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Note: This chapter takes place after the strike. It also contains mentions of slash (very unusual pairing!) and super-dee-duper evil newsies. As if you weren't expecting that. I have also reached the end of everything I've planned for this story. So any and all ideas are welcome. (*hinthintnudgenudge*)
BEFORE YOU READ THIS: Here is a contract stating that you will not kill, maim, or otherwise harm me because of this chapter's contents. If you would just sign here and here. Thank you.
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It rained this morning, and when I got back from selling the only thing on my mind was a change of clothing. I could tell that something was different as soon as I walked into the Lodging House. Everyone was sitting in the lobby, talking quietly. Several of them started up when I opened the door. I knew better than to ask, though, and headed upstairs without a word.
The bunkroom was strange and quiet with on one in it, and I changed as quickly as I could. I hung my wet shirt over the side of the bunk to dry and turned to go back.
As I was descending the stairs, the door opened once again to admit Mush, worn out and wet, but cheerful. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kloppman vanish into his office and close the door, blocking out whatever was about to happen.
Kid Blink stood and crossed the now silent room until he stood just inches away from Mush, who was looking distinctly uncomfortable.
"You'll never guess what I saw today in the alley off of Bleaker. I saw you and Swifty. And it looked an awful lot like the two of you was kissin'." He practically spat the last word. His statement caused quite some excitement and boys began to whisper and mutter to each other all around the room.
"No! No! It ain't true! Don't listen to him!" Mush began to panic, backing toward the door. Suddenly, a scream echoed from outside. Snitch leapt to his feet and kicked the door open. We could all see Snoddy holding Swifty at knifepoint against the opposite building.
"Why don't you go and help your lover? Faggot!" Without warning, Blink swung at his friend. Mush ducked, then turned and bolted outside. A wave of boys surged out after him. They crowded around where Swifty and Snoddy were fighting for the knife. The screams got louder and louder until Swifty got away. He was running, running, and then Specs came out of nowhere with a club and the screaming stopped.
As one, the boys turned and went back inside, leaving two broken, mangled bodies on the street. It had only taken a few minutes. I didn't check for a pulse- even that one act would've condemned me.
Besides, I knew there wouldn't have been one.
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*Runs away from screaming angry fans who are out for her blood* look! *Waves contract around* you said you wouldn't hurt me! Aaaaaaah!!!!!!
Sorry, guys, but I had to do it. *sniffles* Can't believe I wrote that…
Please, any ideas for future chapters are encouraged! Or else you might not get an update while I sit here trying to think of one.