Author's note: Alright, this chapter lacks in setting detail, but it's basically just to get people in different place and set up the next chapter. I promise you all the next chapter will be better. Once again I do not own the newsies and I do not own Chance. Blade and Spit Fire are my characters along with the Rippers. Do not use them unless you ask.
Blade continued to run with Random; he had taken her hand to help her keep up with him. The shot echoed through the streets causing many to scream and run. A few men grabbed their women and children pulling them for harms way.
Blade moved behind Random slightly to protect her. Just then he felt the bullet enter the back his shoulder and winced in pain. He stumbled forward pulling Random with him, "Sorry about d'at." He said through tightly clenched teeth. Blade became light headed, but knew he couldn't let this stop him. Spit Fire would kill him if he didn't get Random back to Brooklyn in one piece. Blade knew if it had been his best friend he'd want the same thing.
Random looked over at Blade and saw the blood soaking through his shirt. She stopped a little, "Are you okay?" She asked him. The second shot rang out through the streets just missing Random. Reily was right behind them.
Blade nodded, "Yeah, fine, don't stop running." He pulled her a little quicker and into an alley as the third shot came towards the two hitting the wall. He held his arm up against his chest as they ran. Bade couldn't believe this guy, "Does he ever give up?" Blade moved faster hoping Random would move just as fast. They took a few turns and gained a bit on Reily. Blade stopped quickly, "This way." He reached up and pulled down the ladder to the fire escape nodding for Random to climb up.
Random didn't hesitate climbing up the fire escape. She was quickly followed by Blade, who only stopped momentarily to pull the ladder up. Blade made it up to the roof and then sat down heavily. His arm was throbbing with pain now and the blood drenched the sleeve of his shirt, "Can you help me wit this?" He needed to stop the bleeding.
Random nodded and knelt down next to him, "What do you want me to do?" She asked him.
Blade drew a deep breath, "There's a switchblade in me righ' pocket." He said to her as he watched over the edge for Reily to pass, "Get d'at out." Blade managed to unbutton the bottom of his sleeve, "Cut the bottom of me sleeve…den I'se gonna need you ta tie it as tight as you can around me upper arm." Blade instructed.
Random nodded tucking some brown hair behind her ears. Then reached into his pocket pulling out the switchblade. Carefully she opened it and cut the piece off of his shirt. Random tied the strip around his upper arm as tight as she could get it, "I hope that's tight enough…" She bit her lower lip. Random's hands were now covered in blood.
Blade gave her a smile, "It's perfect." He said to her. Blade noticed the blood on her hands, "Sorry about d'at. Come on lets get ya back to Brooklyn and you'se can clean yer hands." Blade pulled a handkerchief, "D'is'll have ta do for now."
Random took it, "Thanks." She said then stood up offering Blade some help. Blade took the help since he was still light headed. Reily had passed the alley and now headed back to the Bronx to tell Rage and Chaos about Random leaving. The two of them made their way back to Brooklyn. Blade leaned against Random slightly because of the loss of the amount of blood.
Random and Blade finally made it back to Brooklyn. He pushed the door open and looked around for Spit Fire and Spot, "Spot, Fire, I'se back wit a friend of yers!" He shouted. Blade motioned to go up the stairs and towards the bunkroom.
Spot sat on his bunk next to Spit Fire who was still bruised and hurt pretty badly. Tears ran down her cheeks and a small boy stood a few feet away from them. He looked like he had just given them the worse news in the world. Spot looked at Spit Fire wishing he could put his arm around her and rub her back to calm her down, but Fire only winced pulling back at any ones touch. The only person who she would allow to get close to her was Chance, but he was here right now, "Whad's wrong?" Blade asked barely audible.
Spot looked up and over at Blade, "We'se jus' got woid from da Bronx an' it ain't lookin' good." Spot said emotionless even though every emotion he had was running through his body. His thoughts were clouding his mind. Spot needed to figure out how to protect Fire and Random now. He needed to be able to protect his guys and territory, keeping this all from leaking over into the other boroughs. The boy who was standing there left the bunkroom.
Blade stood them motionless. He snapped out of it remembering that Random was with him, "Uh Random…you'se can wash up in dere." He motioned towards the washroom. Blade looked at Spot, "Cin I talk tah yah in private?"
Spot nodded and stood up looking to Fire, "You gonna be okay?" He asked.
"Yeah." She whispered softly pulling her knees up to her chest.
Blade and Spot walked over to the other side of the room, "You'se gotta get d'at arm looked at."
Blade nodded, 'Yeah I'se know, but tell me about whad ya hoid from da Bronx." He said.
"Id's about da Rippahs." He said to Blade shaking his head and putting his hat in his back pocket, "They'se ain't happy." Spot looked at Blade, "We need a plan and we need a plan fast."
Blade nodded, "Alright, here's what I got…."