Disclaimer- Mush is mine. That's all there is to it. Muahaha.
Shouts-
Spark- Muahahaha, I love using suspense. *even more evil laughing* Whahoo, fun stuff.
Priscilla- Thanks cheek! I'm glad you liked that chapter. Who knows... you could still be right...
Snooza- No no no, don't -do-something! AhhhHHH!!! Muaha. Glad you like it. Later!
Sprite- ROAD TRIP!!!!! I'm all excited an shit now ! Ima miss ya this spring... But that's ok, cause I'll see ya in the summer! (Hopef'ly) Oh man, it'll be FUN to thwomp Spotty Boy with a salami... Ah! Shh! Can't give out the secrets! Muaha, our sinister kidnaping plan... Whahoo! I can't wait till you update again! I miss Skating Lessons! And Smartass/Bayou fluff ain't bad either... muaha... Love ya goil!
*gives out extra big pieces of cake fer the hell of it*
Ready... set... READ!
-L'Amo-
"...Wha's wrong, hun?" The boy was laying in bed, leaning over to a small girl, sitting on the floor next to him.
"I had a nightmare." The girl was crying.
"Oh, c'mere... Now. Why dun ya tell me 'bout it." She climbed into his bed, wiping her eyes.
"I can't remember it all... I was tied to a table, and that mean man was standing over me with a tool in his hand. He was laughing, saying that I was gonna make him rich... That's all I remember." She looked at the boy, who was smiling at her.
"Dun worry, yer safe now..." She gave him a serious look.
"He scares me, Whitey. What if he comes back for me again?"
"I'll pr'tect ya..." The boy hugged the girl close.
"Will you tell me a story?" Her eyes were wide and hopeful. He nodded.
"Sure. What about?" She though for a moment.
"About... a princess. Who lives in a castle on a mountain, that's being taken over by an evil dragon, so a prince comes to rescue her." The boy smiled.
"You could write tha story yerself." The girl begged him with her eyes. "Alrigh', alrigh'... Once 'pon a time, there was a beautiful princess, named Bennita, who lived on a tall mou'in..."
Benna awoke to the sun shining on her face from a window near the corner of the room. She looked around the empty room, searching for any sort of writing material, a pen or pencil... It was no use. The dream was slowly fading from her mind. 'C'mon... Anything, c'mon...' She spotted a small piece of charcoal sitting in an ash tray by one of the beds. She grabbed it and wrote down the finer points of her dream on a scrape she found not far from it. 'The boy, his name was Whitey... He named the princess Bennita... A man was coming after her...' Benna was completely dumbfounded.. Sure, she'd had dreams like this before, many of them, but in this one, the two spoke, there were names... It was so familiar to her too. Like, it was a movie that was playing in the back of her mind, that she'd already seen before.
Alas, it didn't last. All she now remembered of the dream was what she had managed to scribble onto the shrap of parchment in her hand. 'Boy, Whitey. Dream-Bennita. Mean man.' So much for that.
"Wait a minute..." she said to herself, looking over the paper. "Whitey... Whitey Halloway... GADZOOKS!" She ran down the stairs of the Lodging House, looking for Kloppman. All the newsies were out selling, so the lobby was deserted. She found him behind his desk. Catching her breath, she splurted out,
"What can you tell me about Whitey Halloway?" It caught Kloppman off guard, but he smiled, looking at Benna with caring eyes.
"Why so int'rested?" he pried. Benna sighed.
"I had a dream last night. I think he was in it. Did he have light brown hair and glasses?" Kloppman nodded. Benna looked away. "It was him..." She turned back to Kloppman. He was smiling, watching her think. He had that look on his face, the one people get when they know something that you don't. Benna shrugged it off. "What can you tell me about him?" she asked again.
Kloppman inhaled, looking at the desk, then back at Benna. "'E came from a rich fam'ly. They 'ad a house oveh on West Ave. One day, while walkin' the streets, 'e came 'cross a young goil, alone in an alley. She couldn' a been more den six. Anyway, they got to tawkin'. Turns out she'd run away from 'er 'ome, an' was in no condition to go back. She told 'im things, things that no one else knew. Whitey, who was then known as Daniel, grew fond a 'er, and took the goil 'ome. 'E wan'ed ta give 'er a place ta sleep that night. Well, 'is fautha wouldn' stand fer it. Wasn't gonna let some streetrat like 'er in 'is 'ome. So, Danny tells 'im, 'e says 'Eitheh she stays 'er I go.' So, 'is fautha kicked 'im out. It wasn't no big deal, Danny'd neveh liked dat hoity-toity life b'foah, and wan'ed ta leave fer a long time. Da two a them came 'ere. They became like brotha 'n sistah. 'E woulda taken a bullet ta tha 'ead fer 'er. But, she had 'er secrets. Secrets only Danny knew. An' they caught up wid 'er. By da time she turned ten, she was at a great risk. She left. No one eveh knew where she went, she jus' dis'peared one night. Danny wouldn't tell a soul 'er secrets, but did tell me that someone had been afteh 'er. 'E thought it was 'is fault she dis'peared, said 'e shoulda stopped da guy. 'E couln' stand livin' here widout 'er anymore, so 'e left. No one knows where 'e is now a days." Kloppman finished with a sigh. He watched Benna, who was staring at the floor. She looked up seconds later.
"What was the girls name?" she asked slowly. Kloppman paused, then spoke.
"Ev'y one called 'er Smirk, but... 'er real name was... Bennita Bianco."
Benna stopped dead. "Bennita Bianco?" Kloppman nodded.
"That's really some coincidence , ain't it? I mean, how often ya come 'cross a name like that..." Benna's stomach was in knots.
"How old was she when she... disappeared?" Kloppman looked up for a second, thinking, then back to Benna.
"Musta been about, oh... ten? Yeah, I believe so." Benna swollowed hard. Could she...? No... That would be impossible... "Uh, what's wrong, Miss?" Benna had had the look on her face again. She looked over at Kloppman, her face pale and her throat dry.
"I was in an accident when I was ten." Kloppman stared at her. "I have no idea about my life before that age. I just woke up in the hospital one day after a three month coma with no memory." Kloppman lowered his hands, which were resting on the desk. He stared at Benna.
"Hm..."
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Yeah, I know this ones a lil' short, but I just HAD to get that up! Flourless chocolate cake to reviewers!
Shouts-
Spark- Muahahaha, I love using suspense. *even more evil laughing* Whahoo, fun stuff.
Priscilla- Thanks cheek! I'm glad you liked that chapter. Who knows... you could still be right...
Snooza- No no no, don't -do-something! AhhhHHH!!! Muaha. Glad you like it. Later!
Sprite- ROAD TRIP!!!!! I'm all excited an shit now ! Ima miss ya this spring... But that's ok, cause I'll see ya in the summer! (Hopef'ly) Oh man, it'll be FUN to thwomp Spotty Boy with a salami... Ah! Shh! Can't give out the secrets! Muaha, our sinister kidnaping plan... Whahoo! I can't wait till you update again! I miss Skating Lessons! And Smartass/Bayou fluff ain't bad either... muaha... Love ya goil!
*gives out extra big pieces of cake fer the hell of it*
Ready... set... READ!
-L'Amo-
"...Wha's wrong, hun?" The boy was laying in bed, leaning over to a small girl, sitting on the floor next to him.
"I had a nightmare." The girl was crying.
"Oh, c'mere... Now. Why dun ya tell me 'bout it." She climbed into his bed, wiping her eyes.
"I can't remember it all... I was tied to a table, and that mean man was standing over me with a tool in his hand. He was laughing, saying that I was gonna make him rich... That's all I remember." She looked at the boy, who was smiling at her.
"Dun worry, yer safe now..." She gave him a serious look.
"He scares me, Whitey. What if he comes back for me again?"
"I'll pr'tect ya..." The boy hugged the girl close.
"Will you tell me a story?" Her eyes were wide and hopeful. He nodded.
"Sure. What about?" She though for a moment.
"About... a princess. Who lives in a castle on a mountain, that's being taken over by an evil dragon, so a prince comes to rescue her." The boy smiled.
"You could write tha story yerself." The girl begged him with her eyes. "Alrigh', alrigh'... Once 'pon a time, there was a beautiful princess, named Bennita, who lived on a tall mou'in..."
Benna awoke to the sun shining on her face from a window near the corner of the room. She looked around the empty room, searching for any sort of writing material, a pen or pencil... It was no use. The dream was slowly fading from her mind. 'C'mon... Anything, c'mon...' She spotted a small piece of charcoal sitting in an ash tray by one of the beds. She grabbed it and wrote down the finer points of her dream on a scrape she found not far from it. 'The boy, his name was Whitey... He named the princess Bennita... A man was coming after her...' Benna was completely dumbfounded.. Sure, she'd had dreams like this before, many of them, but in this one, the two spoke, there were names... It was so familiar to her too. Like, it was a movie that was playing in the back of her mind, that she'd already seen before.
Alas, it didn't last. All she now remembered of the dream was what she had managed to scribble onto the shrap of parchment in her hand. 'Boy, Whitey. Dream-Bennita. Mean man.' So much for that.
"Wait a minute..." she said to herself, looking over the paper. "Whitey... Whitey Halloway... GADZOOKS!" She ran down the stairs of the Lodging House, looking for Kloppman. All the newsies were out selling, so the lobby was deserted. She found him behind his desk. Catching her breath, she splurted out,
"What can you tell me about Whitey Halloway?" It caught Kloppman off guard, but he smiled, looking at Benna with caring eyes.
"Why so int'rested?" he pried. Benna sighed.
"I had a dream last night. I think he was in it. Did he have light brown hair and glasses?" Kloppman nodded. Benna looked away. "It was him..." She turned back to Kloppman. He was smiling, watching her think. He had that look on his face, the one people get when they know something that you don't. Benna shrugged it off. "What can you tell me about him?" she asked again.
Kloppman inhaled, looking at the desk, then back at Benna. "'E came from a rich fam'ly. They 'ad a house oveh on West Ave. One day, while walkin' the streets, 'e came 'cross a young goil, alone in an alley. She couldn' a been more den six. Anyway, they got to tawkin'. Turns out she'd run away from 'er 'ome, an' was in no condition to go back. She told 'im things, things that no one else knew. Whitey, who was then known as Daniel, grew fond a 'er, and took the goil 'ome. 'E wan'ed ta give 'er a place ta sleep that night. Well, 'is fautha wouldn' stand fer it. Wasn't gonna let some streetrat like 'er in 'is 'ome. So, Danny tells 'im, 'e says 'Eitheh she stays 'er I go.' So, 'is fautha kicked 'im out. It wasn't no big deal, Danny'd neveh liked dat hoity-toity life b'foah, and wan'ed ta leave fer a long time. Da two a them came 'ere. They became like brotha 'n sistah. 'E woulda taken a bullet ta tha 'ead fer 'er. But, she had 'er secrets. Secrets only Danny knew. An' they caught up wid 'er. By da time she turned ten, she was at a great risk. She left. No one eveh knew where she went, she jus' dis'peared one night. Danny wouldn't tell a soul 'er secrets, but did tell me that someone had been afteh 'er. 'E thought it was 'is fault she dis'peared, said 'e shoulda stopped da guy. 'E couln' stand livin' here widout 'er anymore, so 'e left. No one knows where 'e is now a days." Kloppman finished with a sigh. He watched Benna, who was staring at the floor. She looked up seconds later.
"What was the girls name?" she asked slowly. Kloppman paused, then spoke.
"Ev'y one called 'er Smirk, but... 'er real name was... Bennita Bianco."
Benna stopped dead. "Bennita Bianco?" Kloppman nodded.
"That's really some coincidence , ain't it? I mean, how often ya come 'cross a name like that..." Benna's stomach was in knots.
"How old was she when she... disappeared?" Kloppman looked up for a second, thinking, then back to Benna.
"Musta been about, oh... ten? Yeah, I believe so." Benna swollowed hard. Could she...? No... That would be impossible... "Uh, what's wrong, Miss?" Benna had had the look on her face again. She looked over at Kloppman, her face pale and her throat dry.
"I was in an accident when I was ten." Kloppman stared at her. "I have no idea about my life before that age. I just woke up in the hospital one day after a three month coma with no memory." Kloppman lowered his hands, which were resting on the desk. He stared at Benna.
"Hm..."
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Yeah, I know this ones a lil' short, but I just HAD to get that up! Flourless chocolate cake to reviewers!
