Note: Uh I like completely forgot about this and I actually ended up re-reading the whole story cuz I couldn't remember it so I betcha I'm like not as good as before so LAY OFF ME.         

Chapter 31

Blink woke up, his body aching. He felt as if he had been beaten badly, and he couldn't move. Opening his eyes, he shockingly discovered himself tied to a chair placed in a room with nothing and no one but himself and two men with their backs turned toward him, mumbling quietly. There were no windows, so Blink could not recognize his location, or the time of day. Why was he breathing so heavily? He didn't know, but as he looked down, he suddenly saw the deep scars that had been inflicted to him while he was unconscious, and suddenly realized why it was so hard for him to breathe, and he felt the pain even more than before. 

"So you'se awake…"

Blink, who had previously had his head down, had not noticed how the men were already facing him and watching him discover his condition. One was Grinds, the other was Bristles' "father". He was holding a whip that shone brightly, as if it was gloating for doing many great things in its life.

"What are you doin? Why are ya tryin to take our Bristles?"

Grinds chuckled, as if that was the dumbest question the world with the most obvious answer. He then raised the arm with the hand gripping the whip, and brought it down hard onto Blink's chest. Blood trickled down his shirt, but the newsie gritted his teeth hard and did not cry out. He would not show his pain to these people.

"I guess ya know that your Bristles has a lotta money in hoir hands, more den a thousand, no a hundred thousand papes could getcha…"

"Well, if she knows dat dis guy ain't hoir fathah, den what's da whole point of ya scam?"

Grinds roared with laughter. "Ya dumb newsie, didja think we'se gonna let hoir stay alive?"

Blink went numb. "But waddya gonna do wit awl dat money?"

Grinds looked at him, then smiled and said, "ya know, you'se be askin a lotta questions dere, but I don't like peoples bein nosy, how bout you, Mr. Father of Bristles?"

The man was much smaller than Grinds, but the look on his face froze Blink up as he put down the whip on the ground, and pulled out a pistol from the side of his belt. He looked at Blink, den Grinds, who nodded his head, and smiled evilly. He raised the pistol, and aimed it at Blink, who showed no trace of fear on his face.

Then he pulled the trigger.