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Comments:
Stripes McKee: Yeah, it's Jack Kelly, and you'll just have to see if he's evil after all……..I wanna fly……..
Shirs: I did to thank you….. at some point…… you're on the list in the chapter where I thanked everyone……..dumbo…….j/k…..
Chapter Twenty-Five
*Hiya, Jacky-Boy*
Creeper grinned as he watched Spot leave the lodging house.
'What an' idiot!' he thought to himself.
Fifteen minutes later Creeper crawled out from underneath the bed where he had been hiding.
Snickering, he opened the door to Spot's room, expecting to have to fight Jade. He was slightly worried, but he knew she was hurt, and he was pretty sure he could beat her.
When Creeper saw that Jade was asleep his smirk widened. He quietly shut the door behind him.
'Now Ise don't even have ta deal with her!' he thought in delight.
He made his way over to the drawer, stopping when Jade stirred and her face contorted in a grimace in her sleep.
'Must be havin' nightmares,' Creeper thought.
He pulled the drawer forward and frowned when it didn't open.
'Huh,' he thought smugly, 'Like a little locked drawer's gonna stop me.'
But he took the time to look for a key in various places around the room, including the closet, because he still didn't want to wake Jade, mainly because he didn't know the extent of her injuries, and she had soaked him pretty bad that one time.
Finally, he decided to give up and just break the thing open. Glancing a little apprehensively at Jade he gripped the drawer handle and pulled with all his might.
The handle broke off with a loud crack, and Jade stirred and moaned a little, as if she was in pain.
Creeper looked at the drawer angrily, as if it was its own fault that Spot had locked it and the handle had broken off.
Creeper gripped the underside of the drawer and yanked hard again. The desk lurched forward and Creeper grimaced as the legs made a terrible squeaking noise when they scratched along the floor.
Jade turned and Creeper paused again, watching her to see if she would awaken. When she didn't he continued with his effort to open the drawer.
Creeper held the top of the desk with one hand and with the other he once again grabbed the underside of the drawer. He pulled as hard as he could and the drawer came flying out.
Creeper was thrown backward and he swore as his back hit the metal foot of the bed. Again Jade turned, and she cried out slightly.
'Wondah what's happenin' ta her in her dream?' Creeper wondered.
He shook his head, 'No time ta waste,' he reminded himself, and he quickly pawed through the contents of the drawer until he came across the envelope that Spot had touched earlier.
"Bingo," Creeper said to himself.
Getting up, Creeper put the envelope in his shirt and brushed himself off. He froze as he heard a noise downstairs.
His heart sped up…… there were two voices, and the people sounded out of breath. Jade moved again, and she tossed and turned violently, mumbling things like, "Stop," and "No, please."
Creeper thought that maybe the voices belonged to some returning newsies, though it was still very early in the afternoon, and he was worried that if Jade woke up she would scream and alert them to his presence in Spot's room.
Hastily Creeper ambled across the room and covered Jade's mouth with his hand, hoping that the newsies would just get something and leave.
But as the newsies ran up the stairs to the bunkroom Creeper recognized their voices.
'Shit! It's Spot an' Race!' He thought in dismay, and unconciously his hand slipped from Jade's mouth.
Before he could move and find somewhere to hide Jade woke up with a look of pure terror and pain on her face and she screamed.
Spot and Racetrack heard her scream through the door and the ran to the room, throwing the door open and immediately making false assumptions as to what Creeper was doing by the bed.
"Get away from her!" Spot yelled at Creeper, and he jumped on the bigger boy, tackling him to the ground.
"Are youse okay?" Race asked Jade with concern, kneeling by the bed.
"Leave me alone, Race," she said, and she brought her knees up to her chest and buried her face in her arms.
Race left her and pulled Spot off of Creeper, before he knocked him out.
"Lemme go, Race," Spot said.
"We need ta get information out of 'im, Spot, don't soak 'im quite yet," Race said.
Spot calmed down and turned to Creeper, who was sitting on the floor, trying to stand up.
"What da hell were youse doin' Creepah?" Spot asked dangerously.
"If youse tink Ise was doin' somethin' ta her, youse got it all wrong, Conlon," Creeper answered.
"Den what were youse doin'?" Race asked.
"Gettin' what's rightfully da Bronx's," Creeper replied haughtily.
"Da hell it's da Bronx's," Race spat.
"Jack gave it ta us," Creeper said.
"Oh, so now yoah from da Bronx?" Spot asked in disgust.
Race ignored the comment from Spot and said, "It wasn't Jack's ta give!"
Creeper snorted, "Dat doesn't mattah, jist stay out of dis."
"Right, what happens if Ise stay out of dis, huh? Den da Bronx gets Manhattan!" Race yelled.
Jade looked up in surprise.
'What da hell is goin' on?' She wondered.
"Give us da envelope, Creepah," Spot demanded.
"Ovah my dead body," Creepah said, standing up.
Spot walked up to him and shoved him up against the wall, pressing the cane down on his neck so he couldn't breath.
"The envelope," Spot growled, "Now."
Creeper fumbled with his shirt and pulled out the envelope, handing it to Spot.
Spot backed off and Creeper gasped for air, clutching his throat.
Spot was about to say something as they all heard the front door of the lodging house open and slam shut.
"Creepah!" A voice called up the stairs.
Everyone recognized the voice as Jack Kelly's.
"Answah him, an' tell him ta come up heah," Spot whispered.
Creeper gulped, "Yeah?" He called to Jack.
"Didja get it?" Jack asked, and they could hear him walking up the stairs.
Creeper looked at Spot and Spot nodded.
"Yeah," Creeper yelled to Jack, "But youse need ta come heah."
"Why?" Jack yelled back.
"Jist come heah!" Creeper said.
"Whateveah," Jack grumbled.
"What da hell happened ta you?" Jack asked Creeper as he neared the room, referring to Creepers disheveled appearance, compliments of Spot.
"Hiya, Jacky-boy," Spot said coldly as Jack entered the room.
AN: Dun dun dun!!!!!! Okay, please, please, please, please, please review!!!! I'll never write the next chapter if you don't!!
Comments:
Stripes McKee: Yeah, it's Jack Kelly, and you'll just have to see if he's evil after all……..I wanna fly……..
Shirs: I did to thank you….. at some point…… you're on the list in the chapter where I thanked everyone……..dumbo…….j/k…..
Chapter Twenty-Five
*Hiya, Jacky-Boy*
Creeper grinned as he watched Spot leave the lodging house.
'What an' idiot!' he thought to himself.
Fifteen minutes later Creeper crawled out from underneath the bed where he had been hiding.
Snickering, he opened the door to Spot's room, expecting to have to fight Jade. He was slightly worried, but he knew she was hurt, and he was pretty sure he could beat her.
When Creeper saw that Jade was asleep his smirk widened. He quietly shut the door behind him.
'Now Ise don't even have ta deal with her!' he thought in delight.
He made his way over to the drawer, stopping when Jade stirred and her face contorted in a grimace in her sleep.
'Must be havin' nightmares,' Creeper thought.
He pulled the drawer forward and frowned when it didn't open.
'Huh,' he thought smugly, 'Like a little locked drawer's gonna stop me.'
But he took the time to look for a key in various places around the room, including the closet, because he still didn't want to wake Jade, mainly because he didn't know the extent of her injuries, and she had soaked him pretty bad that one time.
Finally, he decided to give up and just break the thing open. Glancing a little apprehensively at Jade he gripped the drawer handle and pulled with all his might.
The handle broke off with a loud crack, and Jade stirred and moaned a little, as if she was in pain.
Creeper looked at the drawer angrily, as if it was its own fault that Spot had locked it and the handle had broken off.
Creeper gripped the underside of the drawer and yanked hard again. The desk lurched forward and Creeper grimaced as the legs made a terrible squeaking noise when they scratched along the floor.
Jade turned and Creeper paused again, watching her to see if she would awaken. When she didn't he continued with his effort to open the drawer.
Creeper held the top of the desk with one hand and with the other he once again grabbed the underside of the drawer. He pulled as hard as he could and the drawer came flying out.
Creeper was thrown backward and he swore as his back hit the metal foot of the bed. Again Jade turned, and she cried out slightly.
'Wondah what's happenin' ta her in her dream?' Creeper wondered.
He shook his head, 'No time ta waste,' he reminded himself, and he quickly pawed through the contents of the drawer until he came across the envelope that Spot had touched earlier.
"Bingo," Creeper said to himself.
Getting up, Creeper put the envelope in his shirt and brushed himself off. He froze as he heard a noise downstairs.
His heart sped up…… there were two voices, and the people sounded out of breath. Jade moved again, and she tossed and turned violently, mumbling things like, "Stop," and "No, please."
Creeper thought that maybe the voices belonged to some returning newsies, though it was still very early in the afternoon, and he was worried that if Jade woke up she would scream and alert them to his presence in Spot's room.
Hastily Creeper ambled across the room and covered Jade's mouth with his hand, hoping that the newsies would just get something and leave.
But as the newsies ran up the stairs to the bunkroom Creeper recognized their voices.
'Shit! It's Spot an' Race!' He thought in dismay, and unconciously his hand slipped from Jade's mouth.
Before he could move and find somewhere to hide Jade woke up with a look of pure terror and pain on her face and she screamed.
Spot and Racetrack heard her scream through the door and the ran to the room, throwing the door open and immediately making false assumptions as to what Creeper was doing by the bed.
"Get away from her!" Spot yelled at Creeper, and he jumped on the bigger boy, tackling him to the ground.
"Are youse okay?" Race asked Jade with concern, kneeling by the bed.
"Leave me alone, Race," she said, and she brought her knees up to her chest and buried her face in her arms.
Race left her and pulled Spot off of Creeper, before he knocked him out.
"Lemme go, Race," Spot said.
"We need ta get information out of 'im, Spot, don't soak 'im quite yet," Race said.
Spot calmed down and turned to Creeper, who was sitting on the floor, trying to stand up.
"What da hell were youse doin' Creepah?" Spot asked dangerously.
"If youse tink Ise was doin' somethin' ta her, youse got it all wrong, Conlon," Creeper answered.
"Den what were youse doin'?" Race asked.
"Gettin' what's rightfully da Bronx's," Creeper replied haughtily.
"Da hell it's da Bronx's," Race spat.
"Jack gave it ta us," Creeper said.
"Oh, so now yoah from da Bronx?" Spot asked in disgust.
Race ignored the comment from Spot and said, "It wasn't Jack's ta give!"
Creeper snorted, "Dat doesn't mattah, jist stay out of dis."
"Right, what happens if Ise stay out of dis, huh? Den da Bronx gets Manhattan!" Race yelled.
Jade looked up in surprise.
'What da hell is goin' on?' She wondered.
"Give us da envelope, Creepah," Spot demanded.
"Ovah my dead body," Creepah said, standing up.
Spot walked up to him and shoved him up against the wall, pressing the cane down on his neck so he couldn't breath.
"The envelope," Spot growled, "Now."
Creeper fumbled with his shirt and pulled out the envelope, handing it to Spot.
Spot backed off and Creeper gasped for air, clutching his throat.
Spot was about to say something as they all heard the front door of the lodging house open and slam shut.
"Creepah!" A voice called up the stairs.
Everyone recognized the voice as Jack Kelly's.
"Answah him, an' tell him ta come up heah," Spot whispered.
Creeper gulped, "Yeah?" He called to Jack.
"Didja get it?" Jack asked, and they could hear him walking up the stairs.
Creeper looked at Spot and Spot nodded.
"Yeah," Creeper yelled to Jack, "But youse need ta come heah."
"Why?" Jack yelled back.
"Jist come heah!" Creeper said.
"Whateveah," Jack grumbled.
"What da hell happened ta you?" Jack asked Creeper as he neared the room, referring to Creepers disheveled appearance, compliments of Spot.
"Hiya, Jacky-boy," Spot said coldly as Jack entered the room.
AN: Dun dun dun!!!!!! Okay, please, please, please, please, please review!!!! I'll never write the next chapter if you don't!!