Well, even though ff.net is still screwed, and I can't seem to get back into it now that I've uploaded all those other chapters...LOL...but I just have to find out what happens to Spot, Savannah, Jack, Race, Sidetracked, and David. I have decided to explain away David now, since I don't like him...sorry if you do. Go write your own story.
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"Jack, see reason! You can't just go killing people."
"Shut up, Mouth." Warned Kid Blink. "He's hell-bent. Just let him go!"
"Blink! I'm surprised at you. How could you just sit by and let him do this.You've got to stop him because..well...you just gotta!"
"Thay ain't gotta do nuthin, Davey." Everyone spun around as Jack finally spoke again. He had been silent since davey had stormed in, twenty minutes earlier. Somehow, he had found out about Jack's threat on the Delancey's. Davey had just barged right in, apparently just taking for granted that he had the right's to be there, and threw open the door to the bunkroom. He had just walked right through the middle, something he had taken to doing everytime he came, no matter what else was going on there. The cards on the 'poker table' blew off and landed all over the floor, so that they could all see the four aces, which ruined Race's hand. The poster of Santa Fe that Jack had stolen out of some side show fell off the door. Then he started telling Jack that he couldn't get his revenge. "So why don't you just go home. Go be with your family. Just make sure no one hurts any of them. Since it's wrong to get revenge."
Davey stood stunned. No one talked to him like that. He was the kid in charge! The David against Goliath! "Don't talk to me like that, Jack. If something happens to your family, I'll be the first to back you up. But your family isn't here, and they never will be again." Davey's voice was getting higher as he went along. He was very angry, and deep down he knew he shouldn't have said that. That the Newsies *were* Jack's family, but it was too late now.
Jack's eyes grew huge, as did Blink's, Mush's, Snipeshooter's, Snap's, Boot's, and Skittery's. They all thought that the newsies were their families, and now David said no. Blink and Mush looked at each other, then lunged at David, knocking him to the ground. Jack whirled around and jumped out the window, on to the fire escape. Snipes walked backwards to his bunk, and collapsed on it, for the first time doubting his 'family'. Snap's couldn't look at Davey anymore, and neither could Skittery. The two went together to the other side of the room, and sat in silence. Boot's just looked at him.
As Mush and Blink each grabbed an arm and hauled him out of the room backwards, Davey caught Boot's eye. The look in them was just like Boot's had looked at Jack when he became a scabber. Betrayed. He had to look away, and his gaze fixed on the hands on his arms. Blink and Mush. Two of the three that were always together. Mind spinning erratically, Davey wondered where Race was.
When the reached the bottom, the boys let go and Davey fell hard down the last two steps. He looked up at them, and was stunned at the hatred he saw there. Mush just turned and walked away, but Blink stepped down to him. Davey was afraid for a second that he was going to be hit, but Blink spoke. "I wanted to hit you back there, Mouth, but family doesn't do that to each other. Get out of here and don't come back to you learn that." Blink went back up with out looking back, and Davey found himself all alone.
Wanting to apologize, but not being wanted, he slowly trudged home.
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Spot opened cabinet after cabinet once in the kitchen, but he couldn't find anything to eat. He expected to open the icebox and find something to make a sandwich with, or something he could eat cold, but there was nothing. There were eggs, of course, and milk, but he didn't know how to fix them. He didn't even know how to turn on the stove.
He decided, after a while, that he would just wait for Savannah to come in and make lunch. He grabbed two pieces of bread from one of the cabinets, and a cup of the milk that had already been treated by the plant down the road. He ate, then set back in the chair to wait. For about ten minutes. Then he got bored and decided to go outside and practice his sling-shot aim. But his sling-shot was upstairs. And that meant going up the steps. He thought about doing that for about five more minutes, before deciding against it altogether. Then he was bored again. He wanted to read the papers, find out what was going on. Try to figure up how much money he was loosing while he was holed up here.
He went to the first logical place...the living room. There was nothing there. Actually, there was a lot there, and Spot decided that it warranted further investigation. But not now. Now, all he wanted to do was read the papers. He began to go back, but a small book caught his eye. It was lying at the bottom of a small bookshelf, and it looked as if it had recently fallen off it's shelf. He bent down, slowly enough to avoid hurting his side, and picked it up. He held it in one hand so he could make a space for it with the other, and it accidentally fell open. It was a photo album.
He closed it quick, feeling somewhat intrusive. Then his curiosity got the better of him. With a quick glance out the window, the one in the kitchen, he saw that Savannah was still out in the barn. She hadn't been out there for more then a half an hour, and it usually took about an hour and a half to get the morning chores done, or at least that's what she had told him yesterday, so he figured it was a right safe time to look into her past. Spot went back into the living room, pulled open the curtains, and set himself down into a large, blue armchair, that was closest to his source of light.
On the first page was a pretty flowing script that said Family Album, and underneath that, it gave the dates as 1880-'and the second date was left blank. He turned the page, and saw a lady in a pretty white dress standing with a man in what looke dlike it would have been a brown suit. (The photos from this time period were still black and white, so that's why Spot is guessing at the colors. ~*A) This was obviously their wedding, as the woman was wearing a short veil, flipped back so that you could see her face. It was a very formal shot, and Spot thought that it must have been expensive to have gotten, since it was dated September 28, 1880. On the facing page, there was another photo of the same woman, now very much pregnant. This picture was not as formal as the other, and was taken in this same room. The walls were the same, and most of the furniture. There was an actual caption for this one, instead of just the date. In the same hand as before, it read: Margaret, 1882, with first baby.
The next page held a photo of a tiny baby, wrapped in a blanket. The caption read: Matthew Jacob, born December 3, 1882. The facing page held yet another photo of baby Matthew, this time with his father. The next two pages held a photo of the woman pregnant with her second child, and then the two children together. The caption under that one read: Matthew and Savannah Margaret, born April 17, 1884.
The next page was yet another pregnancy, but this time the woman was sitting down, one of her other children on either side of her. Matthew was now a toddler, and Savannah still very much a baby. The next page held four children, and for a moment Spot thought that he had missed a page. Upon reading the caption, he learned that this time the woman had twin girls. Born on July 25, 1885, their names were Constance Anne, and Gracie Adelaine. The next few pages were shots of the children as they grew up, and Spot was sad as he thought of all these children, save one, being dead. He turned the next page, and saw the woman and the man this time, sitting on the front porch, with their four children standing around them. The caption gave another date along with the names this time, and Spot found that he had just watched eleven years go by in the lives of this family. The caption read: Matthew, 9. Savannah,8. Constance and Gracie, 6. Margaret and Jacob, married eleven years today.
The next picture was of the woman in a large bed surrounded by pillows, holding the tiniest baby Spot had ever seen. The caption read: Margaret and Daniel Alexander, March 30, 1892. The next three pages held more pictures of the children playing, or sitting in a few stiff, formal pictures, with baby Daniel still looking too tiny to be allowed. Then Spot turned the page and his eyes widened. There was a picture of a man in a coffin. The caption read Jacob Alexander, May 19, 1894. The facing page held another photo of the woman and her children, but once again it was as still and professional as the wedding photo. None of them looked very happy, and the caption simply said: June 12, 1896.
The next page was happier. The woman was standing in front of a small school house, with all her children, but Matthew, and several others, children and adults alike. Margaret was right in the center, and Spot could tell by the books in her arms that she was the teacher. The captions were back fully, and this one read: School opens! September 1, 1897. The next page had two smaller photos on it. One of just the children standing out in the schoolyard, and one of Margaret actually teaching. Once again, Matthew was not in the photo. Spot turned the page wanting to see more of the happy-again family, but he frowned deeply again. The next two pictures were taken in one of the bedrooms in this house.
The first one had Margaret, Daniel, and one of the twins in bed. The other twin was sitting on the floor, looking up into the camera with terribly sad eyes, and holding her sick sister's hand. The caption for this one was in a different hand, and it read: Daniel's birthday, 1898. The other picture was even worse, as it had two beds in the room. Margaret, the twins, and a younger, but now recognizable, Savannah, were in one, and the other held a small body, covered in a thin white sheet. The four in the bed were sobbing, and a tall, thin woman with black hair hovered near the edge. She was looking on the family with a sympathetic look in her eyes, mouth covered with a thin white mask. I Ther shadow of a camera was cast across the floor, and Spot could make out the shadow of a boy in a nightdress behind it, presumably Matthew. The caption was by the second hand, and it simply read: April 9, 1989. It was the last photo, and Spot shut the book. He stood and turned, and found himself face-to-face with a teary-eyed, very angry Savannah.
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dun dun dun....
(sorry...I just had ta!)
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Okay, well....that's the end of this chappie.........and for once, I have nothing to say.*pigs fly by, the fat lady sings, and we decide to go ice skating in the new rink down the street from Satan*
Useless Poll:
Which do you prefer?
A) a dead squid
B) a dead squirrel
C) a dead fluffy bunny
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"Jack, see reason! You can't just go killing people."
"Shut up, Mouth." Warned Kid Blink. "He's hell-bent. Just let him go!"
"Blink! I'm surprised at you. How could you just sit by and let him do this.You've got to stop him because..well...you just gotta!"
"Thay ain't gotta do nuthin, Davey." Everyone spun around as Jack finally spoke again. He had been silent since davey had stormed in, twenty minutes earlier. Somehow, he had found out about Jack's threat on the Delancey's. Davey had just barged right in, apparently just taking for granted that he had the right's to be there, and threw open the door to the bunkroom. He had just walked right through the middle, something he had taken to doing everytime he came, no matter what else was going on there. The cards on the 'poker table' blew off and landed all over the floor, so that they could all see the four aces, which ruined Race's hand. The poster of Santa Fe that Jack had stolen out of some side show fell off the door. Then he started telling Jack that he couldn't get his revenge. "So why don't you just go home. Go be with your family. Just make sure no one hurts any of them. Since it's wrong to get revenge."
Davey stood stunned. No one talked to him like that. He was the kid in charge! The David against Goliath! "Don't talk to me like that, Jack. If something happens to your family, I'll be the first to back you up. But your family isn't here, and they never will be again." Davey's voice was getting higher as he went along. He was very angry, and deep down he knew he shouldn't have said that. That the Newsies *were* Jack's family, but it was too late now.
Jack's eyes grew huge, as did Blink's, Mush's, Snipeshooter's, Snap's, Boot's, and Skittery's. They all thought that the newsies were their families, and now David said no. Blink and Mush looked at each other, then lunged at David, knocking him to the ground. Jack whirled around and jumped out the window, on to the fire escape. Snipes walked backwards to his bunk, and collapsed on it, for the first time doubting his 'family'. Snap's couldn't look at Davey anymore, and neither could Skittery. The two went together to the other side of the room, and sat in silence. Boot's just looked at him.
As Mush and Blink each grabbed an arm and hauled him out of the room backwards, Davey caught Boot's eye. The look in them was just like Boot's had looked at Jack when he became a scabber. Betrayed. He had to look away, and his gaze fixed on the hands on his arms. Blink and Mush. Two of the three that were always together. Mind spinning erratically, Davey wondered where Race was.
When the reached the bottom, the boys let go and Davey fell hard down the last two steps. He looked up at them, and was stunned at the hatred he saw there. Mush just turned and walked away, but Blink stepped down to him. Davey was afraid for a second that he was going to be hit, but Blink spoke. "I wanted to hit you back there, Mouth, but family doesn't do that to each other. Get out of here and don't come back to you learn that." Blink went back up with out looking back, and Davey found himself all alone.
Wanting to apologize, but not being wanted, he slowly trudged home.
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Spot opened cabinet after cabinet once in the kitchen, but he couldn't find anything to eat. He expected to open the icebox and find something to make a sandwich with, or something he could eat cold, but there was nothing. There were eggs, of course, and milk, but he didn't know how to fix them. He didn't even know how to turn on the stove.
He decided, after a while, that he would just wait for Savannah to come in and make lunch. He grabbed two pieces of bread from one of the cabinets, and a cup of the milk that had already been treated by the plant down the road. He ate, then set back in the chair to wait. For about ten minutes. Then he got bored and decided to go outside and practice his sling-shot aim. But his sling-shot was upstairs. And that meant going up the steps. He thought about doing that for about five more minutes, before deciding against it altogether. Then he was bored again. He wanted to read the papers, find out what was going on. Try to figure up how much money he was loosing while he was holed up here.
He went to the first logical place...the living room. There was nothing there. Actually, there was a lot there, and Spot decided that it warranted further investigation. But not now. Now, all he wanted to do was read the papers. He began to go back, but a small book caught his eye. It was lying at the bottom of a small bookshelf, and it looked as if it had recently fallen off it's shelf. He bent down, slowly enough to avoid hurting his side, and picked it up. He held it in one hand so he could make a space for it with the other, and it accidentally fell open. It was a photo album.
He closed it quick, feeling somewhat intrusive. Then his curiosity got the better of him. With a quick glance out the window, the one in the kitchen, he saw that Savannah was still out in the barn. She hadn't been out there for more then a half an hour, and it usually took about an hour and a half to get the morning chores done, or at least that's what she had told him yesterday, so he figured it was a right safe time to look into her past. Spot went back into the living room, pulled open the curtains, and set himself down into a large, blue armchair, that was closest to his source of light.
On the first page was a pretty flowing script that said Family Album, and underneath that, it gave the dates as 1880-'and the second date was left blank. He turned the page, and saw a lady in a pretty white dress standing with a man in what looke dlike it would have been a brown suit. (The photos from this time period were still black and white, so that's why Spot is guessing at the colors. ~*A) This was obviously their wedding, as the woman was wearing a short veil, flipped back so that you could see her face. It was a very formal shot, and Spot thought that it must have been expensive to have gotten, since it was dated September 28, 1880. On the facing page, there was another photo of the same woman, now very much pregnant. This picture was not as formal as the other, and was taken in this same room. The walls were the same, and most of the furniture. There was an actual caption for this one, instead of just the date. In the same hand as before, it read: Margaret, 1882, with first baby.
The next page held a photo of a tiny baby, wrapped in a blanket. The caption read: Matthew Jacob, born December 3, 1882. The facing page held yet another photo of baby Matthew, this time with his father. The next two pages held a photo of the woman pregnant with her second child, and then the two children together. The caption under that one read: Matthew and Savannah Margaret, born April 17, 1884.
The next page was yet another pregnancy, but this time the woman was sitting down, one of her other children on either side of her. Matthew was now a toddler, and Savannah still very much a baby. The next page held four children, and for a moment Spot thought that he had missed a page. Upon reading the caption, he learned that this time the woman had twin girls. Born on July 25, 1885, their names were Constance Anne, and Gracie Adelaine. The next few pages were shots of the children as they grew up, and Spot was sad as he thought of all these children, save one, being dead. He turned the next page, and saw the woman and the man this time, sitting on the front porch, with their four children standing around them. The caption gave another date along with the names this time, and Spot found that he had just watched eleven years go by in the lives of this family. The caption read: Matthew, 9. Savannah,8. Constance and Gracie, 6. Margaret and Jacob, married eleven years today.
The next picture was of the woman in a large bed surrounded by pillows, holding the tiniest baby Spot had ever seen. The caption read: Margaret and Daniel Alexander, March 30, 1892. The next three pages held more pictures of the children playing, or sitting in a few stiff, formal pictures, with baby Daniel still looking too tiny to be allowed. Then Spot turned the page and his eyes widened. There was a picture of a man in a coffin. The caption read Jacob Alexander, May 19, 1894. The facing page held another photo of the woman and her children, but once again it was as still and professional as the wedding photo. None of them looked very happy, and the caption simply said: June 12, 1896.
The next page was happier. The woman was standing in front of a small school house, with all her children, but Matthew, and several others, children and adults alike. Margaret was right in the center, and Spot could tell by the books in her arms that she was the teacher. The captions were back fully, and this one read: School opens! September 1, 1897. The next page had two smaller photos on it. One of just the children standing out in the schoolyard, and one of Margaret actually teaching. Once again, Matthew was not in the photo. Spot turned the page wanting to see more of the happy-again family, but he frowned deeply again. The next two pictures were taken in one of the bedrooms in this house.
The first one had Margaret, Daniel, and one of the twins in bed. The other twin was sitting on the floor, looking up into the camera with terribly sad eyes, and holding her sick sister's hand. The caption for this one was in a different hand, and it read: Daniel's birthday, 1898. The other picture was even worse, as it had two beds in the room. Margaret, the twins, and a younger, but now recognizable, Savannah, were in one, and the other held a small body, covered in a thin white sheet. The four in the bed were sobbing, and a tall, thin woman with black hair hovered near the edge. She was looking on the family with a sympathetic look in her eyes, mouth covered with a thin white mask. I Ther shadow of a camera was cast across the floor, and Spot could make out the shadow of a boy in a nightdress behind it, presumably Matthew. The caption was by the second hand, and it simply read: April 9, 1989. It was the last photo, and Spot shut the book. He stood and turned, and found himself face-to-face with a teary-eyed, very angry Savannah.
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dun dun dun....
(sorry...I just had ta!)
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Okay, well....that's the end of this chappie.........and for once, I have nothing to say.*pigs fly by, the fat lady sings, and we decide to go ice skating in the new rink down the street from Satan*
Useless Poll:
Which do you prefer?
A) a dead squid
B) a dead squirrel
C) a dead fluffy bunny
Read? Review!
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