Okay…at least i THOUGHT this chappy would be longer. Maybe it just felt so b/c it has more action in it.
Ch. 9
Its foot caught in an inky thread, the sun sauntered beneath the horizon, pulling the pitch sweater of night over the earth's head. Jack watched the last prints of sunlight fade from the sky. The rally should be startin soon. With his vision in the dark sharpened by the past 48 hours of shaded imprisonment, Jack crept up his staircase of boxes, and began kicking at the window.
The bars, he'd noticed earlier, had developed so much rust that they were a simple minute or two remove. Satisfying scratches and shrieks of splintering glass soon rewarded the effort of Jack's heavy boot. Anticipating the quick action of the next step in his plan, Jack dove from the boxes and ducked in a corner to wait.
"What's going on in here?" Dim light burst into the room as both of the thugs that delivered meals whipped open the door. Springing from his hidden spot, Jack lunged at his startled opponents. Neither too bright, especially when taken by surprise, they quickly fell to Jack's offenses.
Blinking in the rapid switch from virtually no light to a yellow hallway, Jack stumbled to throw open the first door he could find.
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Breathing came in short, stiff gasps. The darkness, once David's friend, now loomed menacingly, teaming with the walls to bear down and suffocate him. When he renounced his allegiance with the dark, David began to remember more things. Like Jack. David hoped his friend fared better than he, though he had certainty about Jack's capture. If their malevolent "friend" considered David important enough to kidnap, Jack had to be taken as well.
I can't think…it hurts… David felt as if his head bashed against the wall. He also swore the infection—the hot, sticky mess gluing the curls together around his wound could be only that—must cause the illusion of multicolored men, their echoing voices harassing him with mocking laughter, that frequented his room.
When the door creaked open and Jack's winded, concerned face appeared, David thought he dreamed this as well. Allowing his rubbery limbs to relax and accept any fate, David gazed up at the mirage of his friend, and smiled weakly. "Hey, Jack. How's the headline today?"
David watched Jack's face meld into a worried pale, and surrendered to the fuzzy peace that settled over him. He hardly felt Jack lift him, the elder newsie swinging David's arms about his shoulders. Their legs hurrying to an escape felt like mere tickling motions in the greater downy pillow of David's darkening mind.
Rae Kelly—dude, concentrate on your finals, don't feel obligated to review when you've much more important stuff to be focusing on. Good luck! And soon you'll be free! Huzzah! I think I've definitely found a way to work more of your fave in for you, but that won't be for another few chapters. Hope you can hold out till then.
T.H. – that first paragraph now annoys the heck out of me b/c it's supposed to be "rippling" not "ripping" but I didn't notice the mistake until at school, where I couldn't fix it. Aww, but thank you, thank you. *ducks to hide behind something. Doesn't take attention well* Ahh you have to post something now too so I can shower multitudes of glowing praise upon you, otherwise, I don't feel right.
Aww, danke for the inspiration! The next chappy's for you. The opening scene will be allll T.H.'s idea. Haha I can't claim much for this fic, since the plot wasn't even mine. Ooh and I worked in a way for bonding. Yeah!
Shimmerwings--*blushes* I seriously can't claim responsibility for any intrigue of this plot because it was Jel's, not mine. I just wrote it. Ah yes another David fan! Finally! Rock on! I'm sure you read what I wrote earlier about his character. I just love it. I think it such a shame that he's so underappreciated. For a lead character, too, second really only to Jack, it's insane that he's not focused upon more. *Sighs* we all know that it's because in this unfortunately mostly hormonal-driven section, those without the looks, or without the "background character" mystique get passed over. *Blushes* I'm guilty of David fluff. My first fics had David fluff. But he needed it! I felt bad. Thank you!
