** AHHH! I've been slacking off on my disclaimers! Ok I do not own the
disney newsies this is just a fan fiction and it will not be published. I
do however own Ivy (that's me!) Shadow, Myth, Myckey, Snitch, and other
names you may not recognize. I DO NOT own Smudge, Tricks, Jewels, Brooks,
and Deanie (who will not show up for a few more chapters), so Disney, thank
you for not sueing!
If I forgot anyone else that I have cast in my story please tell me!
Casting: I still need these positions filled!
Skittery's girl
Specs' girl
Snotty's girl (any other guy that somebody wants to be in this story with) And Cauffers reballious neice who is on the newsies side (she rebells against her wicked uncle cauffer who is her gaurdian now that her parents are dead): This role is possibly taken, it depends on if I find someone who's character better fits her attitude, she will have a newsie guy too so whoever wants this person needs to tell me what guy they prefer to be with that IS NOT taken. (shout-outs in next chapter) If you are sending me a e-mail/review and you want a place in this story PLEASE copy and paste this in your e-mail and then fill out the questions! Describe your characters looks:
Describe your characters attitude:
Where did your character come from?:
What special characteristics or hobbies does your character have? (example: Smudge has a permenant smudge looking bruise from a beating she received from her abusive father and she is really talented with knife fighting)
***
Willow walked quickly towards the Refuge. She'd passed it before, and. Although she didn't have a plan, she knew that she would get him out. somehow. Suddenly she heard feet pounding the pavement behind her. She spun around quickly, putting her arms up in defense. Whoever was out there was in the shadows and Willow couldn't see whoever it was very well but she could tell it was a girl. The girl slowly advanced, Willow could see she had her arms up in defense also. Then, she stepped into the light and Willow sighed in relief.
"Hey Smudge" said Willow, "What are you doing here?"
"I know the refuge better than you, I wanted to help" said Smudge. "How do you know it so well?" asked Willow.
'Well." grinned Smudge, "I'se been in it enough and I've had ta bail Blink out often enough too, and I managed ta break him out a few times too."
Willow grinned, "thanks, I was getting worried about how to get him out. I don't think all of us newsies combined could bail him out."
"Oh!" gasped Smudge, "Jack didn't tell you'se did he? Bumlets is in dere under da charge of murder, he has a trial next week, if he's found guilty he'll be sent ta prison, not jist da refuge."
Willow stared at her, "He was caught in the room of that dead man, wasn't he?"
"What dead man?" asked Smudge.
"A drunk father of one of the younger newsies, Snitch, killed his wife's baby and then killed himself." said Willow, "Someone probably called the police and then they came and saw Bumlets in the room."
"Spot's boids didn't tell him dat much, all dey knows is what I'se told ya" said Smudge, "actually, Spot probably knows more from his boids, he jist doesn't tell us."
"I hate this bird thing!" yelled Willow, "It's driving me insane! Look! There's a bird right there! Is it saying anything, any exciting news? Is it even flying towards Brooklyn?! NO! No, no, no, no, NOOO! Why does he have to have this weird fake way of finding stuff out?! Why can't he just tell us the truth?!" Willow turned to look at Smudge and noticed she wasn't there. She looked behind her and saw Smudge on her knees and shaking.
"Smudge!" yelled Willow, "are you okay?!"
"Yeah!" gasped Smudge, "I- I'se okay!" she lifted her head and Willow saw tears streaming down her face, but not tears of pain, tears of... Laughter!
"What is so funny?" asked Willow.
"Spot's boids ain't boids!" laughed Smudge, "Dey's da best spies on earth! Dey're people, like us, and dey give spot information, dey're a network, y'know?"
"I- umm, I guess." said Willow quizzically.
"Hold on" said Smudge, "I'll show you." She whistled a shrill bird whistle.
"Why did you do that?" asked Willow.
"Da Brooklyn Boids is everywhere" said Smudge, "Dey probably hoid our whole conversation." Willow was about to say something, then she saw a shadow move, or was it a shadow? All of a sudden a girl with black hair came forward, almost out of nowhere.
"I'se shadow" she said, her face stony and expressionless, "I tink you'se know me sista, Myth."
"Myth?!" said Willow, then she looked at the expressionless face again, Shadow smiled suddenly, a huge friendly smile, "you guys look a lot a like" commented Willow.
"I know" said Shadow.
"Shadow" said Smudge, "Tell Spot dat dere was a murder and den a suicide by da same drunk man. Da drunk guy was da fadder of Snitch, a young Newsie boy-"
"I know" said Shadow, interrupting Smudge, "I hoid you guys." When she caught Willow staring at her she turned to her and said, "It ain't rude for a boid ta listen to yer conversation like it is for a regular person to because it's me job ta know dis stuff, I'm part of da netwoik, if I don't know da important stuff I get kicked out of da boids and killed."
"killed?" asked Willow, "Yeah right!"
"When a boid goes bad dey can't stay on da netwoik but dey knows too much about da boids, dey have ta die, unless you knows some way ta erase they're memory" said Shadow sarcastically.
"Well in Men in Black they can neutralize them" smirked Willow.
"What's men in black?" asked Smudge.
Willow suddeny widened her eyes, "I don't know!" she gasped, "For some reason it came to my head, it was a picture of men that could move." Willow put her head in her hands, "Movie? TV? What is all this?" she mumbled. Finally she looked up, "We need to go get Bumlets out of the refuge."
"Yeah" said Smudge, she turned to say good-bye to Shadow but she had already slipped out of sight into the shadows.
Willow turned to Smudge, "C'mon!" she said, "Let's go!" ***
Bumlets stood in the center of the room, his hands still handcuffed behind his back. Red marks criss crossed across his bare back from Cauffer's beatings with his wooden cane. Cauffer was now circleing Bumlets quietly. His wheezing breath came out raspy, makeing him sound like a rat.
"Where is Sullivan?" he asked, one more time. "I don't know any Sullivan" muttered Bumlets, bracing himself for another blow.
"Well, well, well" hissed the man, "You sure is stubborn!" Bumlets turned his head slightly thinking he had seen the shadow of a girl but when he looked he didn't see anything.
"I must 'ave been halucinatin'" he thought as cauffer struck him again.
***
"Hurry!" hissed Willow from the roof of the refuge. Smudge pulled herself over the edge, gasping for breath.
"Okay" said Willow, "There must be some sort of vent here."
"I don't know about dis." whispered Smudge, "I'se neva tried getting in from up hea, I always snuck inside."
"Yeah, well" said Willow, "He's in for murder, they probably have him separate from the others."
"Yeah your probably right" mumbled Smudge. The girls searched a while longer in silence until Smudge stubbed her toe on something.
"Hey Willow!" whispered Smudge, "I'se found sumptin!" Willow rushed over to where Smudge was kneeling on the roof.
"It's a door!" gasped Smudge, "and it's locked..."
"Well" said Willow with a grin, "It so happens, I am great with locks." She pulled out a small knife and a lump of grey stuff. She stared at the lock for a while, then got to work with the grey, clay stuff.
"What are you doing?" asked Smudge.
"This is a special brick thingy" explained Willow, "I have to keep it warm because it will dry really fast, I'm shaping it and then I'll add it to the knife and it will become a master key."
"Where'd you loin ta do dat?" asked Smudge.
Willow paused again, "I don't know... It's another one of those weird things, I just remember something that I feel like I've known forever." In about another minute she finished and shaped it around the knife. She carefully put it in the keyhole and carefully turned it. She jiggled it a little until she heard a satisfying click.
"C'mon!" hissed Willow, "Let's get this open!"
***
"You know" said Cauffer, "It almost seems you enjoy these beatings... Otherwise you would act in your own interest and answer my questions." He slowly drew back his cane...
***
"Harder!" Hissed Willow.
"It's rusted shut!" gasped Smudge, "I don't think this door has been used for the last ten or fifteen years!" Willow sighed in frustration. She carefully pried the clay off of the knife and jammed the knife between the door and the brick roof. With Smudge still pulling her hardest, Willow carefully pried the heavy wood door open... ***
Bumlets whole body was tense in preparation for the blow. Cauffer was just about to strike when he pause and turned his cane the other way.
"I think you'll appreciate the golden knob at the top of my cane better" he sneered, then he drew back his hand once again, preparing for the blow.
***
As soon as they got the door pried open slightly the door swung back amazingly easy, although it made a loud creaking noise. ***
Cauffer sung his cane towards Bumlet's back forcefully when a loud creaking noise caused him to look up, just when he was about to strike Bumlet's back his cane was kicked from his grasp and sent flying across the room.
Bumlets looked up, "Willow?!" he gasped.
"Bumlets!" cried Willow, then she gasped in horror, "You're back!"
"Don't worry!" said Bumlets, "It looks worse than it feels." He ran to the corner of the room and grabbed his shirt. Then ran down the hallway. Once again Bumlets saw a fleeting glimpse of a girls shadow but blamed it on his imagination.
"Bumlets!" yelled Willow, "We can just go back this way!"
"We're part of de Manhattan newsie gang Willow!" he called back, "We get each odder out a' da refuge as soon as we can, it da way it woiks, you go ahead, I'm jist gonna go wake up da boys from Manhattan and git de m outta hea!" Willow glanced over at Cauffer who Smudge had knocked unconscious and gave him another kick in the skull to keep him out for a while longer, then she jumped onto the desk that had been dragged under the door in the ceiling and hoisted herself out. As the two girls were walking down an alley back to the lodging house Bumlets and four other newsies joined them.
"What about all the other newsies?" asked Willow.
"If dey ain't from manhattan we ain't responsible fo' gettin de m out" shrugged Bumlets, "even if we did, we'de be showin' a weak spot for odder newsies and dey'd start taking over Manhattan territory." Willow pondered this for a while, there was a lot more complications to living on the streets than she had known, it was no where near as free as she had always thought it was.
"so" Willow finally said to Bumlets, "You forgive me?"
"for what?" he asked.
"For running off to Brooklyn and hiding there for a few weeks." said Willow.
"Well, you did get me outta dat refuge." said Bumlets, "but I'se forgave you long before dat, you'se me goil, rememba'? It's me job to understand you."
"You'll never understand me!" laughed Willow, "I don't even understand myself!"
Bumlets looked at her for a moment, "Maybe," he finally said, "Maybe."
Casting: I still need these positions filled!
Skittery's girl
Specs' girl
Snotty's girl (any other guy that somebody wants to be in this story with) And Cauffers reballious neice who is on the newsies side (she rebells against her wicked uncle cauffer who is her gaurdian now that her parents are dead): This role is possibly taken, it depends on if I find someone who's character better fits her attitude, she will have a newsie guy too so whoever wants this person needs to tell me what guy they prefer to be with that IS NOT taken. (shout-outs in next chapter) If you are sending me a e-mail/review and you want a place in this story PLEASE copy and paste this in your e-mail and then fill out the questions! Describe your characters looks:
Describe your characters attitude:
Where did your character come from?:
What special characteristics or hobbies does your character have? (example: Smudge has a permenant smudge looking bruise from a beating she received from her abusive father and she is really talented with knife fighting)
***
Willow walked quickly towards the Refuge. She'd passed it before, and. Although she didn't have a plan, she knew that she would get him out. somehow. Suddenly she heard feet pounding the pavement behind her. She spun around quickly, putting her arms up in defense. Whoever was out there was in the shadows and Willow couldn't see whoever it was very well but she could tell it was a girl. The girl slowly advanced, Willow could see she had her arms up in defense also. Then, she stepped into the light and Willow sighed in relief.
"Hey Smudge" said Willow, "What are you doing here?"
"I know the refuge better than you, I wanted to help" said Smudge. "How do you know it so well?" asked Willow.
'Well." grinned Smudge, "I'se been in it enough and I've had ta bail Blink out often enough too, and I managed ta break him out a few times too."
Willow grinned, "thanks, I was getting worried about how to get him out. I don't think all of us newsies combined could bail him out."
"Oh!" gasped Smudge, "Jack didn't tell you'se did he? Bumlets is in dere under da charge of murder, he has a trial next week, if he's found guilty he'll be sent ta prison, not jist da refuge."
Willow stared at her, "He was caught in the room of that dead man, wasn't he?"
"What dead man?" asked Smudge.
"A drunk father of one of the younger newsies, Snitch, killed his wife's baby and then killed himself." said Willow, "Someone probably called the police and then they came and saw Bumlets in the room."
"Spot's boids didn't tell him dat much, all dey knows is what I'se told ya" said Smudge, "actually, Spot probably knows more from his boids, he jist doesn't tell us."
"I hate this bird thing!" yelled Willow, "It's driving me insane! Look! There's a bird right there! Is it saying anything, any exciting news? Is it even flying towards Brooklyn?! NO! No, no, no, no, NOOO! Why does he have to have this weird fake way of finding stuff out?! Why can't he just tell us the truth?!" Willow turned to look at Smudge and noticed she wasn't there. She looked behind her and saw Smudge on her knees and shaking.
"Smudge!" yelled Willow, "are you okay?!"
"Yeah!" gasped Smudge, "I- I'se okay!" she lifted her head and Willow saw tears streaming down her face, but not tears of pain, tears of... Laughter!
"What is so funny?" asked Willow.
"Spot's boids ain't boids!" laughed Smudge, "Dey's da best spies on earth! Dey're people, like us, and dey give spot information, dey're a network, y'know?"
"I- umm, I guess." said Willow quizzically.
"Hold on" said Smudge, "I'll show you." She whistled a shrill bird whistle.
"Why did you do that?" asked Willow.
"Da Brooklyn Boids is everywhere" said Smudge, "Dey probably hoid our whole conversation." Willow was about to say something, then she saw a shadow move, or was it a shadow? All of a sudden a girl with black hair came forward, almost out of nowhere.
"I'se shadow" she said, her face stony and expressionless, "I tink you'se know me sista, Myth."
"Myth?!" said Willow, then she looked at the expressionless face again, Shadow smiled suddenly, a huge friendly smile, "you guys look a lot a like" commented Willow.
"I know" said Shadow.
"Shadow" said Smudge, "Tell Spot dat dere was a murder and den a suicide by da same drunk man. Da drunk guy was da fadder of Snitch, a young Newsie boy-"
"I know" said Shadow, interrupting Smudge, "I hoid you guys." When she caught Willow staring at her she turned to her and said, "It ain't rude for a boid ta listen to yer conversation like it is for a regular person to because it's me job ta know dis stuff, I'm part of da netwoik, if I don't know da important stuff I get kicked out of da boids and killed."
"killed?" asked Willow, "Yeah right!"
"When a boid goes bad dey can't stay on da netwoik but dey knows too much about da boids, dey have ta die, unless you knows some way ta erase they're memory" said Shadow sarcastically.
"Well in Men in Black they can neutralize them" smirked Willow.
"What's men in black?" asked Smudge.
Willow suddeny widened her eyes, "I don't know!" she gasped, "For some reason it came to my head, it was a picture of men that could move." Willow put her head in her hands, "Movie? TV? What is all this?" she mumbled. Finally she looked up, "We need to go get Bumlets out of the refuge."
"Yeah" said Smudge, she turned to say good-bye to Shadow but she had already slipped out of sight into the shadows.
Willow turned to Smudge, "C'mon!" she said, "Let's go!" ***
Bumlets stood in the center of the room, his hands still handcuffed behind his back. Red marks criss crossed across his bare back from Cauffer's beatings with his wooden cane. Cauffer was now circleing Bumlets quietly. His wheezing breath came out raspy, makeing him sound like a rat.
"Where is Sullivan?" he asked, one more time. "I don't know any Sullivan" muttered Bumlets, bracing himself for another blow.
"Well, well, well" hissed the man, "You sure is stubborn!" Bumlets turned his head slightly thinking he had seen the shadow of a girl but when he looked he didn't see anything.
"I must 'ave been halucinatin'" he thought as cauffer struck him again.
***
"Hurry!" hissed Willow from the roof of the refuge. Smudge pulled herself over the edge, gasping for breath.
"Okay" said Willow, "There must be some sort of vent here."
"I don't know about dis." whispered Smudge, "I'se neva tried getting in from up hea, I always snuck inside."
"Yeah, well" said Willow, "He's in for murder, they probably have him separate from the others."
"Yeah your probably right" mumbled Smudge. The girls searched a while longer in silence until Smudge stubbed her toe on something.
"Hey Willow!" whispered Smudge, "I'se found sumptin!" Willow rushed over to where Smudge was kneeling on the roof.
"It's a door!" gasped Smudge, "and it's locked..."
"Well" said Willow with a grin, "It so happens, I am great with locks." She pulled out a small knife and a lump of grey stuff. She stared at the lock for a while, then got to work with the grey, clay stuff.
"What are you doing?" asked Smudge.
"This is a special brick thingy" explained Willow, "I have to keep it warm because it will dry really fast, I'm shaping it and then I'll add it to the knife and it will become a master key."
"Where'd you loin ta do dat?" asked Smudge.
Willow paused again, "I don't know... It's another one of those weird things, I just remember something that I feel like I've known forever." In about another minute she finished and shaped it around the knife. She carefully put it in the keyhole and carefully turned it. She jiggled it a little until she heard a satisfying click.
"C'mon!" hissed Willow, "Let's get this open!"
***
"You know" said Cauffer, "It almost seems you enjoy these beatings... Otherwise you would act in your own interest and answer my questions." He slowly drew back his cane...
***
"Harder!" Hissed Willow.
"It's rusted shut!" gasped Smudge, "I don't think this door has been used for the last ten or fifteen years!" Willow sighed in frustration. She carefully pried the clay off of the knife and jammed the knife between the door and the brick roof. With Smudge still pulling her hardest, Willow carefully pried the heavy wood door open... ***
Bumlets whole body was tense in preparation for the blow. Cauffer was just about to strike when he pause and turned his cane the other way.
"I think you'll appreciate the golden knob at the top of my cane better" he sneered, then he drew back his hand once again, preparing for the blow.
***
As soon as they got the door pried open slightly the door swung back amazingly easy, although it made a loud creaking noise. ***
Cauffer sung his cane towards Bumlet's back forcefully when a loud creaking noise caused him to look up, just when he was about to strike Bumlet's back his cane was kicked from his grasp and sent flying across the room.
Bumlets looked up, "Willow?!" he gasped.
"Bumlets!" cried Willow, then she gasped in horror, "You're back!"
"Don't worry!" said Bumlets, "It looks worse than it feels." He ran to the corner of the room and grabbed his shirt. Then ran down the hallway. Once again Bumlets saw a fleeting glimpse of a girls shadow but blamed it on his imagination.
"Bumlets!" yelled Willow, "We can just go back this way!"
"We're part of de Manhattan newsie gang Willow!" he called back, "We get each odder out a' da refuge as soon as we can, it da way it woiks, you go ahead, I'm jist gonna go wake up da boys from Manhattan and git de m outta hea!" Willow glanced over at Cauffer who Smudge had knocked unconscious and gave him another kick in the skull to keep him out for a while longer, then she jumped onto the desk that had been dragged under the door in the ceiling and hoisted herself out. As the two girls were walking down an alley back to the lodging house Bumlets and four other newsies joined them.
"What about all the other newsies?" asked Willow.
"If dey ain't from manhattan we ain't responsible fo' gettin de m out" shrugged Bumlets, "even if we did, we'de be showin' a weak spot for odder newsies and dey'd start taking over Manhattan territory." Willow pondered this for a while, there was a lot more complications to living on the streets than she had known, it was no where near as free as she had always thought it was.
"so" Willow finally said to Bumlets, "You forgive me?"
"for what?" he asked.
"For running off to Brooklyn and hiding there for a few weeks." said Willow.
"Well, you did get me outta dat refuge." said Bumlets, "but I'se forgave you long before dat, you'se me goil, rememba'? It's me job to understand you."
"You'll never understand me!" laughed Willow, "I don't even understand myself!"
Bumlets looked at her for a moment, "Maybe," he finally said, "Maybe."