A/N: yeah it's summer and I have way too much time on my hands since I got
to my dads house so yeah 3 chapters up at once.
Chapter 5
Daggers woke up feeling very stiff and not really wanting to move. The bruises were much worse compared to the ones she got from soaking someone else, but they would have been much worse if Spot and Flame hadn't shown up.
Looking up Daggers realized that she was the only one left in their lodging house. The boys had left her to sleep not even giving her a choice if she wanted to get up or not. It was a smart move she would have insisted on going with the others to sell. Yawning and getting up she found a piece of paper and slice of bread by her bed addressed to her.
Dagers Daggers
Desided to let ya sleep. Don't soak us, just luking loking out for ya. Brekfast right dere.
-Flame & oders
Daggers chuckled all the boys could read but it was obvious they couldn't spell. Well they never really had a reason to. Except for the strike, she had heard a lot about that, but they all could spell 'strike', and 'Brooklyn' now. Daggers wished she had been a newsie for that going up against the big newspaper. No she had still been at home wishing to be somewhere else. Daggers had read about the strike in the papers but only the parts they the published.
Moving sluggishly over to the water spout to rinse her face when she heard a knock at the door. Daggers didn't really want to go open the door not knowing who it was(The newsies didn't knock, they owned the place). Half staggering she made her way over to the door and opened it.
"Hey, I'm looking for a Spot Conlon," Said a tall boy about two years older than Daggers.
"Not here," Daggers replied sharply.
"Cool I'm not here to beat him up or anything."
"Why you here then?"
"Just want a word with 'im."
"Sure," She replied none believingly. Daggers wanted to trust him, but Spot had saved her, with the help of Flame of course, from those scabs she owed him.
"Look, I don't have time for this, is he here or not?"
"Who?" asked Spot said sliding down the banister of the stairs that led up to the second room of their warehouse.
"I thought ya went out sellin' wid everyone else," Daggers said as Spot showed up at the door.
"We decided someone should stay here in case ya tried anyding stupid."
"Comforting how much ya trust me,"
"What ya want?" Spot asked turning his attention to the boy.
"You Spot Conlon?"
"Yeah,"
"Who doesn't know dat," Daggers muttered mostly to herself but they heard.
"Who's dis, I haven't gotten anything out of him but rude comebacks,"
"Daggers, being rude is w'at he does best, " Spot replied casually like it was no big deal. "So, w'at ya want."
"I was told by a buddy, that the best way to hind from the bulls is become a newsie."
"Yeah and," Spot replied.
"I was also told that the bulls don't even come near the Brooklyn newsies, so I was wondering if I could lie low here a while."
"Could have said that in the first place," Daggers shot way.
The boy shot Daggers a familiar look that spelled out 'shut up'. She rolled her eyes in reply and Spot ignore their sibling like feud.
"Fine, ya have to find your own found and pay for your own stuff, we ain't going take car of ya." Spot said crudely and motioned that he could enter. "What's ya name?"
"Real, or nickname?"
"Doesn't matter,"
"Stev,"
Daggers froze and looked up at the boy with 'what' written all over her face. Stev was the nickname she had given her older brother when she was little because he hadn't like his name, and and she couldn't pronounce Steve it had always come out Stev. Even when she was older and could pronounce Steve, and Steven she had continued calling him Stev. That is till he had ran away. Stev had thought her everything she knew about living on the streets, he had even given her, her favorite dagger.
Quickly changing her look to 'what a funny name' look so that he wouldn't recognize her. The last thing she wanted write now was him to recognize her. He would make a big deal about and everyone would find out she was a girl. She loved her brother but he wasn't going to ruin her life.
"So what ya running from de bulls for?" Daggers asked her curiosity getting the better of her.
"Don't know, just know their after me," He replied. Daggers could tell he was lying, he had after all taught her how to lie. He decided to shift the attention from him to her "So why aren't ya sellin' with the rest of the newsies?"
"Daggers got 'imself beat up real bad," Spot answered for her.
"Nuthin' really I'll be fine in a day or so,"
"Ya get into fights regularly?" Asked Stev trying to keep the conversation as far from him as possible.
"Only when they start it or do someding I don't like," replied Daggers picking up a casual tone like it was no big deal.
"What about this one, how'd it start?"
"This scab pissed me off a while ago so I soaked 'im, wanted payback so he brought a few friends and played dirty. Would have really done me in if Spot and Flame hadn't showed up." Daggers maintained a calm tone the entire explanation. Stev nodded as if expecting Daggers to continue, and so she did. "Spot and Flame soaked them real good for me. Ya know newsies watch out for newsies."
Spot watched as the two of them exchanged guarded comments always watching the other next move. He had never seen Daggers have so much guard up.
Chapter 5
Daggers woke up feeling very stiff and not really wanting to move. The bruises were much worse compared to the ones she got from soaking someone else, but they would have been much worse if Spot and Flame hadn't shown up.
Looking up Daggers realized that she was the only one left in their lodging house. The boys had left her to sleep not even giving her a choice if she wanted to get up or not. It was a smart move she would have insisted on going with the others to sell. Yawning and getting up she found a piece of paper and slice of bread by her bed addressed to her.
Dagers Daggers
Desided to let ya sleep. Don't soak us, just luking loking out for ya. Brekfast right dere.
-Flame & oders
Daggers chuckled all the boys could read but it was obvious they couldn't spell. Well they never really had a reason to. Except for the strike, she had heard a lot about that, but they all could spell 'strike', and 'Brooklyn' now. Daggers wished she had been a newsie for that going up against the big newspaper. No she had still been at home wishing to be somewhere else. Daggers had read about the strike in the papers but only the parts they the published.
Moving sluggishly over to the water spout to rinse her face when she heard a knock at the door. Daggers didn't really want to go open the door not knowing who it was(The newsies didn't knock, they owned the place). Half staggering she made her way over to the door and opened it.
"Hey, I'm looking for a Spot Conlon," Said a tall boy about two years older than Daggers.
"Not here," Daggers replied sharply.
"Cool I'm not here to beat him up or anything."
"Why you here then?"
"Just want a word with 'im."
"Sure," She replied none believingly. Daggers wanted to trust him, but Spot had saved her, with the help of Flame of course, from those scabs she owed him.
"Look, I don't have time for this, is he here or not?"
"Who?" asked Spot said sliding down the banister of the stairs that led up to the second room of their warehouse.
"I thought ya went out sellin' wid everyone else," Daggers said as Spot showed up at the door.
"We decided someone should stay here in case ya tried anyding stupid."
"Comforting how much ya trust me,"
"What ya want?" Spot asked turning his attention to the boy.
"You Spot Conlon?"
"Yeah,"
"Who doesn't know dat," Daggers muttered mostly to herself but they heard.
"Who's dis, I haven't gotten anything out of him but rude comebacks,"
"Daggers, being rude is w'at he does best, " Spot replied casually like it was no big deal. "So, w'at ya want."
"I was told by a buddy, that the best way to hind from the bulls is become a newsie."
"Yeah and," Spot replied.
"I was also told that the bulls don't even come near the Brooklyn newsies, so I was wondering if I could lie low here a while."
"Could have said that in the first place," Daggers shot way.
The boy shot Daggers a familiar look that spelled out 'shut up'. She rolled her eyes in reply and Spot ignore their sibling like feud.
"Fine, ya have to find your own found and pay for your own stuff, we ain't going take car of ya." Spot said crudely and motioned that he could enter. "What's ya name?"
"Real, or nickname?"
"Doesn't matter,"
"Stev,"
Daggers froze and looked up at the boy with 'what' written all over her face. Stev was the nickname she had given her older brother when she was little because he hadn't like his name, and and she couldn't pronounce Steve it had always come out Stev. Even when she was older and could pronounce Steve, and Steven she had continued calling him Stev. That is till he had ran away. Stev had thought her everything she knew about living on the streets, he had even given her, her favorite dagger.
Quickly changing her look to 'what a funny name' look so that he wouldn't recognize her. The last thing she wanted write now was him to recognize her. He would make a big deal about and everyone would find out she was a girl. She loved her brother but he wasn't going to ruin her life.
"So what ya running from de bulls for?" Daggers asked her curiosity getting the better of her.
"Don't know, just know their after me," He replied. Daggers could tell he was lying, he had after all taught her how to lie. He decided to shift the attention from him to her "So why aren't ya sellin' with the rest of the newsies?"
"Daggers got 'imself beat up real bad," Spot answered for her.
"Nuthin' really I'll be fine in a day or so,"
"Ya get into fights regularly?" Asked Stev trying to keep the conversation as far from him as possible.
"Only when they start it or do someding I don't like," replied Daggers picking up a casual tone like it was no big deal.
"What about this one, how'd it start?"
"This scab pissed me off a while ago so I soaked 'im, wanted payback so he brought a few friends and played dirty. Would have really done me in if Spot and Flame hadn't showed up." Daggers maintained a calm tone the entire explanation. Stev nodded as if expecting Daggers to continue, and so she did. "Spot and Flame soaked them real good for me. Ya know newsies watch out for newsies."
Spot watched as the two of them exchanged guarded comments always watching the other next move. He had never seen Daggers have so much guard up.
