Star Crossed Lovers- by Crunch
*Misprint- ya know what's fuuny? I REALLY wish that I could write like you!! Well, that's not really funny, just ironic. *runs to turn on Alainis Morsette, humming 'isn't it iiiiiiiiironic, don't ya think?'* Mispriiiiiiiint, your reviews make me so HAPPY! :D p.s. love your websight!!
*Doll Face- *glares menacingly* silence. An owl hoots. Crickets chirp. *more silence* SOOOOOOOMEONE isn't updating!!! Hehe, no j/k, you take your time, just don't take too much!;) Thankyou so much, my favorite loyal reviewer. It means so much that you evem read my crappy one chapters, awwwwwwwwww I feel so loved. *smile*
*Falco- Thankyou
*Falco - so much
*Falco - for
*Falco - reviewing!!! Keep r/r, you rock!!
Shortie- oh, you said you had a cold. Or maybe it was someone else, I dunno. I swear I'd loose my cabbie hat if it weren't attatched. So Any whooooooooooo, HOO YAH! The *Fantastic minion/idol/writer/quick-update- goddess award* Sniffle. I feel as if my whole live has been leading up to this moment! Oh, I know I know, I'm stupid. Im a stupid person, but this means I'll make it up to ya by making your part even BIGGER!! MUAHAAHAAHAA. . . *cough* ahem. Ok, so Blink is gone, and Baron got his, and Race is a fool, but here ya go, an update all the same. Enjoy! REVIEW! P.s. I LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOVE your new story! It so rocks!!!
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Ruby leaned over the warped and peeling window sill of the Brooklyn Girls Lodging House, anxiously waiting for nightfall. Already the fiery sun was sinking low over the horizon of run down factories to the west, leaving it's tell-tale trails of blood red clouds dispersed across the darkening skies. The newsgirl remained oblivious to the beauty.
"Comeon, Racetrack." She hissed between clenched teeth. After arranging to meet her brand new husband out on the fire escape at the first signs of night, she'd rushed home in a state of ecstacy, counting down the minutes until the first stars appeared in the sky. 'He should be here soon.' She practically jumped out of her skin at the thoughts of happily ever after wedded bliss zooming through her mind at a million miles an hour.
"RUBY! RUBY!" she turned as Nanny came barreling in, then slowed to a brisk walk, nodding to the lingering group of newsgirls casting suspicious glares her way. "Ruby, he's dead!" The sweating young woman dropped her voice to a whisper as she approached. "he's dead, fah gawd's sake!"
"Dead?" She gripped the window sill tighter to gain purchase as the world spun beneath her feet. Racetrack, her husband? She's barely gotten use to the word, and now he was dead?
"And Racetrack, who'd have thought?
"Wait. . .wait." She wasn't ready, she hadn't been expecting this. "Dat aint possible. Tell me it aint."
"It IS!" Nan glanced around sheepishly and regained control of her voice. "I saw it meself! Well, no, I didn't see it. But Lady did!"
"Lady?" This wasn't making any sence.
"Oh, Baron, 'e wasn't such a bad guy after all! Soah, 'e was a little bit of a prick, and 'e weren't much ta look at, but he was a good guy!"
"WHAT?" It was Ruby's turn to lower her voice as the crowd began to stir warily. "Both of 'em, Baron and Race? Der both dead?"
"Baron's dead, an' Race is on da lamb! 'E had ta run away after 'e killed Baron!"
"Racetrack did what? He. . .he killed Baron? But, how could'e, he was so good!"
"Ahh, jus' like me ol' mudder said, nevah trust a man. Oh, where's me whisky?" She whiped a puggy hand across her glistening forhead, gazing around in search of a bottle. "I need a drink. I can't believe Race could be such a. . ."
"Nanny, don't!" She cried, regaining her composure. Ofcourse, this was all a misunderstanding. Racetrack would have a perfectly good explanation, when she saw him. "I should nevah have doubted 'im, Race is a good guy. He's one of da good ones."
"But he killed Baron!"
"But he's me husband." Ruby shook her head and whiped the tears from her eyes. "He must a had a good reason. I know Race wouldn't hoit noone widout a reason. Baron was prolly about ta kill him. At least Racetrack's alive." She turned to face the fire escape, gratitude overbearing her grief. "Racetrack's alive, and dat's all dat matters."
Nanny shrugged, as always, willing to think whichever way she was told. If Ruby was happy, well, that was good enough for her. "Is there anythin' I could do?"
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"Dis can't be happening." Race shook his head numbly as Mush helped bandage the cuts on his side. Kloppman ceased pacing nervously in the background and looked over. "Whadya mean, I can't go back to Brooklyn?"
"It's better then death, isn't it." The old man peered anxiously out the dusk streaked windows of his brother' church, the last place left to go. The bulls would be searching for Racetrack; by now they were sure to have discovered the Lodging House. Even this small haven wouldn't be safe for long.
Racetrack sniffed. "I guess dat's a matter of opinion. Me, I'd take death."
Kloppman shook his head. "Don't talk like that. Believe it or not, there is a world outside Manhatten. It's a pretty big one, too."
"There aint no world outside Manhatten. Dis is where I lived all me life, as long as I could remember. Dis is where all me bruddas are. Where Ruby is. . . What am I gonna do, Kloppman?"
"You're not dead, Racetrack. Just. . .expelled."
"Yeah. Same t'ing." Kloppman sighed and looked the desparate young man up and down.
"You're crazy, Racetrack." Indignant, the newsie leaped to his feet, grimacing as he strained his wounds.
"You got no idea, Kloppman! If you was my age, and you loved a goil as much as I do. ." He trailed off as an ominous knock shook the barred, stained-glass doors. The three stopped cold, paralyzed with fear, waiting helplessly for the Bulls to burst in and grab Racetrack at any moment.
"Racetrack, come on." Mush hissed, pulling is dazed friend by the arm to hide in the confessional. With a quick glance to make sure the two were out of sight, and after adjusting his spectacles, Kloppman strode towards the door and pulled it open with all the confidence he could muster.
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I know, I know it's short. But what can I say, I was getting update- anxiety. So here ya go! Now stop reading my ramble and go review. What did I just say? REVIEW!!!
*Misprint- ya know what's fuuny? I REALLY wish that I could write like you!! Well, that's not really funny, just ironic. *runs to turn on Alainis Morsette, humming 'isn't it iiiiiiiiironic, don't ya think?'* Mispriiiiiiiint, your reviews make me so HAPPY! :D p.s. love your websight!!
*Doll Face- *glares menacingly* silence. An owl hoots. Crickets chirp. *more silence* SOOOOOOOMEONE isn't updating!!! Hehe, no j/k, you take your time, just don't take too much!;) Thankyou so much, my favorite loyal reviewer. It means so much that you evem read my crappy one chapters, awwwwwwwwww I feel so loved. *smile*
*Falco- Thankyou
*Falco - so much
*Falco - for
*Falco - reviewing!!! Keep r/r, you rock!!
Shortie- oh, you said you had a cold. Or maybe it was someone else, I dunno. I swear I'd loose my cabbie hat if it weren't attatched. So Any whooooooooooo, HOO YAH! The *Fantastic minion/idol/writer/quick-update- goddess award* Sniffle. I feel as if my whole live has been leading up to this moment! Oh, I know I know, I'm stupid. Im a stupid person, but this means I'll make it up to ya by making your part even BIGGER!! MUAHAAHAAHAA. . . *cough* ahem. Ok, so Blink is gone, and Baron got his, and Race is a fool, but here ya go, an update all the same. Enjoy! REVIEW! P.s. I LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOVE your new story! It so rocks!!!
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Ruby leaned over the warped and peeling window sill of the Brooklyn Girls Lodging House, anxiously waiting for nightfall. Already the fiery sun was sinking low over the horizon of run down factories to the west, leaving it's tell-tale trails of blood red clouds dispersed across the darkening skies. The newsgirl remained oblivious to the beauty.
"Comeon, Racetrack." She hissed between clenched teeth. After arranging to meet her brand new husband out on the fire escape at the first signs of night, she'd rushed home in a state of ecstacy, counting down the minutes until the first stars appeared in the sky. 'He should be here soon.' She practically jumped out of her skin at the thoughts of happily ever after wedded bliss zooming through her mind at a million miles an hour.
"RUBY! RUBY!" she turned as Nanny came barreling in, then slowed to a brisk walk, nodding to the lingering group of newsgirls casting suspicious glares her way. "Ruby, he's dead!" The sweating young woman dropped her voice to a whisper as she approached. "he's dead, fah gawd's sake!"
"Dead?" She gripped the window sill tighter to gain purchase as the world spun beneath her feet. Racetrack, her husband? She's barely gotten use to the word, and now he was dead?
"And Racetrack, who'd have thought?
"Wait. . .wait." She wasn't ready, she hadn't been expecting this. "Dat aint possible. Tell me it aint."
"It IS!" Nan glanced around sheepishly and regained control of her voice. "I saw it meself! Well, no, I didn't see it. But Lady did!"
"Lady?" This wasn't making any sence.
"Oh, Baron, 'e wasn't such a bad guy after all! Soah, 'e was a little bit of a prick, and 'e weren't much ta look at, but he was a good guy!"
"WHAT?" It was Ruby's turn to lower her voice as the crowd began to stir warily. "Both of 'em, Baron and Race? Der both dead?"
"Baron's dead, an' Race is on da lamb! 'E had ta run away after 'e killed Baron!"
"Racetrack did what? He. . .he killed Baron? But, how could'e, he was so good!"
"Ahh, jus' like me ol' mudder said, nevah trust a man. Oh, where's me whisky?" She whiped a puggy hand across her glistening forhead, gazing around in search of a bottle. "I need a drink. I can't believe Race could be such a. . ."
"Nanny, don't!" She cried, regaining her composure. Ofcourse, this was all a misunderstanding. Racetrack would have a perfectly good explanation, when she saw him. "I should nevah have doubted 'im, Race is a good guy. He's one of da good ones."
"But he killed Baron!"
"But he's me husband." Ruby shook her head and whiped the tears from her eyes. "He must a had a good reason. I know Race wouldn't hoit noone widout a reason. Baron was prolly about ta kill him. At least Racetrack's alive." She turned to face the fire escape, gratitude overbearing her grief. "Racetrack's alive, and dat's all dat matters."
Nanny shrugged, as always, willing to think whichever way she was told. If Ruby was happy, well, that was good enough for her. "Is there anythin' I could do?"
*.*.*.*
"Dis can't be happening." Race shook his head numbly as Mush helped bandage the cuts on his side. Kloppman ceased pacing nervously in the background and looked over. "Whadya mean, I can't go back to Brooklyn?"
"It's better then death, isn't it." The old man peered anxiously out the dusk streaked windows of his brother' church, the last place left to go. The bulls would be searching for Racetrack; by now they were sure to have discovered the Lodging House. Even this small haven wouldn't be safe for long.
Racetrack sniffed. "I guess dat's a matter of opinion. Me, I'd take death."
Kloppman shook his head. "Don't talk like that. Believe it or not, there is a world outside Manhatten. It's a pretty big one, too."
"There aint no world outside Manhatten. Dis is where I lived all me life, as long as I could remember. Dis is where all me bruddas are. Where Ruby is. . . What am I gonna do, Kloppman?"
"You're not dead, Racetrack. Just. . .expelled."
"Yeah. Same t'ing." Kloppman sighed and looked the desparate young man up and down.
"You're crazy, Racetrack." Indignant, the newsie leaped to his feet, grimacing as he strained his wounds.
"You got no idea, Kloppman! If you was my age, and you loved a goil as much as I do. ." He trailed off as an ominous knock shook the barred, stained-glass doors. The three stopped cold, paralyzed with fear, waiting helplessly for the Bulls to burst in and grab Racetrack at any moment.
"Racetrack, come on." Mush hissed, pulling is dazed friend by the arm to hide in the confessional. With a quick glance to make sure the two were out of sight, and after adjusting his spectacles, Kloppman strode towards the door and pulled it open with all the confidence he could muster.
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I know, I know it's short. But what can I say, I was getting update- anxiety. So here ya go! Now stop reading my ramble and go review. What did I just say? REVIEW!!!