A/N- Sorry this took awhile to get out. I just got a new laptop for my graduation present from my parents, and I had to retype this chapter. I hope you like it, and since I have time now that school is over, I'm going to do shout-outs!

Race Da Hottie- I'm glad you liked it. LA and Las Vegas was tons of fun! I went with my family and we went to theme parks including Six Flags and Disneyland (Disneyworld is much better though), and in Las Vegas we saw a couple IMAX movies and pigged out at buffets (we were only there for one night).

Chewy- Any girl would be crazy not to choose Spot, even though Mush is a sweety. You'll find out in this chapter whether she gets hurt or not.

Kate Lawrence- Well, here you are! I hope you like it!

Thistle- Yeah, she'd be insane not to choose Spot. Mush will be okay, you'll see. Yeah, you gotta love Race. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Imaginelet- Yeah, I luv Mush too, but I luv Spot more. Those guys are back, but you'll see, that's a good thing. Enjoy!

Chapter 18

"Is dat dem?" Mush whispered into Kit's ear. She nodded.

"Well, well, if it ain't da so called untouchable!" said one of the boys. Mush was confused.

Ya got da wrong poisen," he said, thinking they were talking about him.

They laughed. "Don't flatteh yaself. Wes talkin' 'bout da pretty goil next to ya."

Before Mush could react, Kit stood in front of him and with a stern voice said, "He has nothing to do with this, your quarrel is with me. So, if you're man enough, how about we make this a fair fight this time?" The boys laughed.

"We beat yous once we can do it again. By da way, nice dress, good luck fightin' in it!"

Mush just stood there, stunned and confused. Kit turned around and looked at him. "There's something I never mentioned to you, but looks like you're about to find out." She turned back around before he could comment. "You beat me because there were how many of you? How about one on one this time? Unless you're too scared to take on a girl!" She didn't want to fight, but there was no alternative. She also didn't want anyone involved, but decided to stay by Medda's, in case too many attackers arrived.

"Very well, sweet face. By da way, ya have a very nice body, I know cuz I checked it out myself." Mush couldn't just stand there anymore. He quickly walked up to the guy and punched him, causing blood to spill from his mouth.

"I'll kill ya!" he yelled as the guy fell to the ground. Kit immediately intervened as another guy threw a punch at Mush. She blocked it, pushing Mush out of harm's way. After blocking it, she did a double kick to his nuts, causing him to bend over in pain. She then grabbed the sides of his head and forced him down into her knee, breaking his nose. The guy fell backwards in pain as the blood came pouring out of his nose. . Meanwhile Mush just stood there stunned as he watched Kit take them down one by one. Her wrist was still tender, so she avoided using it whenever possible. After she finished part of the gang of factory boys, she glanced over at Mush. "My dad taught me," was all she could think to say.

"Kit!" She looked over and saw Spot running towards her. She smiled at him.

"Lookout!" shouted Mush. As she turned her head, she felt a hard kick to her stomach. She let out a grown while falling backwards in pain. The wind had been knocked out of her. While gasping for air, she watched Mush and Spot attack the guy who had just kicked her. Just then she saw more guys join, newsies and factory boys. It was now a big brawl.

As she slowly stood up, she heard the voice that filled her with fear. "Heya dollface, remembeh me? Yeah, how could ya forget? I had such a good time playin' around wit ya." She turned around only to come face to face with the guy who raped her. Just then Spot intervened. He threw a punch, beginning their fight. They were throwing punches left and right, although Spot had the upper hand thanks to Kit. Even though he had his cane with him, he wanted a fair fight, which meant not using it. He was able to block and dodge a lot of punches unlike his opponent.

Kit still had guys attacking her. Even though she was normally against this, she broke at least one bone of every guy that attacked her. Anger had overcome all of her senses. All she could think about was the night they had almost killed her. She demonstrated techniques she never even considered using. One technique she called backbreaker was used. In this technique she broke both the back and the arm they tried to punch her with. Even though this technique involved breaking the neck, murder was not an option, no matter how much anger filled her. While catching her breath, she glanced over at Spot. The guy had now pulled out a knife with a wide grin spreading across his face. He swiped the knife at Spot, cutting his arm. Kit immediately ran in front of Spot. "Got outta my way sweety!" he remarked.

"No, this ends here!"

"Kit-"

"Don't worry, Spot, I got this. Give me your cane," she said quietly. He handed it to her, but she kept it behind her back, hiding it from her attacker.

"Fine, have it your way, babe!" He dove at her. She quickly lunge the cane at him, hitting him in the arm he was holding the knife in and broke it. He let out a cry before falling to the ground, unconscious from the overwhelming amount of pain.

She looked down at him before looking back up. She noticed that the other factory boys had retreated. She handed the cane to Spot. He slammed it down on the guy's stomach.

"Was that really necessary?" Kit asked.

"Just makin' sure he aint wakin' up anytime soon." She smiled at him. "So, what do we do wit da body?"

She thought for a second, but was interrupted by her fellow newsies who were all staring at her in awe. "So, Kit, um. when did ya plan on tellin' us yous could fight like dat?" asked Tucker.

"Well, I didn't actually, because I think I know what's going through all of your heads right now," she responded.

"Well, now wes know not ta piss ya off!" commented Race. Everyone laughed.

"I would never hurt you guys unless you gave me a really good reason. Even then I'd be hesitant. Please, don't look at me or treat me differently."

"Well, we can't help dat. Knowin' dat a goil can kick our asses aint da a most pleasing thought," said Bulls. They all nodded there heads, a little embarrassed.

"Hey, you guys, I'm still the same old Kit, come on." She knew this day would come eventually. She lowered her head, feeling ashamed of her skills for the first time in her life. She wanted the newsies to view her as one of them, not fear her.

Spot knew what she was thinking and put his arm around her. He glared at everyone. "Hey, what da hell is yous guys' problem?! Jist cuz she can fight don't change nothin'! She's still one of us, and will be treated da same as befoh! Anyone gives 'er grief and I'll soak 'em, got it?!" he said in an assertive manner. Everyone nodded. They knew better than to argue with the most respected leader in New York. "Dat's more like it! No, I want yous ta get rid of dis piece 'o trash right in fron' 'o me." He kicked the guy right in before him, who still lay motionless. Some of his fellow Brooklyn newsies came forward and picked up the guy Kit and Spot had defeated. "Dump him in da lake!" They did as they were told.

The other newsies had now turned around and began walking back to their lodging house.

Kit hugged Spot. "Thanks," she said into his ear. He released her. "I'll see you back at the lodging house." He nodded and began walking away. Kit watched him walk away. She looked down and noticed the knife on the ground. She bent over and picked it up. She turned around and saw Mush leaning against the brick wall by the dumpster. She walked over to the dumpster and threw the knife in there. She walked up to Mush and examined his face. He had a bloody lip, but that was it. "I'm glad you're okay." She smiled, but he did not return the favor.

"Spot knew yous could fight like dat, huh?" he asked after a brief silence.

"Yeah, but only because he saw me."

"Ya love him, don't you?"

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