Chapter 10-Unfortunate Happenings
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"Well, you were shoah impatient ta get outta there." Sly observed as they walked down the street towards the restaurant.
"Dey woulda started askin' questions, dat I didn' wanna answer." Sly and Raider exchanged a meaningful look before turning it on Slick, "Shuddup." They shrugged, and continued on.
*********** "Moider?" Jack breathed
"Dat would explain why she's 'ere now." Spot said quietly. Even he was caught off guard by the article.
The entire bunkroom was in silent shock, sure Slick was known for her attitude and quick temper, and yeah she was even a little dangerous, but deadly? They just couldn't imagine Slick killing somebody, much less TWO somebodies and almost a third.
Blink just sat on his top bunk motionless, nothing was going through his mind, it had just screeched to a standstill, no thoughts would register. No thoughts, just words, just two words: Brooklyn and murder.
"Blink?" The silence was broken by a whisper from Mush. Blink's good eye turned towards his friend, the normal glint gone, now void of any expression. Several more pairs of eyes turned to Blink, it was known by all that Slick and Blink were inseparable best friends. (Author pauses to hug a distressed Blink)
"Whadda we do now?" Skittery spoke the question on almost everyone's mind.
Jack and Spot looked at each other, "It ain't my turf" was all Spot said.
All eyes now rested on Jack, to see what would befall their friend. Jack looked around at his newsies, it hurt him to think of Slick as a murderer, but he had to remind himself that each newsie here had his or her own history, some which weren't so pleasant in themselves. Yet, on the other hand, none of the rest of them were wanted for murder. "She......she can stay 'ere, but when she gets back wes gonna talk dis all out, Sly an' Raider included." Blink let out an inaudible sigh of relief, glad for the moment anyway, that his friend wasn't going to be kicked out.
Speak of the devil. Moments after Jack's statement, the bunkroom door opened revealing an arguing Sly and Raider. "If you hadn't started in again, she wouldn' have ditched us!" Sly yelled at Raider, his normally easy-going nature gone, and replaced with irritation, and anger. The two stopped dead seeing the other newsies. "Shit" Sly said under his breath
"Where is she?" Jack asked his voice, unnaturally quiet.
"Uhmmm...." Sly started, looking at Raider for any help in the matter.
"She ran off." Raider stated, his eyes blazing, daring anyone to question him further. No one did. Instead, Spot, got off the bunk he'd been sitting on and stormed passed the two Chicagoans, out the door. The rest of the bunkroom was left in uneasy silence as the two made their way to their bunks, Sly was about to say something, when Raider cut him off with a curt, "Shuddup Sly."
Sly frowned and made his way to his abandoned bag. A newspaper had been roughly shoved back into his bag, he picked up frowning even more as he glanced over it. 'MAY 11, 1900' his eyes got wide, it was the murder article. He looked quickly around the room trying to figure out if someone had read it, the newsies that were in the room had moved and were dispersed around, going about their normal activities. The uneasiness that had been in the room when he and Raider had walked in was gone now. He shook his head, stuck the paper deep into his bag, and swung up onto the top bunk.
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Jack let his breath out slowly, and relaxed slightly, Sly had noticed the newspaper article, but he obviously didn't think they'd read it. He glanced around at his newsies and noticed a few missing, "'Ey, Rice, Crispy," He addressed the newsie twins (A/N: yeah I know more twins, sry, but I love twins!) sitting on the bunk beside him playing a card game, " who's missin'?"
The two looked around, they were keen eyed and knew most of the things that happened at the Lodging House, "Uh, Boots an' Snipes." One of them said, Jack was pretty sure it was Rice.
"T'anks" He said and walked over to where the poker game was going on.
A good five minutes later the bunkroom flew open again and a very pissed off looking Slick entered, followed by Spot. The bunkroom inhabitants looked up, doing their best to disguise their unease, but Slick didn't even give them a passing glance as she stalked over to her bunk. Sly jumped down from his and Raider got up quickly, and it was only a matter of seconds before an argument broke out. None of them were able to understand it due to the fact they kept it strictly in Italian, Race could only pick up a few words here and there, but all of them knew by the tone of the voices, it wasn't a pleasant argument.
Slick's eyes were a blazing storm-gray as she yelled something at Raider, before spinning around and plopping down on her bunk her eyes straight ahead. Everyone, including Sly and Raider, knew to leave her alone when her eyes got that color and she got that intense look on her face. Raider, turned too and sat back down on his bunk, he eyes also blazing.
Sly looked between his two friends and then at the newsies sitting in their own places, all looking at him, Raider and Slick. He closed his eyes tightly, he was tired of this, it hurt him to always be stuck in the middle. Sitting down on the floor between the two bunks, Sly let his shoulders sag as he put his head in his hands, willing himself to keep a strong outer composure, while inside he felt like he was being ripped apart. (Author gives huge hug to Sly)
The bunkroom went slowly back to doing their own thing, trying to break the horrible silence. Jack turned to Spot, "Where didja find 'er?"
"A few roofs ova." Jack nodded and hung his head, this was getting tiring.
It was perhaps a full ten minutes this time before the bunk door opened again, but much slower this time. It revealed two young newsies, with a very beat up looking Snipeshooter leaning heavily on an exhausted Boots, who was doing his best to support him.
"Gawd! What 'appened?!" Jack demanded as Mush and Skittery rushed to pick up Snipeshooter and put him in his own bed
"'E....'e was beat up." Boots said between gulps of air.
"I can see dat, but by who?"
"I dunno, I wasn't 'round 'im right den.
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While Jack was interrogating Boots, Raider leaned over the end of his bunk to talk to Blink, who was sitting in front of it. "Who is dat?"
"Snipes."
Sly's head shot up and he looked at Raider wide-eyed, Raider looked the same way, as both heads turned to Slick, who had gone ghostly white, her eyes wide with fear. "NO." She breathed.
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Jack turned to Snipeshooter to get an explanation for what had happened, but the poor kid had passed out cold. "Tell me what 'appened." He said quietly to Boots.
"I was out meetin' somea my friends from Mid-Town an' when I was on me way back 'ere I came across Snipes layin' on da sidewalk, dere was dis guy beside 'im. I ran up an' demanded ta know what 'appened, all dis guy said was he was walkin' down da street when 'e saw dis guy beatin' Snipes 'ere up, 'e ran up ta 'elp an' da guy ran off. Da guy says 'e gotta good look at da guy an' 'e'll go ta da cops tamarra an' tell 'em." Boots explained to the silent bunkroom.
"An' you let him?" Slick's quiet voice asked from across the room.
Boots looked confusedly at Slick, "Yeah."
"Hey, um...Raider, ya know 'ow ta clean cuts, come'ere a sec." Mush said from Snipeshooters' side.
Raider complied, with a sickening feeling in his gut, he knew what he would find when he looked at the cuts on Snipes' left arm. Taking Mush's place, he lifted up Snipes' ripped left sleeve. He heard both Slick and Sly swear whole-heartedly in Italian behind him, turning he looked Slick in the eye.
Her eyes were wide, and filled with fear as she looked upon the serpent winding itself around Snipes' arm, tearing her gaze away from Raider she looked at her own left arm, which still had the bandages on it. Taking a deep breath, Slick ripped the bandages off, and looked at the matching mark running around her upper arm. Her stomach went queasy before hardening, hatred surged through her entire being. Snake. She was sure that Snake had been the one Boots had met up with beside Snipes' and fed him those lines, all of them except the one about going to the cops. "NO!!!!!!!" Slick yelled, her voice full of anguish, pain, and hatred. Everyone looked at her startled, "NO!!!!!!!" Tears started to fall as she collapsed to the floor.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: WOW, ok, um...I'm coming to the end of holding you all in suspense ::pouts big time::, the next chapter will hopefully answer all of you questions, the story will go on after that but it may not be suspense anymore. Uh, if you are confused about the importance of Snipes getting beaten go back and read the Chicago article in chapter 9. No Rice an' Crispy aren't mentioned much, but I jus' happened to use those names in like chapter 4 or somethin' an' needed new people to talk. Ok, I'm done with my note, and will now go on to Shout Outs! OH, KEEP REVIEWING!!!!!!!
§ SHOUT OUTS §
IRISH FURY: Well, I'm sure you can tell Jack and Spot are jus a LITTLE unnerved, an' well, Jack doesn' have any plans to kick her out.....at least not at the minute!! :-D Thank ya!
LUCKY: I know I'm being evil, but cliff hangers are soooooooo fun to write!
EMU: SORRY! Thank you for comin back ta read it!
KTSTAR: You get a prize! Not sure what it is yet.... I love always getting reviews from you! Did you expect this part to happen??
SPLASH: Cliff hangers are a BLAST to write! I love keeping people in suspense, makes me feel powerful MUAWHAHA, ok, too much sugar and caffeine in the Mtn. Dew! Uhm, did you ever think of this twist that I put in this chapter?? Ok, so here's your post, an' hopefully this chap. Isn't TOO much torture! :-D
RUMOR: ::hugs poor Blink:: I know. I don' think I dropped any bomb shells this time ::looks up worriedly:: I'll give ya more secrets in the next chappie k?
STRIPES MCKEE: Uh oh, what happened to CLIFF HANGER?!?!?!? I think he's on his way up the cliff, but he ain't there yet!! ^. ~
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"Well, you were shoah impatient ta get outta there." Sly observed as they walked down the street towards the restaurant.
"Dey woulda started askin' questions, dat I didn' wanna answer." Sly and Raider exchanged a meaningful look before turning it on Slick, "Shuddup." They shrugged, and continued on.
*********** "Moider?" Jack breathed
"Dat would explain why she's 'ere now." Spot said quietly. Even he was caught off guard by the article.
The entire bunkroom was in silent shock, sure Slick was known for her attitude and quick temper, and yeah she was even a little dangerous, but deadly? They just couldn't imagine Slick killing somebody, much less TWO somebodies and almost a third.
Blink just sat on his top bunk motionless, nothing was going through his mind, it had just screeched to a standstill, no thoughts would register. No thoughts, just words, just two words: Brooklyn and murder.
"Blink?" The silence was broken by a whisper from Mush. Blink's good eye turned towards his friend, the normal glint gone, now void of any expression. Several more pairs of eyes turned to Blink, it was known by all that Slick and Blink were inseparable best friends. (Author pauses to hug a distressed Blink)
"Whadda we do now?" Skittery spoke the question on almost everyone's mind.
Jack and Spot looked at each other, "It ain't my turf" was all Spot said.
All eyes now rested on Jack, to see what would befall their friend. Jack looked around at his newsies, it hurt him to think of Slick as a murderer, but he had to remind himself that each newsie here had his or her own history, some which weren't so pleasant in themselves. Yet, on the other hand, none of the rest of them were wanted for murder. "She......she can stay 'ere, but when she gets back wes gonna talk dis all out, Sly an' Raider included." Blink let out an inaudible sigh of relief, glad for the moment anyway, that his friend wasn't going to be kicked out.
Speak of the devil. Moments after Jack's statement, the bunkroom door opened revealing an arguing Sly and Raider. "If you hadn't started in again, she wouldn' have ditched us!" Sly yelled at Raider, his normally easy-going nature gone, and replaced with irritation, and anger. The two stopped dead seeing the other newsies. "Shit" Sly said under his breath
"Where is she?" Jack asked his voice, unnaturally quiet.
"Uhmmm...." Sly started, looking at Raider for any help in the matter.
"She ran off." Raider stated, his eyes blazing, daring anyone to question him further. No one did. Instead, Spot, got off the bunk he'd been sitting on and stormed passed the two Chicagoans, out the door. The rest of the bunkroom was left in uneasy silence as the two made their way to their bunks, Sly was about to say something, when Raider cut him off with a curt, "Shuddup Sly."
Sly frowned and made his way to his abandoned bag. A newspaper had been roughly shoved back into his bag, he picked up frowning even more as he glanced over it. 'MAY 11, 1900' his eyes got wide, it was the murder article. He looked quickly around the room trying to figure out if someone had read it, the newsies that were in the room had moved and were dispersed around, going about their normal activities. The uneasiness that had been in the room when he and Raider had walked in was gone now. He shook his head, stuck the paper deep into his bag, and swung up onto the top bunk.
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Jack let his breath out slowly, and relaxed slightly, Sly had noticed the newspaper article, but he obviously didn't think they'd read it. He glanced around at his newsies and noticed a few missing, "'Ey, Rice, Crispy," He addressed the newsie twins (A/N: yeah I know more twins, sry, but I love twins!) sitting on the bunk beside him playing a card game, " who's missin'?"
The two looked around, they were keen eyed and knew most of the things that happened at the Lodging House, "Uh, Boots an' Snipes." One of them said, Jack was pretty sure it was Rice.
"T'anks" He said and walked over to where the poker game was going on.
A good five minutes later the bunkroom flew open again and a very pissed off looking Slick entered, followed by Spot. The bunkroom inhabitants looked up, doing their best to disguise their unease, but Slick didn't even give them a passing glance as she stalked over to her bunk. Sly jumped down from his and Raider got up quickly, and it was only a matter of seconds before an argument broke out. None of them were able to understand it due to the fact they kept it strictly in Italian, Race could only pick up a few words here and there, but all of them knew by the tone of the voices, it wasn't a pleasant argument.
Slick's eyes were a blazing storm-gray as she yelled something at Raider, before spinning around and plopping down on her bunk her eyes straight ahead. Everyone, including Sly and Raider, knew to leave her alone when her eyes got that color and she got that intense look on her face. Raider, turned too and sat back down on his bunk, he eyes also blazing.
Sly looked between his two friends and then at the newsies sitting in their own places, all looking at him, Raider and Slick. He closed his eyes tightly, he was tired of this, it hurt him to always be stuck in the middle. Sitting down on the floor between the two bunks, Sly let his shoulders sag as he put his head in his hands, willing himself to keep a strong outer composure, while inside he felt like he was being ripped apart. (Author gives huge hug to Sly)
The bunkroom went slowly back to doing their own thing, trying to break the horrible silence. Jack turned to Spot, "Where didja find 'er?"
"A few roofs ova." Jack nodded and hung his head, this was getting tiring.
It was perhaps a full ten minutes this time before the bunk door opened again, but much slower this time. It revealed two young newsies, with a very beat up looking Snipeshooter leaning heavily on an exhausted Boots, who was doing his best to support him.
"Gawd! What 'appened?!" Jack demanded as Mush and Skittery rushed to pick up Snipeshooter and put him in his own bed
"'E....'e was beat up." Boots said between gulps of air.
"I can see dat, but by who?"
"I dunno, I wasn't 'round 'im right den.
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While Jack was interrogating Boots, Raider leaned over the end of his bunk to talk to Blink, who was sitting in front of it. "Who is dat?"
"Snipes."
Sly's head shot up and he looked at Raider wide-eyed, Raider looked the same way, as both heads turned to Slick, who had gone ghostly white, her eyes wide with fear. "NO." She breathed.
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Jack turned to Snipeshooter to get an explanation for what had happened, but the poor kid had passed out cold. "Tell me what 'appened." He said quietly to Boots.
"I was out meetin' somea my friends from Mid-Town an' when I was on me way back 'ere I came across Snipes layin' on da sidewalk, dere was dis guy beside 'im. I ran up an' demanded ta know what 'appened, all dis guy said was he was walkin' down da street when 'e saw dis guy beatin' Snipes 'ere up, 'e ran up ta 'elp an' da guy ran off. Da guy says 'e gotta good look at da guy an' 'e'll go ta da cops tamarra an' tell 'em." Boots explained to the silent bunkroom.
"An' you let him?" Slick's quiet voice asked from across the room.
Boots looked confusedly at Slick, "Yeah."
"Hey, um...Raider, ya know 'ow ta clean cuts, come'ere a sec." Mush said from Snipeshooters' side.
Raider complied, with a sickening feeling in his gut, he knew what he would find when he looked at the cuts on Snipes' left arm. Taking Mush's place, he lifted up Snipes' ripped left sleeve. He heard both Slick and Sly swear whole-heartedly in Italian behind him, turning he looked Slick in the eye.
Her eyes were wide, and filled with fear as she looked upon the serpent winding itself around Snipes' arm, tearing her gaze away from Raider she looked at her own left arm, which still had the bandages on it. Taking a deep breath, Slick ripped the bandages off, and looked at the matching mark running around her upper arm. Her stomach went queasy before hardening, hatred surged through her entire being. Snake. She was sure that Snake had been the one Boots had met up with beside Snipes' and fed him those lines, all of them except the one about going to the cops. "NO!!!!!!!" Slick yelled, her voice full of anguish, pain, and hatred. Everyone looked at her startled, "NO!!!!!!!" Tears started to fall as she collapsed to the floor.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: WOW, ok, um...I'm coming to the end of holding you all in suspense ::pouts big time::, the next chapter will hopefully answer all of you questions, the story will go on after that but it may not be suspense anymore. Uh, if you are confused about the importance of Snipes getting beaten go back and read the Chicago article in chapter 9. No Rice an' Crispy aren't mentioned much, but I jus' happened to use those names in like chapter 4 or somethin' an' needed new people to talk. Ok, I'm done with my note, and will now go on to Shout Outs! OH, KEEP REVIEWING!!!!!!!
§ SHOUT OUTS §
IRISH FURY: Well, I'm sure you can tell Jack and Spot are jus a LITTLE unnerved, an' well, Jack doesn' have any plans to kick her out.....at least not at the minute!! :-D Thank ya!
LUCKY: I know I'm being evil, but cliff hangers are soooooooo fun to write!
EMU: SORRY! Thank you for comin back ta read it!
KTSTAR: You get a prize! Not sure what it is yet.... I love always getting reviews from you! Did you expect this part to happen??
SPLASH: Cliff hangers are a BLAST to write! I love keeping people in suspense, makes me feel powerful MUAWHAHA, ok, too much sugar and caffeine in the Mtn. Dew! Uhm, did you ever think of this twist that I put in this chapter?? Ok, so here's your post, an' hopefully this chap. Isn't TOO much torture! :-D
RUMOR: ::hugs poor Blink:: I know. I don' think I dropped any bomb shells this time ::looks up worriedly:: I'll give ya more secrets in the next chappie k?
STRIPES MCKEE: Uh oh, what happened to CLIFF HANGER?!?!?!? I think he's on his way up the cliff, but he ain't there yet!! ^. ~