Well here's the next part, :::Lysaka sighs::: After I post this I have to do math homework! BAH! I don't want to do math homework! Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday are when my finals are. I DON'T WANT TO TAKE THEM!!! I know I'll skip them! :::smiles and then frowns::: maybe not.

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Disclaimer: Is anyone else confused about this? ::pulls out diagram:: As you can see, :::points to diagram with pointer::: The newsies don't belong to me. However, :::pulls out diagram of San Francisco newsies::: These guys belong to me….is anyone confused?

TO CHAPTER 15

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Bane chuckled cruelly. "Are you done crying now?"

"What are you doing Bane?" Prank spoke angrily. Bane said nothing but reached into his pocket and reviled his switchblade. Prankster sneered and mimicked him, pulling out hers. She took a defensive stance and Bane began laughing.

"I've been waiting for this for so long now." He quickly jumped forward, Prankster was able to jump back before the blade sliced her.

"You should just die and make it easier for yourself." He jeered.

Prankster stepped back and glanced up the hill, now hoping that someone was stupid enough to follow her. But the dim glow of the house showed no signs of movement.

"Do you really think they'll help you?" Bane interrupted her thoughts.

"They would if they knew," Prank rebutted.

"Yeah, but they don't know, and they're going to find you dead on the street tomorrow, I promise you that." Bane sneered.

Without saying another word Bane took a swing that Prankster dodged. But she couldn't dodge his hands grabbing her by the front of her shirt and she was perilous to the force that pulled her towards Bane. Bane used his strength and pulled Prank up so that they were now looking into each other's eyes without either having to move their heads. Prankster's feet dangled nearly a foot off the ground, she grabbed Bane's hands, hoping that he would drop her. Bane laughed cruelly. He let his right hand go of Prankster, but kept and firm grip on her with his left, so that Prank still dangled in the air. In Bane's right hand he held his switchblade.

"Your life ends here," Bane spat and began to thrust his knife towards Prank. Before the knife plunged into her heart, Prankster used her dangling feet to use the last trick she had. She kicked him in the groin.

Bane doubled over in pain, dropping his knife and Prank. But he amazingly recovered quickly.

"You bitch," he hissed as he began to struggle to get up. Bane grabbed his knife and lunged at the girl, Prankster quickly jumped to the right to avoid getting hit, and she did something that she hadn't done in a long time. She screamed.

The lodging house was in a dead silence. No one dared to talk. Even Mock and Twitch knew enough to shut up. Most of the newsies sat on their bunks staring into space. Listening to Marbles, who was still crying, and Ramble, trying to comfort her sister. The silence was broken by a scream that filled the lodging house, but it most undoubtedly came from outside.

The scream caught everyone's attention, and caused every newsie to sit up in their bunks.

"Was that…" Art started,

"Prankster?" Small Talk, Art's nine-year-old brother finished the sentence.

No other word was spoken, the sound to newsies jumping off their bunks, creating a series of loud thuds and the shuffling of feet was heard as the newsies ran out of the house. The newsies didn't need to look far to find the fighting duo at the bottom of the hill.

Prankster took a swing at Bane, but the boy caught her hand and pulled the girl toward him. Bane moved his left around Prankster so she couldn't move her arms. She struggled to get out of his grip. But stopped when she felt the cold metal of the knife on her skin. When she stopped struggling Bane chuckled cruelly.

"Good," Bane smiled, "now killing you will be easier."

"Let her go Bane," a voice came from behind them. Bane turned around still clutching Prankster. Showing the newsies that Prankster's life was in danger.

"Let her go," Killjoy repeated himself again.

Bane's lips turned up mischievously.

"Isn't this what you always wanted?" Bane made a motion making the knife jump closer towards Prankster's neck, "or did you want to do this yourself?" Bane asked in mock innocence.

"Just say the word and she's gone," Bane informed the other newsies. Bane smiled and moved the knife closer against Pranks neck, which called her to gasp.

"No," Killjoy cried.

"If ya kill heah, ya'd neva get away," Racetrack's face flashed with anger. The other newsies wore that same face.

"Yeah," Bane shrugged, "But she'd be dead." Bane moved the knife away from Prankster's neck, he raised his arm with the knife to stab Prankster. The other newsies lunged forward to stop Bane, but they were too far away. They would never make it in time. Prankster elbowed Bane, which caused him to wince and distract him enough for Prank to move out of Bane's grasp. But her victory was short lived and the pain shot through her body.

Cold hard metal sliced her left side, just beside her stomach. Prank clutched her side and fell to the ground. Bane lurched forward and pulled his switchblade out of Prankster's side. Causing almost as much pain as it did coming in. With nothing to stop the blood from flowing, it pooled out of her body. Her hand wasn't enough to stop the blood from coming out.

In a few moments a person kneeled to her, a kind voice, but a panicked one cried.

"Pranksta, are's ya alright?" Racetrack asked.

Prankster didn't have a smart comment to say to him. But her eyes still flashed of shock. She felt pressure being applied to her wound.

"You'se gonna be fine Pranksta, don't ya dare die on me," Racetrack pleaded.

Those words were the last thing Prankster heard as the darkness enveloped her.

As Killjoy saw his sister fall to the ground, a panic flashed through out him. His twin sister lay on the cold asphalt fighting for her life and it was his fault. Killjoy saw the blood that poured on the street, and it was his fault that it was there. His fault that his sister could die. Inside him, boiled a rage that he had never felt before.

"Give me her blade," a voice cried out, the voice came from Spot.

"No," Racetrack cried, "she's me goil, I'se gonna fight-" he was cut off by Spot.

"You'se best heah wid her." Spot cried and bent down and picked up Prankster's blade himself. Racetrack said nothing but turned his attention back to the unconscious girl. Bane smiled.

"So the shrimp's going to fight now…this should be fun."

"Dis shrimp's gonna kick your ass," Spot spat, tired of the taller boy making fun of him because of his height.

"Will see," Bane smirked and held up his blade, dark red with blood. Bane took a swing, attempting to cut Spot, but he was able to dodge the swing. Spot moved in closer to Bane and took a swing at Bane, who blocked it just in time. The fight continued much the astonishment of the San Francisco newsies.

"Does Spot use a switchblade in New York?" Sherlock asked in amazement.

"No he probably used one here." Smarts quickly said, watching the fight intensely and taking quick glances at her fallen friend. There were too many people crowding Prankster for her to get anywhere near her. Dragon, Mock, and Porridge had already taken off to the nearest doctor so the only thing the other newsies could do was watch the fight.

"Spot lived here?" Sherlock asked surprised.

"You remember Prescott?" Smarts told her friend.

"You don't mean…" Sherlock's eyes widened as he watched the boy fight intensely. Even in the tense situation Smarts had to chuckle.

"Am I the only one that was able to recognize him?" she asked herself.

"Well maybe it was because you were so in love with him when you were little." Sherlock suggested.

"Shut up," Smarts quickly shushed him, "not even Prankster knows that." The duo continued to watch the fight. Bane, who had already had one fight tonight, was growing tired and leaving himself open. Spot, who hadn't handled a switchblade for a long time was very unskilled with the weapon and would sometimes just stick to what he knew best, fighting with his fists.

"This fight isn't going to end well..is it?" Spaniel approached Sherlock and Smarts.

"I think he's right." Smarts looked at Sherlock, "I'm just not sure who will win." The trio continued to watch the fight waiting for a victor to be claimed.

Killjoy watched intently. The fight was intense and he couldn't help but feel the anger swell up inside him. Spot was fighting his fight. Bane had nearly killed his sister, or maybe did kill her. Killjoy reached into his vest pocket and felt something he hadn't used in a long time.

He pulled the object out of his pocket and flicked it open, revealing the switchblade in his hand. Killjoy studied the knife carefully, fighting the conflict growing inside him.

Bane launched himself at Spot, determined to kill him, like Prankster. He was failing. Spot kept sneaking in punches. Bane swung his arm, twisting his body. Spot dodged the arm but pain swiped in his chest. The knife embedded in his chest. Spot stood in disbelief, not that he did it, but that he didn't do it. Killjoy still had his hand on the handle, too shocked to move.

Bane gasped for breath and struggled to stand up, he had to press his body weight on Killjoy to keep himself form falling down.

"Didn't know ya had it in ya Jay…" Bane struggled to say. He then fell into Killjoy and Killjoy was forced to hold Bane up. After a moment of struggling Killjoy was able to push Bane back and lay him gently on the ground with his back on the cold street.

Killjoy's surprised face suddenly changed into an angry one as he pulled his knife out of Bane's heart. Killjoy stepped away and a couple newsies reluctantly made their way to Bane.

"Is he dead?" Killjoy asked, the anger filling him as he watched the newsies crowded around his sister.

"Bane's dead." Chinchilla, a 13-year-old newsie said softly.

Killjoy nodded his head and walked toward his sister. The crowd around Prankster instantly moved to make room for her brother. Killjoy kneeled besides Prank and Killjoy's anger melted away and thoughts of worry replaced them. The back of his throat stung and his eyes began watering. He reached up his hand and softly touched her hair.

"I'm sorry Lysaka," Killjoy used Prankster's real name. "I didn't mean it." He told the unconscious newsie. There was an unsettling silence for a moment until the mood was broken by Dragon, Mock, Porridge and a poor small man who was being drug down the street.

"She's right here." Mock panicked voice rush.

The doctor's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw the wound, but he quickly regained his composure.

"We need to get her to a bed quickly." He ordered.

"We live at the top of the hill." Sherlock told him and placed himself by Prankster. Art, Jack and Racetrack did the same and picked up Prank. They began to trudge up the hill along with the other panicked newsies. Only one remained behind.

Killjoy watched the group of newsies rush up the hill with Prankster. He brushed his tear from his check.

"I'll be back Lys," he said to nobody in particular, "when I take care of some business." Killjoy glanced at Bane. He grabbed his arms that were already becoming stiff and used all of his strength to drag the dead leader.

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Well there you go. I don't know when I'll post next, the next chapter isn't typed out all the way. :::Gasp:: I know, and I have finals this week. I might find time. But if you guys review it might give me the boast to blow off final studying and go work on my story.