The gray spread out around her. Katrina looked around hoping to see
something or someone familiar but there was no one there. Finally she heard
a familiar voice, "Are you scared yet?"
"Of what?"
"Well, this is you're nightmare."
"I don't think it's all that scary, you put me in the place I love the most."
"I did, did I?"
"Yes you did."
"So you like it there? You like all the people you've met?"
"Yes."
"We shall see. What is that one saying? Where things get worse? Oh yes, I remember now, 'it's all headed down hill from here.'" Laughter surrounded her.
"Who are you?"
"Who am I, who am I? I am many things, at the moment, I am you're downfall. Oh that's funny." The voice chuckled to himself as if he made some incomprehensible joke. "Let's do some brain picking shall we? So what newsie do you like?" A cold mist spread throughout her mind. "Hmm oh this could be fun, this could be very fun."
Katrina awoke sweating. She heard Kloppman heading up the stairs. Looking around she saw the forms of peacefully sleeping newsies. She headed into the bathroom and washed her face. She left the washroom and found the newsies awake and grumbling. Jack approached her, "You're going to sell with me, okay?" Katrina shrugged, "Whatever trips you're trigger." Jack gave her an inquiring stare, "Umm okay." Katrina gave herself a mental kick, "So where will we be selling?"
"I dunno, probably Central Park, some place easy like that." They headed out of the lodging house and walked to the D.O. She stood beside Jack waiting expectantly for him to do his little routine with Weasel. To her delight he did just this. He then proceeded to by thirty papes for Katrina. They headed off to Central Park. Katrina called out a few headlines and received a snort from Jack, "You're pretty bad."
"You're a fool." Jack shrugged and sold about ten papes with one headline. Katrina growled and screamed, "One extremely annoying newsies was murdered the other day by a psychopathic lunatic." Several people ran up to her and bought a paper. She gave a sweet smile to Jack. They sold for a while without conversation. Jack reached into his pocket and lit a cigarette.
"That could kill you." Jack shrugged, "I'm going to die anyway." Katrina frowned. "Yes you are, but you might as well die dignified." Jack sat down on a park bench and continued to smoke. Katrina continued to sell her papers.
"Why are you doing this?" Katrina turned around to face Jack, "If I didn't do this what would I do?" Jack just smoked some more. Finally he threw the stub to the ground and finished selling, "Come on, we're going to Tibby's, you're finished any way."
Tibby's was filled with newsies. Chatting merrily and eating their lunch. Jack sat down at a booth and ordered some food. Katrina followed his suit. "Hey Sli, how was selling?" Katrina turned around to face Blink, "Remember how you said I was slow?" Blink nodded, "You're right." He laughed, and joined them at the table. The door flew open and Snipeshooter ran over to Jack. Panting, he had a look of fear in his eyes, "Spot, Spot's dead."
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"Of what?"
"Well, this is you're nightmare."
"I don't think it's all that scary, you put me in the place I love the most."
"I did, did I?"
"Yes you did."
"So you like it there? You like all the people you've met?"
"Yes."
"We shall see. What is that one saying? Where things get worse? Oh yes, I remember now, 'it's all headed down hill from here.'" Laughter surrounded her.
"Who are you?"
"Who am I, who am I? I am many things, at the moment, I am you're downfall. Oh that's funny." The voice chuckled to himself as if he made some incomprehensible joke. "Let's do some brain picking shall we? So what newsie do you like?" A cold mist spread throughout her mind. "Hmm oh this could be fun, this could be very fun."
Katrina awoke sweating. She heard Kloppman heading up the stairs. Looking around she saw the forms of peacefully sleeping newsies. She headed into the bathroom and washed her face. She left the washroom and found the newsies awake and grumbling. Jack approached her, "You're going to sell with me, okay?" Katrina shrugged, "Whatever trips you're trigger." Jack gave her an inquiring stare, "Umm okay." Katrina gave herself a mental kick, "So where will we be selling?"
"I dunno, probably Central Park, some place easy like that." They headed out of the lodging house and walked to the D.O. She stood beside Jack waiting expectantly for him to do his little routine with Weasel. To her delight he did just this. He then proceeded to by thirty papes for Katrina. They headed off to Central Park. Katrina called out a few headlines and received a snort from Jack, "You're pretty bad."
"You're a fool." Jack shrugged and sold about ten papes with one headline. Katrina growled and screamed, "One extremely annoying newsies was murdered the other day by a psychopathic lunatic." Several people ran up to her and bought a paper. She gave a sweet smile to Jack. They sold for a while without conversation. Jack reached into his pocket and lit a cigarette.
"That could kill you." Jack shrugged, "I'm going to die anyway." Katrina frowned. "Yes you are, but you might as well die dignified." Jack sat down on a park bench and continued to smoke. Katrina continued to sell her papers.
"Why are you doing this?" Katrina turned around to face Jack, "If I didn't do this what would I do?" Jack just smoked some more. Finally he threw the stub to the ground and finished selling, "Come on, we're going to Tibby's, you're finished any way."
Tibby's was filled with newsies. Chatting merrily and eating their lunch. Jack sat down at a booth and ordered some food. Katrina followed his suit. "Hey Sli, how was selling?" Katrina turned around to face Blink, "Remember how you said I was slow?" Blink nodded, "You're right." He laughed, and joined them at the table. The door flew open and Snipeshooter ran over to Jack. Panting, he had a look of fear in his eyes, "Spot, Spot's dead."
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