
One of the skinnier boys nodded, "Yea Kaden, I found her yesterday when Ise sellin' some stuff to the newsies there. Saw'er walk by...wid that Blade guy."
Kaden frowned, "Thought I told yous ta git rid'o'her?"
"Well, Kaden," one of the bigger guys smiled, "We left'er figurin' she'd eventually...die," He paused, "We thought she was, we nevah hoird `bout her till now. Seems she's gittin' kinda close to this Blade."
Kaden frowned, "Well git her back here then. That Blade ain't got a right to'er. He's Brooklyn scum. Nuthin' good evah come outta Brooklyn. Besides, if she finds out we's sellin' again, she'll bust us for shoah. We gotta keep'er from tawkin'."
"What are we suppose to do with her Kaden?" one of the boys asked.
Kaden shrugged, "Don't hoit'er...too much. I want her conscious sos I can tawk wid her and knock some sense inta her head. We's gonna have a nice long tawk `bout how she's gonna act wid us out sellin' again. She ain't gonna mess wid us this time boys. She's still got important information in that head of hers that she nevah told the bulls. Wes lucky for that, but she can't tell'em now or we'll all be in jail boys. No one brings us down."
His boys nodded. Their lively hood was resting on the sole fact that Random hadn't told the bulls about their dealings with more then just drugs and alcohol, but with illegal weapons from other states and nations. They quickly walked off to Brooklyn, in search of the traitor.
Chapter 1: Morning Fever
"Heyah Random...it's mornin'. You gonna git up?" an incredibly sweet, but strong voice came from a bunk right next to her.
Curled up in a little ball on her bunk, Random slept, cold from the night before. She had gotten no sleep from the previous night. She had a fever from two days before when she sold in the rain and then slept in her wet clothes. Her temperature was a very high 104 degrees, but her body was shivering from cold, trying to rid itself of the fever. She hadn't told anyone of her short trip to the doctor the day before who told her to get some rest and stay inside. She did just the opposite and worked all day selling papers with her selling partner Blade. Random turned over to match a face to the voice she heard. She smiled at Blade who was lying on his bunk right next to hers.
"Do I have to?" She asked and smiled at him.
For the past six months while living in Brooklyn, Blade has always been there for her. She wished she would have moved to Brooklyn sooner instead of living on the streets for six months after her escape from the Bronx. Kaden's boys had left her for dead in an alley, near the warehouse. They had done everything they could to completely humiliate her and strip her of any pride she ever had. Bleeding and in tears she made her way to the Bronx hospital. As soon as she was let out of the hospital she took off for somewhere safe. The streets of Brooklyn wasn't her first choice, but she did gain a good reputation back for being hardcore and hard to deal with. When she first met Blade she was cold and hard on him, but eventually she opened up to him a little. She still didn't understand why he liked her so much though. `If he only really knew what I was really like...'
Spot walked by and sighed, "Come on you twos...the papes ain't sellin' themselves today. Let's go."
Blade looked at Spot and frowned, "Hey, why is it when you wanna sleep in, it's ok for us ta be late but when you ain't drunk we haveta be up and ready to go all the time?"
Spot laughed at Blade and put a hand on Blade's shoulder, "Cause Blade, Ise the leadah...and yous all me minions..." He laughed some more.
Blade nodded, "Yeah, you jus keep tellin' yourself that Spot."
Random looked at Spot and frowned. He gave her the same look and then shook his head.
"So what's wrong wid you this mornin'? Got no insults ta shoot at me? You feelin' alright?" He asked her.
Random rolled her eyes, "Oh give it up Spot. If I got an insult woirthy of you, I'll be shoah to tell you. I jus' can't think of any today that are demeanin' enough." She sighed and rested her head back on her pillow, closing her eyes.
Spot frowned, "Ain't good enough Random. Besides, yous gotta git up...come on. I ain't gonna woirk for you. Yous lazy enough as it is."
He bent down and grabbed her collar of her shirt pulling her up. He felt the back of her neck and it felt really warm. He put a hand up to her forehead and pulled it back quickly. Blade noticed this and looked at the two of them curiously. Random pulled away from Spot and stood up on her own. She took a few steps away from him and started putting her shoes on. Spot was about to say something but decided against it.
He looked at Blade and smirked, "Keep an eye on'er today...she don't feel right."
Random heard this and shot back at Spot, "Since when are you the local doctor Conlon, huh?"
Spot pushed Random lightly backwards, "'Ey, since when can't I start caring for me own newsies huh?"
Random laughed, "The only time you'd care is if I fell off yur bridge. Then you'd be worried `bout the bridge and you'd be yellin' at me for walkin `on it. You know I can take care'o'meself, so leave it at that."
Spot nodded and tipped his hat forward, "How true how true. Fine, jus' git goin'. Yous two are gonna be late."
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In another part of New York, Kaden and his boys were just wrapping up a small meeting in a different abandoned building, located in a scarier part of the Bronx.
"Well, that's `bout it boys. You know what you gotta do," Kaden sighed, "Yous shoah she's in Brooklyn?"
One of the skinnier boys nodded, "Yea Kaden, I found her yesterday when Ise sellin' some stuff to the newsies there. Saw'er walk by...wid that Blade guy."
Kaden frowned, "Thought I told yous ta git rid'o'her?"
"Well, Kaden," one of the bigger guys smiled, "We left'er figurin' she'd eventually...die," He paused, "We thought she was, we nevah hoird `bout her till now. Seems she's gittin' kinda close to this Blade."
Kaden frowned, "Well git her back here then. That Blade ain't got a right to'er. He's Brooklyn scum. Nuthin' good evah come outta Brooklyn. Besides, if she finds out we's sellin' again, she'll bust us for shoah. We gotta keep'er from tawkin'."
"What are we suppose to do with her Kaden?" one of the boys asked.
Kaden shrugged, "Don't hoit'er...too much. I want her conscious sos I can tawk wid her and knock some sense inta her head. We's gonna have a nice long tawk `bout how she's gonna act wid us out sellin' again. She ain't gonna mess wid us this time boys. She's still got important information in that head of hers that she nevah told the bulls. Wes lucky for that, but she can't tell'em now or we'll all be in jail boys. No one brings us down."
His boys nodded. Their lively hood was resting on the sole fact that Random hadn't told the bulls about their dealings with more then just drugs and alcohol, but with illegal weapons from other states and nations. They quickly walked off to Brooklyn, in search of the traitor.