A/N- I LOVE YOU ALL! I got home from prom at around 2 am (yes, it was a
blast!), and I decided to check my email before I went to bed, and I was
overwhelmed by how many reviews I got! I meant to put this chapter up
sooner since so many of you requested it, but my computer was being dumb.
You all agreed on her choosing Spot (except one of you I think), and I
can't say I blame you, because he's gorgeous! (not that Mush isn't hot)
But, you'll have to be patient, because her decision will not be revealed
right away.
Chapter 13
I just don't know what to do. I care so much for Spot and Mush! Why did this have to happen? Kit thought to herself. She was walking around Brooklyn, not caring where she was going or where she'd end up. She was too lost in her thoughts to care. She made sure to put her hair up and wore her cap so hopefully know one would bother her. She was wrong.
"It's him!" This brought her back to reality as she peered in the direction of where the voice came from. It was too dark to see who it was. The boy ran off and shouted something, but Kit couldn't understand what it was. She just kept on walking and pondering the last two days. She didn't realize it, but she had entered an alley. She looked up when she heard voices and footsteps. A gang of teenage boys were standing right in front of her. All of them had their eyes fixated on her. The footsteps came from behind her. She looked back only to see a few more boys blocking the only exit. Great, now what do I do? I don't think I can take all of them, she thought.
"Well, if it ain't da great untouchable boy everyone's been talking 'bout! I'm disappointed, I expected yous to be talleh!" said a stern voice. Some of the guys around her laughed. She didn't recognize the voice.
"Who are you?" she asked, making sure not to sound nervous.
"Doesn't mattah, what mattahs is you beat da shit outta my brodah and my cousin! Wese been looking foh ya foh sometime now." She then noticed he had a club in his hand, so she was sure others had weapons.
"Ya, didn't I promise I'd get ya back?" That voice she did recognize. It was the leader of the gang of factory boys.
"And didn't I tell ya not ta mess wit me?" she said confidently, even though she knew she was in trouble.
"Get da bastard!" Kit pulled out her slingshot and shot a couple of marbles into some of the guy's faces as they began to charge her. They fell back and threw their hands up where she had hit them. Then a guy behind tried punching her, but she ducked and tripped him by bending down and swinging her right leg. After she knocked him down, she threw up her right leg, catching it in her right hand, and dropped it on his stomach. The guy wailed in pain. She then did a back kick into the guy's face who was coming up behind her, pushing him into some other guys. The fighting continued as she managed to avoid most punches and kicks thrown at her. One guy managed to kick her back, but she caught herself and did four backhand walkovers. Her hat had now fallen off, so she quickly picked it up and put it back on. Her hair was still tied up in a bun She then turned around and ran towards the fence. The last thing she saw was a club. Everything went black.
"Pick 'em up!" demanded a voice. Kit was slowly regaining consciousness as two guys grabbed her arms to hoist her up. "Take off da hat!"
He took Kit's hat off. "A goil?!" Everyone was shocked. They all began whispering to each other. Kit was so out of it she didn't say anything. "Let 'er haih down!" A guy behind her took out her bun, which caused hair to fall on her back and shoulders. "A very beautiful goil at dat."
"It's you!" The factory boy lifted up her chin in order to examine her face. She felt a bump forming on her forehead. Her head was throbbing. She looked at him. "I told ya I always get what I want." He dropped her chin and her head fell down, facing the ground. "I say we have fun wit her!" the factory boy said to the man that had been in control.
"I agree, she's really a piece of woik, dat one."
"Spot Conlon also has a ting foh her, so I tink we should put her body neah da newsies lodge house, pay him back foh what he's done to us." The man liked this idea and agreed.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Man, I tellin' you guys, dis goil was amazing! She was not only beautiful, but an amazin' kissah." A few Brooklyn newsies, Bulls, Sticks, and Tucker were walking back to the Lodge House late that night.
"Wait, you talkin' 'bout dat one goil we met a couple nights ago wit da red haih?" asked Sticks.
"Yeah, I told ya I could get 'er if I wanted to," replied Bulls.
"Man, I need to find me a goil," commented Tucker.
"I'm sure Kit could help ya talk ta some goils," said Bulls.
"Yeah, I'll ask 'er. Speaking of Kit, wheah was she today? I mean, we-"
"You guys, what is dat?" interrupted Sticks. He pointed to something lying on the ground at the corner of the LH. It was really dark, and there was not much light, so it was difficult to see.
"I dunno, let's check it out," said Tucker. They ran over to see what it was. As they got closer, they noticed it was a person. They stopped and turned the curled up body over, facing them. Their eyes went wide as they jumped back.
"Kit?! Oh, hell no!"
Chapter 13
I just don't know what to do. I care so much for Spot and Mush! Why did this have to happen? Kit thought to herself. She was walking around Brooklyn, not caring where she was going or where she'd end up. She was too lost in her thoughts to care. She made sure to put her hair up and wore her cap so hopefully know one would bother her. She was wrong.
"It's him!" This brought her back to reality as she peered in the direction of where the voice came from. It was too dark to see who it was. The boy ran off and shouted something, but Kit couldn't understand what it was. She just kept on walking and pondering the last two days. She didn't realize it, but she had entered an alley. She looked up when she heard voices and footsteps. A gang of teenage boys were standing right in front of her. All of them had their eyes fixated on her. The footsteps came from behind her. She looked back only to see a few more boys blocking the only exit. Great, now what do I do? I don't think I can take all of them, she thought.
"Well, if it ain't da great untouchable boy everyone's been talking 'bout! I'm disappointed, I expected yous to be talleh!" said a stern voice. Some of the guys around her laughed. She didn't recognize the voice.
"Who are you?" she asked, making sure not to sound nervous.
"Doesn't mattah, what mattahs is you beat da shit outta my brodah and my cousin! Wese been looking foh ya foh sometime now." She then noticed he had a club in his hand, so she was sure others had weapons.
"Ya, didn't I promise I'd get ya back?" That voice she did recognize. It was the leader of the gang of factory boys.
"And didn't I tell ya not ta mess wit me?" she said confidently, even though she knew she was in trouble.
"Get da bastard!" Kit pulled out her slingshot and shot a couple of marbles into some of the guy's faces as they began to charge her. They fell back and threw their hands up where she had hit them. Then a guy behind tried punching her, but she ducked and tripped him by bending down and swinging her right leg. After she knocked him down, she threw up her right leg, catching it in her right hand, and dropped it on his stomach. The guy wailed in pain. She then did a back kick into the guy's face who was coming up behind her, pushing him into some other guys. The fighting continued as she managed to avoid most punches and kicks thrown at her. One guy managed to kick her back, but she caught herself and did four backhand walkovers. Her hat had now fallen off, so she quickly picked it up and put it back on. Her hair was still tied up in a bun She then turned around and ran towards the fence. The last thing she saw was a club. Everything went black.
"Pick 'em up!" demanded a voice. Kit was slowly regaining consciousness as two guys grabbed her arms to hoist her up. "Take off da hat!"
He took Kit's hat off. "A goil?!" Everyone was shocked. They all began whispering to each other. Kit was so out of it she didn't say anything. "Let 'er haih down!" A guy behind her took out her bun, which caused hair to fall on her back and shoulders. "A very beautiful goil at dat."
"It's you!" The factory boy lifted up her chin in order to examine her face. She felt a bump forming on her forehead. Her head was throbbing. She looked at him. "I told ya I always get what I want." He dropped her chin and her head fell down, facing the ground. "I say we have fun wit her!" the factory boy said to the man that had been in control.
"I agree, she's really a piece of woik, dat one."
"Spot Conlon also has a ting foh her, so I tink we should put her body neah da newsies lodge house, pay him back foh what he's done to us." The man liked this idea and agreed.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Man, I tellin' you guys, dis goil was amazing! She was not only beautiful, but an amazin' kissah." A few Brooklyn newsies, Bulls, Sticks, and Tucker were walking back to the Lodge House late that night.
"Wait, you talkin' 'bout dat one goil we met a couple nights ago wit da red haih?" asked Sticks.
"Yeah, I told ya I could get 'er if I wanted to," replied Bulls.
"Man, I need to find me a goil," commented Tucker.
"I'm sure Kit could help ya talk ta some goils," said Bulls.
"Yeah, I'll ask 'er. Speaking of Kit, wheah was she today? I mean, we-"
"You guys, what is dat?" interrupted Sticks. He pointed to something lying on the ground at the corner of the LH. It was really dark, and there was not much light, so it was difficult to see.
"I dunno, let's check it out," said Tucker. They ran over to see what it was. As they got closer, they noticed it was a person. They stopped and turned the curled up body over, facing them. Their eyes went wide as they jumped back.
"Kit?! Oh, hell no!"
