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Shout outs:
*Sprite* Okay chik- if it weren't for you and Sweets who faithfully review every time- I would not update- so thanks for caring so much.. well at least pretending to care. *laughs*
*Sweets* Sweetie, you are a doll! I love ya- especially when you keep asking me to update- thats why I do it. So thanks for the support! Hope this chappie lives up to your expectations.
*AliCat* I'se hooked on your story- I can't stop reading it. Its like a good book- I can't put it down. Lol- can't wait to finish reading those updates. LYL
*Clue* Heya chica! I'se finally talked ta ya today! I'se glad to hear from ya. Can't wait for updates!! Race is SOO adorable!! He's definetly a keeper- what Newsie isnt? Hmm?lol LYL!
-Newsie FanFiction writers: Keep writing- Don't let the man get ya down. Damn the Man! Save the Empire!(Empire Records)
*MIDNIGHT SKY-Chapter7: PAHTY, PAHTY TIME!
"Damn goil!" I was drawn back to reality when I heard Sweets voice brake through the silence, "Wha?"
"Wha? Why ya ask dat? You'se don' need tah be bashful! Ya sing wondahfully! You'se need tah come to Medda's wit me as soon as possible. We need talent like yaself," I smiled at Rambler, even if she and Sweets talked a lot, I liked them.
"Aight, I'se do dat. Heya?" I asked looking back out the window, "Ahe all dose people hehe for da pahty?"
They didn't need to look, they knew, and smiled, "Vixen, Welcome tah da Newsie World!"
"Its Pahty, Pahty Time in Brooklyn! An' dere ain't no pahty like a Brooklyn pahty." I smiled, I had friends... I didn't need a past.
Spot saw the Newsies arriving, and decided he would go git ready. Jumping down the fire escape, he was not surprised that the girls had all ready made their way out of the room. He shook his head, 'If dey only knew all dats happening tonight maybe dey'd take it more seriously.'
He changed his shirt and once again used the window to leave his room. He jumped roof to roof, landing down on the docks as Jack led the mass of newsies up to him.
"Well, if it ain't Jacky boi, hisself," Spot grinned at his best friend. "Spot, nice tah see ya." Spitting into his hand, Spot mimicking the display, stuck out his hand and they shook.
"So, we'se gonna git away from 'ere an tawlk business?"
Spot nodded, "But, foist. Les' visit jist a bit. We'se can't let all da bois know jist yet." Jack nodded, and walked with Spot along the docks, and soon settled down for a game of five-card poker.
"Race! Git ya hands outta dere!" came a sweet young voice, giggling.
"I'se didn' do nuttin,"Race replied lamely. He wasn't surprised when he felt a tap on his shoulder, "Racetrack, jist wha ahe ya doin tah me sistah?"
"Who'se? Me? Why Blink, I'se haven' touched her." Blink pulled his fist back, about to go in for the punch when a small hand slipped in front of his eyes.
"Guess who??" He smiled wickedly, turning and scooping the girl off her feet, "SWEETS! I'se missed ya!"
She sighed, nodding her head in agreement when Blunt chirped in, "Its only been an houh er two. God."
Rambler strolled up, with me hidden behind her, "Yeah, like us. We'se been apaht 4 houhs. Dats when ya can say you missed each oddah." We laughed at her, and that when they all noticed me.
"Heya doll, wha's yer name?" Race asked, looking around Rambler.
"Oh, dis is Vixen. Vixen, dis is everybody."
I smiled a little shyly, "Hiya everyone." Nods, waves, and 'heyas' were given back in response.
I saw Spot down a ways with a group of boys playing some type of card game. I had thought about walking over, but seeing as how my leg was really hurting I just sat down. Soon, the new group of people I had just met introduced themselves.
"Da names Race," He spit in his hand and stuck it out. I looked at his hand, then at him, and then back to his hand.
"Wha ya doin' spittin in yer hand?"
They laughed at me, which I didn't like, "Naw, youse 'spose tah shake. Spit in yer hand an' shake me hand."
I was a little disturbed, but none the less spit into the palm of my hand and shook his.
He smiled at me, and as the next boy did the same, he announced, "I bet ya she won' do it again, whos bettin?"
I didn't exactly know what he meant but knew I would shake again, just to show him. Spitting in my hand I shook the guys hand as he told me, "I'se Blink. Dis is me goil Sweets. Ya know 'er aready?"
I nodded, and quickly spit in me hand again to shake with the other girl's hand, "Vixen er Chelsea."
She shook with me, "I'se Clue, an dat doik gamblin' 'way all his money is me boi."
"Its nice tah meet ya'll. I'se like tah meet da rest o' ya friends, but I'se can't walk well."
"Ya gimp?" Blunt asked me remembering what happened, "Ya leg got dat bad? Can't walk?"
I shook me head, "No, it jist hoits. Me sides real bad, but I'se be aight."
He nodded, but I got a puzzled look from the others, "I'se got soaked. Big, deep cuts on my leg and side."
'Oh's were said, and 'Hope ya feel bettah's as well. I smiled liking the people. Soon, many more people walked over and said there 'Heys'. The couples soon paired and walked off, leaving me to myself.
Spot had won three games, and decided to call it a night. He spotted me sitting all by myself a little ways down the dock. He hadn't told anyone, but had been reading the journal he had found with my stuff. He was pretty sure he knew who I was. But truthfully he didn't want to tell anyone.
He wanted me to himself, I was his fox, his Chelsea, his siren, his everything. But he knew sadly, I was his best friend's little sister that had not gone a day without being mentioned. He knew Jack needed to know, but he didn't want to give me up yet. Spot was making his way up to me, when he was stopped my a number of girls.
I saw Spot walking towards me. I hadn't really talked to him since the kiss the night before. I was nervous, I didn't know if he liked me. I didn't know if he'd break my heart. My dreams would never come true, I feared. I only wanted to be with Spot, I didn't want to have family, just him.
I twirled the curls of my hair around my finger nervously, as well as fidget with my dress. I was about to speak up so he could hear me, when I saw it. He was there, with a group of girls. They were all smiling and laughing, acting like a bunch of giggly girls.
"They're right," I thought, "'e does break heahts." I sighed and struggled to get up.
I forced myself to walk along the docks. Not noticing the boys fighting, my leg interfered, and I heard the tear. I knew it wasn't my dress either. My leg ached and I lost my balance, but I didn't fall to the ground. At first I thought I had passed out, but then I felt his arms and heard his voice.
"Ya okay? I'se gotcha. C'mon, I'se take ya tah me room." I was so pissed at him, yet so glad to see him.
I rested back in his arms, and ignored all of the concerned voices questioning me. Spot sat me on the bed. He sat behind me, and undid my dress. I felt the dress fall off my shoulder, my body being exposed. My hair had come undone and it fell just over my shoulders. He slid the dress completely off, covered my with the blankets, and left to get the kit.
As I lay there under the blankets barely covered, I heard a loud noise. I glanced to the window, expecting to see nothing but instead, a boy was peering in at me. I didn't know what to do, so I continued to lie there, until he approached me and I felt my dream come to life.
He wasn't the man from the dream but the situation was so closely related, I couldn't help but scream for Spot. He burst into the room in a matter of seconds and tackled the boy. I closed my eyes tightly not wanting to see what was happening, but I didn't have to see I could hear. The loud crack signified a broken bone or he was knocked out.
I carefully opened my eyes, glad to see it was Spot who stood, placing the man out the door into the bunk room. "Ya aight?"
I nodded still slightly shocked. Soon, Sweets and the girls burst through the door.
"Spot! Don' hoit her!" Sweet was screaming.
We looked over at her as if she was an exotic animal on display at the zoo. "Wha?" She was amazed to see that we weren't even touching, but she noticed my bare shoulders.
She apparently wasn't the only one, because Clue spoke up,"SPOT CONLON! GIT OUTTA 'ERE! She doesn't need no man pawin all ovah 'er. Let us goils take care o' it."
I laughed lightly, "He wasn't doing nuttin. Sides, I'se want Spot tah do it. No 'fense goils, but 'es been takin' care o' me. I'se like tah keep it dat way."
They were all taken aback, but Rambler understood. She knew how I felt, and for some reason understood.
She pushed the girls out of the room, "C'mon, le's go. See ya latah tahnight Vix, we'se be back tah check on ya."
I smiled glad she understood me. "Spot?"
I was quiet, not totally trusting the girls to actually be out of earshot. "Jeah?"
"Thank ya! Ya seem tah a'ways be dere fer me. I'se owe ya a lot, who was dat guy?"
"Oh, well, 'e wasn't tryin' tah do no hahm(harm). He was drunk, and a drunk young guy doesn't usually end up good." I nodded, and then remembered I was mad at him.
"Spot," I said a little bit more fierce, "Who were dose goils?"
He smirked as he poured some liquid on my leg. He did it more than once, since it was reopened.
"Jist goils, no one special." I didn't know if it was worse hearing him say they were nothing or if I'd rather hear him say they were his women.
"So who's ya Queen?"
He looked a little confuesd, "Wha' ya mean "Queen"?"
"Well, you'se like a king, da King o' Brooklyn. Who's da Queen o' Brooklyn."
He smiled, "I'se don' got no queen. Why ya interested in da job?"
I glared at him, "No, o' coise not!"
He finished and placed his shirt on me, "I'se got some business tah take cahe of, I'se promise ya I'se be back and you'se be safe." I nodded and watched him go.
"HELP!!" A girls cry came from an alley way about two blocks away from the party. Bumlets and Snoddy had taken a walk over to the pub to get a drink, when they were stopped by two figures in the alley. They were quiet and crept into the alley, never making a sound.
It was the typical situation, man trying to rape a young girl. But that didn't make them turn away, especially when they saw the knife that was thrown to the side. If the man got ahold of it, the girl would be dead.
Snoddy reached out and grabbed the knife running from the alley, in hopes the man might notice and follow. Their plan didn't go along as planned, so Bumlets made the next move. He jumped on the man's back, grabbing his neck, and placing him in a headlock.
The girl skidded back, trying to blend into the brick wall of the alley. But her attacker was soon on top of her hero, and she knew she couldn't just sit back. She pounced onto his back, and dug her nails into his skin, using her womanly features to their best ability. This gave her rescuer time to get up and recover before she was once again tackled.
Bumlets threw the man off, and lunged after him. The fight was soon over, with the man knocked out, and Bumlets being exhausted.
He went over to the girl, "Are ya okay?"
She smiled, "Thanks, I'se fine."
"Wha's ya name?"
She looked down, and back up at him, "Alicat, well, thats what they used to call me."
"Okay, Alicat, can I take ya back tah a friends place fer da night." She smiled and nodded, he brought her to her feet and they headed for the Brooklyn Lodge.
"Ugh!" Cried a young girl as she stood by station's exit. "They were supposed tah be here two houhs ago!"
Fed up, she found an employee, "Excuse me, Sir?"
He removed his hat, "Yes, miss? Wha' may I do fer ya?"
"My family was supposed to be on this train. Do I have any way of finding out if they made the trip?"
He was quick to lead her to a man, "Yes, miss?"
"Can you tell me if my family made the trip or if there is some notice fer me?"
"Go ahead, Miss."
"My father was Blake Williams, did he and his family make the trip?"
The man's face dropped a little bit and he handed her an envelope, "Here ya go, Miss."
Lizzie read the letter, more than once to make sure she wasn't imagining it. It was real, the world was still turning, people still walked and talked.
'Didn't anyone understand?' She asked to herself. She darted off, never wanting to look back. She threw the letter, allowing it to soar through the sky. She ran and ran, not knowing exactly where she was going.
"All right boys!" Spot's loud bark stopped the chatter, "We'se got some business."
Everyone had jam-packed into the factories main room where all the machines were still up.
"Hahlem, dey need our help, and dey'se always been dere fer us, so I say we be dere fer them!" His announcement was followed by a group of cheers.
"Spot! Wha' happening?"
Not allowing everyone to know, he stated simply, "Da damn Joisey bois ahe messin' wit da ladies!"
This got quite a response from the newsies, and they all agreed, "We'se behind ya Spot!"
He laid out the details, "Aight, most o' ya ahe coming. But we'se need some bois tah stick around ere too. We'se moving da goils in here through da back way, den we'se gonna fill every bunk wit a guy. Once dey come in, we'se take cahe a dem. We needs bois scattered all through New Yawk, looking out fer Joisey bois. And da bois back here ahe tah protect da ladies in case somethin goes wrong. So dat means if ya stay, leave da hunnies alone!"
Many smirked, and soon the leaders started separating their boys. Deciding which would come, which would be look outs, and which would protect the girls.
"Aight, once ya know wha ya doin, git tah it!" Spot made his final announcement, and headed off with his newsies to the Harlem Girl's Lodge.
Many more followed, and the spies scattered out, taking different routes. The ones that were to stay, split into shifts. Some would wait along the bridge to watch for Jersey as well as to take the ladies from Harlem back to the BLH. The others would guard the lodge, scatter out on the docks watching for any sign of the Jersey boys making their move.
She had the perfect idea. 'There's nothin tah live for,' Liz thought, 'Everything I need, want, love is gone.. and I will be, too.' She ran straight to the Brooklyn Bridge, and hopped over the side onto the ledge. She tried to jump, but every time she tried it just seemed impossible.
'Wha' am I doing? I'se can' do this. I have tah go find this Patrick Meyers. But how, in this city? Oh I'se can't! I can't go on, but I'se not ready tah die eiddah!!' She gave in, and placed her one leg over the railing.
But before she could hop over came a loud voice, "HEYA!!"
She looked over to she a gorgeous guy, and then she lost her balance.
She was falling, 'I'se gonna die!'
Suddenly she was jolted to a stop, 'Am I'se dead? Is dat it? No pain, its jist ovah?'
She was surprised to hear a reply, "No, I'se got ya."
As she was hoisted up and over the railing, she never felt so relieved. But then, she became furious.
"Wha' in da woild were ya doin' tryin tah jump?" Asked the boy who had saved her.
"I wasn't jumpin, ya scared me and made me fall!"
"Den wha were ya doin' up on dat railin?" He was smirkin because he knew he was right but his eyes were full of concern. Lizzie went to reply, but didn't because she knew he was right.
She had planned on jumping, but just didn't have the guts. "Uhh, shuddup!" She replied to his light laugh.
"Well, I'se Mush. Lemme take ya back tah lodge tah rest up and ya can tell me wha's up. Okay?"
Liz smiled at him, "Aight."
She was so angry at this gorgeous boy with tan skin, and cute curly hair. She began to shiver, and when he took at his shirt, she just shivered more. He had the most toned body, those abs, biceps.. everything was nice.
He placed the shirt on her in hopes to keep her warm, "Dat bettah?" and when she continued to shiver, he placed her close to him in his arms.
"Thats better. I'se Liz, Liz Williams."