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Disclaimer: San Francisco Newsies + Me = mine! New York Newsies + Me = Wishful thinking!

QUICKLY TO CHAPTER 14

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The room was in complete uproar. A tight circle of newsies enclosed around Bane and Spot.

"What are you gonna do shrimp?" Bane asked brutally.

The anger flashed through the smaller Brooklyn leader. His fist clenched as Spot prepared himself to punch the arrogant San Francisco leader.

"What's going on here?" A voice asked sternly.

The newsies fell silent and looked at the girl. She walked toward the tight bunch of newsies. They parted for her as she kept walking towards the center of the circle, between Spot and Bane. Prankster grew tired of the silence and repeated her question.

"What…happened….here?" Prank empathized every word. The silence of the other newsies broke and every newsie began shouting, telling Prank what happened. The noise became unbearable and she finally held up her hands.

"Shut up," she commanded. The newsies mouth's stopped moving.

"Now," Prank sighed in relief, welcoming the silence. "Twitch, will you tell me what happened?" She asked the young newsie of 12. Twitch was best friends with the biggest prankster, besides herself, in the lodging house, Mock, but he was known for his honesty and if anyone would tell the real story, it'd be him.

Twitch received death glances from Spot and Bane, silently telling him to say something that made them look good. Twitch sighed before he told his perspective of the story.

"Well," he spoke softly, "Bane came into the room and Spot said, 'Well if it ain't da leada wid a stick up his ass.'" Twitch mocked the New York accent…very badly.

"I'se don't sound nothin' like dat." Spot protested.

"Can it Spot, that's not important right now." Prankster turned her head back to the smaller boy. Twitch eyed Bane, but continued.

"So Bane grabbed Spot and shoved him into the wall." Prankster shot an angry glance at Bane. Twitch continued,

"Spot shoved Bane off and he said that he'd get him." Twitch didn't mock the New York accent.

"Then Bane said…" Twitch paused and looked away.

"What did he say Twitch?" Prankster asked softly.

"He said," Twitch paused and looked at Bane, who shot him a death glare, Twitch's arm began twitching as he took a deep breath and continued with his story.

"Bane said 'that whore of a leader wasn't here to protect him,'" The newsies know that Bane couldn't have meant anyone but Prankster.

"Bane," Prank shouted angrily, not listening to the rest of the story.

"He's lying," Bane accused.

"Bane you know as well as everyone else that Twitch can't lie to save his life." Mock, Twitch's best friend, stood up for Twitch.

Bane's temper rose to a breaking point, he pushed past Prank and began to take a swing at Twitch. Twitch rose his hands to cover his face, preparing himself for the oncoming onslaught. But it never came, because Bane was pushed out of the way. Bane hit the floor with a 'thud' Prankster's once gentile eyes were now flashed with anger.

"Bane," Prankster nearly growled, "don't you ever touch that boy again." She commanded.

"Bane picked himself off the floor, he turned his back on Prank and began to move away. Just enough for Prankster to let her guard down. Bane quickly turned around and backhanded Prankster across the face. The pain swelled in Prankster's check, she clutched it hoping to ease the pain.

"Hey," the most unlikely voice cried. The newsies looked up to see the owner of the voice.

"Nobody…but nobody…touches my twin." Killjoy growled, he walked up to Bane until he was two inches away from his body.

"And what do you suggest?" Bane asked cruelly, "that I take you?" Bane didn't wait for an answer, he instead punched Killjoy. Sending him to the ground and clutching his right eye. Many of the newsies began to protest and were ready to take Bane out with them. But they were beat by Killjoy's twin.

"Bane," Prankster growled harshly. "You're day has come." She said in reference about his numbered days. She raised her fist and with all the force she could muster, she punched Bane in his face. His head shot back, blood dripping out of his lip. He brushed the blood away. He said nothing but walked out of the lodging house. The newsies began congratulating Prankster.

"That was great Prank," Left smiled.

"Yeah," Left's best friend, Right agreed.

"Won't be seeing him for a while." Smarts grinned.

"No," Prankster disagreed with Smarts; "we're going to see him again." While the newsies tried to figure out what Prank exactly meant by that. She noticed her brother still on the ground. No one was bothering to help him up. Prank rushed to her twin's side.

"Killjoy," she sighed, "are you alright?"

Killjoy still clutching his eye, "Yeah sure now maybe you can make my black eye go away." Killjoy spat to everyone's shook, including Prankster's.

"Excuse me?" Prank asked, in disbelief of her brother.

"You can do anything else can't you?" he growled.

"Jayden," Prankster said her brother's real name, "what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Killjoy mocked his sister, "what's wrong is that you can't let me fight my own battles."

"Your battles," Prank spat in disbelief, "I was the one fighting before you, what was that 'nobody touches my twin crap?'"

Killjoy didn't reply, but Prank had enough ranting for the both of them. Neither one caring very much that there were twenty other people in the room.

"What? You felt that I needed your help so you come rushing to my rescue, you didn't see me complain, but when I do that, suddenly I'm the bitch because I wouldn't stay out of my fight."

"No," Killjoy defended himself, "because you always needed to be the center of attention, because I was always in your shadow, you always wanted to be better at me at everything."

"So you'd be proud of me," Prankster never missed a beat, "so that I could compete for you attention with Caleb and Owyn. I wanted to be good so that when you look at me you think, 'that is my sister, that is my twin,'" Prank paused as she fought back her tears. "But I'm sorry I tried to do you a favor."

"Do me a favor Lys, and don't do me anymore favors," Killjoy hissed. Even in the tense scene Smartass couldn't let that comment slide without a comment of her own. Smarts leaned over and whispered loud enough for the room to hear,

"So what is Prankster supposed to do?" This caused some of the newsies to snicker. They promptly shut up when the bickering twins glared at them.

Prankster clamed down enough and in a soft, but still angry voice spoke,

"Fine, you have your money and we know you don't love us," Prankster pointed to her younger sisters, "so do what ever you want." Prankster's voice grew loud again, "go strait to hell for all I care," Prank nearly shouted, "and what ever you do," Prankster turned, "don't follow me." She began to walk towards the door, but she shouted one more time.

"That goes for the rest of you too." The door slammed shut making the walls shake. The house stayed silent for a moment.

"Holy," Marbles began.

"Shit," Ramble finished her sister's sentence. Shocking most of the newsies that she would swear. But neither of the sister's cared all that much. Their eyes took up half of their faces and their jaws covered their necks. But then again, every other newsie looked that way also.

"Killjoy!" Marbles yelled at her brother, "I can not believe you just said that stuff to her." Killjoy opened his mouth to speak but Marbles kept going, "all she wanted was a brother that gave a flying rats ass about her," Marbles tears started to fall as she nearly whispered the last part,

"And so did I." Marbles said nothing else but ran towards the girls room, fighting back more tears as she ran.

Killjoy glared at Ramble, "Oh, and I suppose you're going to yell at me too, about how I never love you, is that right."

Ramble's face fell into a nasty scowl; her normally bright blue eyes became dark.

"I have nothing to say to you," Ramble said softly and without looking at her brother or anybody else she rushed to the girls room to comfort her sister.

"Wow Killjoy, ya blew it this time," Mock, true to his name smiled.

"Shut up," Killjoy said and sat on his bunk, no one else had the nerve to talk to Killjoy.

"Da ya dink Prankstah's gonna be alright out dere?" Racetrack asked concerned.

"No doubt in my mind." Sherlock said, "she knows San Fran better than any of us."

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Meanwhile:

Prankster slammed the door shut. Not caring if she took down the entire house. Her tears began to fall freely now, knowing that no one would be stupid enough to follow her. She struggled to see as she walked down the hill her tears blinding her. Nighttime had settled over the city and the street lamps were beginning to be lit.

She reached the bottom of the hill when her tears blinded her so much that she had to sit down and begin to cry. Not really remembering the last time she cried this hard. Then the memory hit her. Nick. The last time she cried this hard was when Nick, her stepfather died. The memory was burned into her brain. An unwanted image. She had to have been no older than fourteen. Prank remembered entering the house finding it odd that Nick wasn't there to greet her. She ate her lunch in silence unknowing that in the bathroom the only man she knew as a father was hanging from the shower curtain rod. She almost didn't use the bathroom, she was ready to walk out the door and be back for dinner. But Prank was drawn to that bathroom door, as if it was calling to her. Like fate wanted to add one more knot to the dysfunctional life of Prankster.

She opened the door. Prank tried to stop this part of the memory from coming, hoping that it would end another way. That maybe he'll miraculously live. But her memory stayed the same. The man, slowly swinging from one side to the other, resembling a pendulum swing, she remembered the blueness of the fingertips, but what would always remain vivid in Prankster's mind, was Nick's eyes. The eyes were hallow and not filled with love like she remembered. Prankster ran out the door, tripping down the steps, she had picked herself up so that she was kneeling on her knees, and her lunch came back up her throat. She cried, she cried until her throat stung and her body could no longer produce tears. That's how Nick's friend, Jacob found her, she remembered not being able to tell Jacob anything because she was so upset and her throat stung to breath.

That was Prankster's life. One big kick and then another. She could never be left alone. She could never have a normal life like she desperately wanted. Prankster continued to cry at the bottom of the hill, until she was finally able to calm herself down. Prank brushed the tears from her face and she picked herself up off the sidewalk, she turned and was about to walk up the hill when a mischievous laugh made her turn.

"Are you sure my day has come?" the voice said, "I could've sworn it was yours." Even though Prank couldn't see the face, she knew whom the owner of the voice belonged to.

"Bane," she hissed.

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BUM BUM BBBBBAAAAAAA!!!! Muhahahahaha, my first real big cliffhanger! What's going to happen? Will Prankster kill Bane? Will Bane kill Prankster? Will the Newsies try to find Prankster? Will Killjoy use his money for some therpy? (I might just make him do that) Find out in the next installment of "Life Can't Be Easy Can It?" But you'll find out faster if I get reviews!