Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, but I do own Joe and Mahoney. . . and
Race's uncle. . . and I suppose I own his aunt too.
Step.
Ow.
Step.
Ow.
"Uh, Joe. . . where are we going?"
Silence.
Step.
Ow.
"You can let me down. I promise I won't do anything." Even if I wanted to I couldn't.
Silence.
Step.
Ow.
Each time Joe moved his shoulder dug into my stomach. I think he planned it that way.
I don't know how long we walked, but we finally stopped. Actually I never had to do any walking. I was carried. I can now see why Crutchy is so against it.
Joe let go of me and shrugged his shoulder, letting me fall to the ground. I didn't get up fast enough to suit him, so he hauled me up with a hand on the back of my collar.
We were at the front door of a house. It looked familiar. Very familiar.
Now where have I seen it before?
Mahoney knocked on the door. We didn't have to wait long before a lady came and opened the door.
I stood there in shock. She's my aunt.
This is my uncle's house.
"May I help you?" Aunt Teresa asked, greeting the three of us with a smile.
"We're here to see Mr. Daniel Russo." Mahoney tipped his hat politely.
"I didn't know my husband was expecting visitors."
"Well, he wasn't, but we were in the neighborhood and decided to drop by. I'm dreadfully sorry for the inconvenience we're causing you."
Now there is a guy who can lie through his teeth.
"Oh no, no. It's no trouble at all. Please come in." My aunt held open the door and led us down the hall. "My husband is in the parlor. This way, please."
She brought us to the large wooden door that I remember so well.
"Can I get you anything to eat?"
"No ma'am, but thank you."
Mahoney opens the door and memories come flooding back to me. Memories I thought I had buried.
Fortunately I'm still drunk, the incident in the bar being only a little more than an hour ago.
Mahoney leads the way into the room and Joe pushes me in and shuts the door.
"What can I do for you gentlemen?" That's my uncle for you, always polite.
"Well, you see, this kid here owes us a great deal of money. Five hundred dollars actually."
Liar. I'd already paid him five,
"Four hundred and ninety five." I'm not really sure if anyone understood me. But at least I tried.
"What did he say?" Uncle Daniel closed the book he was reading.
"I'm not sure. Nothing important though. He's drunk. And he owes us money."
"And why should that concern me?" My uncle put down the book he had been holding and stood up.
"'Cause he's Anthony Higgins, your nephew."
"And you want me to pay his debt."
"Well, yes."
"May I ask why he owes you money?"
"He bet five hundred on one hand and lost."
This is gonna be priceless. They're actually asking my uncle to repay money that I owed them 'cause I gambled while I was drunk.
They obviously didn't know my uncle.
"This boy is no nephew of mine. He's a drunken gambler."
The looks on their faces are priceless.
"So you're not gonna pay?"
"No." He paused and sat back down. "If that's all you wanted I would be grateful if you would let me return to what I was doing before I was interrupted."
My uncle radiated disapproval as Joe and Mahoney left, dragging me after them.
My aunt showed us the door and before I knew it we were back outside.
I thought the whole thing was very amusing, but lucky for me the giggles were wearing off.
"You know what? This is all your fault! If you had checked to make sure the old man would bail out his nephew then we wouldn't be in this mess."
Mahoney was angry. I think it's funny. But no laughing. I hurt enough already.
Ow.
"If at first you don't succeed, try, try, again."
"Joe, will you shut up?"
Joe gives Mahoney a few seconds of silence before he starts talking again.
"So, what are we gonna do with him?"
"What are we supposed to do with him? We can't kill him?"
Despite the fact that my life pretty much rested in their conversation, I felt myself drifting.
I feel really dizzy all of the sudden.
"Why not?"
"Oh, I don't know. . . Could it be the whole problem with getting rid of the body?"
"Oh."
I get the impression that Joe isn't very bright.
"Leave him here."
I look up at Joe. He's kinda fuzzy. Of course it might help if the world stopped moving.
I look up at him just in time to see his fuzzy fist come toward my head.
AN: Part 5 is done.
First, I'd like to apologize. I meant to say that I was going to be gone from the 19th to the 22nd, but when I tried to post this fanfiction.net wasn't working. I'd also like to say I'm sorry this part took so long. . . I didn't have the internet where I was.
On the other hand I have a brilliant idea for a new short story (thanks to my dear and utterly fabulous friend Sara) I call it Crutchy the Mauler. . . I'm planning on posting it after I finish this fic.
Funkiechick: Yay! I liked that line too. . . of course the whole reason I put it in there was because I was too lazy to figure out what they were really called. . . so I decided Race didn't either.^_^;; I wasn't planning on putting any romance in the story, but I thought of a great way to have some spot/race-age going on. . . so I'm going to put it in the shout outs, just for you!
Sapphy: Don't worry. . . the Race-nappers will get what they deserve *manical laughter*
Legs: Thanks for the awesome review! There isn't going to be any romance in this story. . . so don't worry. And Joe and Mahoney get what's coming to them. . . as if finding out their plan didn't work wasn't enough. . .
Step.
Ow.
Step.
Ow.
"Uh, Joe. . . where are we going?"
Silence.
Step.
Ow.
"You can let me down. I promise I won't do anything." Even if I wanted to I couldn't.
Silence.
Step.
Ow.
Each time Joe moved his shoulder dug into my stomach. I think he planned it that way.
I don't know how long we walked, but we finally stopped. Actually I never had to do any walking. I was carried. I can now see why Crutchy is so against it.
Joe let go of me and shrugged his shoulder, letting me fall to the ground. I didn't get up fast enough to suit him, so he hauled me up with a hand on the back of my collar.
We were at the front door of a house. It looked familiar. Very familiar.
Now where have I seen it before?
Mahoney knocked on the door. We didn't have to wait long before a lady came and opened the door.
I stood there in shock. She's my aunt.
This is my uncle's house.
"May I help you?" Aunt Teresa asked, greeting the three of us with a smile.
"We're here to see Mr. Daniel Russo." Mahoney tipped his hat politely.
"I didn't know my husband was expecting visitors."
"Well, he wasn't, but we were in the neighborhood and decided to drop by. I'm dreadfully sorry for the inconvenience we're causing you."
Now there is a guy who can lie through his teeth.
"Oh no, no. It's no trouble at all. Please come in." My aunt held open the door and led us down the hall. "My husband is in the parlor. This way, please."
She brought us to the large wooden door that I remember so well.
"Can I get you anything to eat?"
"No ma'am, but thank you."
Mahoney opens the door and memories come flooding back to me. Memories I thought I had buried.
Fortunately I'm still drunk, the incident in the bar being only a little more than an hour ago.
Mahoney leads the way into the room and Joe pushes me in and shuts the door.
"What can I do for you gentlemen?" That's my uncle for you, always polite.
"Well, you see, this kid here owes us a great deal of money. Five hundred dollars actually."
Liar. I'd already paid him five,
"Four hundred and ninety five." I'm not really sure if anyone understood me. But at least I tried.
"What did he say?" Uncle Daniel closed the book he was reading.
"I'm not sure. Nothing important though. He's drunk. And he owes us money."
"And why should that concern me?" My uncle put down the book he had been holding and stood up.
"'Cause he's Anthony Higgins, your nephew."
"And you want me to pay his debt."
"Well, yes."
"May I ask why he owes you money?"
"He bet five hundred on one hand and lost."
This is gonna be priceless. They're actually asking my uncle to repay money that I owed them 'cause I gambled while I was drunk.
They obviously didn't know my uncle.
"This boy is no nephew of mine. He's a drunken gambler."
The looks on their faces are priceless.
"So you're not gonna pay?"
"No." He paused and sat back down. "If that's all you wanted I would be grateful if you would let me return to what I was doing before I was interrupted."
My uncle radiated disapproval as Joe and Mahoney left, dragging me after them.
My aunt showed us the door and before I knew it we were back outside.
I thought the whole thing was very amusing, but lucky for me the giggles were wearing off.
"You know what? This is all your fault! If you had checked to make sure the old man would bail out his nephew then we wouldn't be in this mess."
Mahoney was angry. I think it's funny. But no laughing. I hurt enough already.
Ow.
"If at first you don't succeed, try, try, again."
"Joe, will you shut up?"
Joe gives Mahoney a few seconds of silence before he starts talking again.
"So, what are we gonna do with him?"
"What are we supposed to do with him? We can't kill him?"
Despite the fact that my life pretty much rested in their conversation, I felt myself drifting.
I feel really dizzy all of the sudden.
"Why not?"
"Oh, I don't know. . . Could it be the whole problem with getting rid of the body?"
"Oh."
I get the impression that Joe isn't very bright.
"Leave him here."
I look up at Joe. He's kinda fuzzy. Of course it might help if the world stopped moving.
I look up at him just in time to see his fuzzy fist come toward my head.
AN: Part 5 is done.
First, I'd like to apologize. I meant to say that I was going to be gone from the 19th to the 22nd, but when I tried to post this fanfiction.net wasn't working. I'd also like to say I'm sorry this part took so long. . . I didn't have the internet where I was.
On the other hand I have a brilliant idea for a new short story (thanks to my dear and utterly fabulous friend Sara) I call it Crutchy the Mauler. . . I'm planning on posting it after I finish this fic.
Funkiechick: Yay! I liked that line too. . . of course the whole reason I put it in there was because I was too lazy to figure out what they were really called. . . so I decided Race didn't either.^_^;; I wasn't planning on putting any romance in the story, but I thought of a great way to have some spot/race-age going on. . . so I'm going to put it in the shout outs, just for you!
Sapphy: Don't worry. . . the Race-nappers will get what they deserve *manical laughter*
Legs: Thanks for the awesome review! There isn't going to be any romance in this story. . . so don't worry. And Joe and Mahoney get what's coming to them. . . as if finding out their plan didn't work wasn't enough. . .