DISCLAIMER: Not mine don't own it never will *sigh. Own John and Slider
though and Mr. Peck.
I had sold the usual forty papes and was walking across the Brooklyn Bridge to go to the first night of Spot's party week. Apparently it was suppose to be the best one, since it was actually his birthday. The rest of the week was really going to be more of friends all getting together.
A few insults were thrown at me as I made my way to the beer table, I was used to them by now. A marble hit the back of my head and I jumped around. I rubbed the back of my head in pain, as my eyes searched for the culprit. With a sigh I turned back around and helped myself to a pint.
Several hours passed by until most of the congregation was inebriated.
"At the pub on the crossroads there's whiskey and beer There's brandy from cognac that's fragrant but dear But for killing the thirst and for raising the gout There's nothing at all beats a pint of good stout Drink it up men, it's long after ten," Spot smiled at me and beckoned me over, shoving a glass of beer towards me with one hand, he conducted with the other,
"At the pub on the crossroads I first went astray There I drank enough drink for to fill Galway Bay Going up to the mourning I wore out me shoes Going up to the cross for the best of good booze Drink it up men, it's long after ten!"
Mush and Kid Blink began to dance a jig, as glasses of ale were thrust into the air cheers escaping from everyone's lips. "Some folk o'er the water think bitter is fine And others they swear by the juice of the wine But there's nothing that's squeezed from the grape or the hop Like the black liquidation with the froth on the top Drink it up men, it's long after ten!"
Newsies had begun to stomp on the ground in a mad animal fashion and the singing went on.
"I've traveled in England, I've traveled in France At the sound of good music I'll sing or I'll dance So hear me then mister and pour me one more If I cannot drink it up then throw me out the door Drink it up men, it's long after ten!"
Even the girls were singing along, clearly as drunk as the boys. "It's Guinness's porter that has me this way For it's sweeter than buttermilk and stronger than tea But when in the morning I feel kind of rough Me cursin' lord I be who brews the damned stuff Drink it up men, it's long after ten Drink it up men, it's long after ten!"
A loud whoop went up from the crowd. Jack took his pint and raised it to Spot, "I," he hit his chest with his hand, "would like to make a toast, to my friend Spot Conlon, the notorious Leader of Brooklyn. I would also like to wish him a happy seventeenth birthday, from my heart," Jack hit his heart, "to yours," He grabbed Spot's shoulder, "To Spot!!"
The newsies echoed his cry, "To Spot."
Speech was cried from the back of the crowd, and the request multiplied until everyone was chanting. Spot raised his arms signaling for silence, "I would like to thank you all for coming! I want you to know that I consider all of you my closest friends, you are truly my family, and I do not know what I would do without you!" Clapping resounded once more, "And now, please let the festivities commence once more."
The music was cued and people began to dance with one another once again.
I walked over to a crate and sat down, I couldn't dance with any guys, and well girls weren't quite my thing. Spot walked over to me, "Having fun?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Good," he took another sip of his drink, "This is the life, eh?"
"Sure is, you've always done this?" I stood up next to him.
He turned and met me face to face, "Sure, for the part of my life worth remembering."
I wanted to kiss him then, I wanted to kiss him so bad. My head slowly leaned forward towards Spot's, then I pulled away realizing what I was doing.
I ran off from him, praying that he was too drunk to notice anything had happened.
A hand reached out and grabbed me, I felt a cloth be pressed against my mouth, and the world fell into darkness.
Ropes cut into my body restraining me to a rough wooden chair.
"Hi Charlotte, you look good."
I struggled against the ropes, "Wish I could say the same about you Mr. Peck."
"I had quite a time finding you, did you know that? Yet, I had an old friend tip me off that I should look into one of the newsies staying in his lodging house."
"Kloppman?"
"You make a cute boy, ya know that?"
"Thanks," I spat at him.
"Now Charlotte, Charlie, honey, I want you to think hard. Do you remember when Gary and I had the small argument of him stealing from me?"
"I don't know?"
He slapped me, his ring digging into my flesh, I felt the blood slide down my face, "Wanna rethink?"
The words were forced, "I'm still a little foggy."
He motioned to one of the men standing in the corner. He approached me, and fear crept into my stomach. His fist collided with my stomach and I lurched forward in pain, he pulled me back by my hair, so hard I swear I saw California. He punched my lower body some more, so much it hurt to even breathe. Then he attacked my face. I swore the bruises forming on my face weren't created by the human hand.
Mr. Peck turned back to face me and the man retreated back to his corner, "So?"
"Look I'm not going to do anything, or tell anyone."
"Why weren't you in there that night?"
"I was breaking up with my boyfriend, when I got back everyone was already dead, and the house was just starting to burn so I got out and ran away."
"I'm really interested in that, I am, but I just want my money."
"I don't have it!"
"Then who does, huh?"
"How should I know?"
The guy started in on me again. Finally Mr. Peck returned his attention to me, removing a gun from his waistcoat. He leaned into my face, "Where the hell is my money?!?"
"Untie me and I'll tell you."
"Untie her."
The man removed the ropes that bound me to the chair but my hands were still behind my back.
"So."
I didn't waste anytime, I sprinted towards the nearest window I went flying through it, glass was everywhere. I heard the gun being fired several times and a white hot pain formed in my side.
"Why the hell didn't you hold her," Mr. Peck screamed.
The man stuttered, but I was out of ear shot by the time they started talking. I ran towards the lodging house, knowing that I couldn't let Kloppman see me. Deep hate swelled up inside of me for him, I wondered of the connection between him and Mr. Peck.
My eyesight hovered in and out between blurriness. I reached the lodging house and knew I couldn't go up the fire escape unless my hands were untied. I looked down to see the blood stain on my shirt growing. I decided I would have to take my chances with Kloppman. I entered the building at full speed charging up the stairs. I walked into the washroom, and waited to see whether or not Kloppman would follow after me.
I sat down, feeling winded and weak. I tried to think of ways to untie my hands but, my brain wouldn't function. Finally I closed my eyes and gave into the increasing pain.
I heard whispering voices, my eyes briefly fluttered, "God? Is that you?"
"She called me God," a familiar voice sounded.
She?!? I sat up, fully awake, groaning in pain at my sudden movement I sank back down into the mattress.
"Hey, hey, now take it easy, it's me Race, and Blink."
"You said she," I stated dumbly.
Blink smirked, "Yeah well when we investigated your gaping wounds, some other erm things," he gave a pointed look, "showed up."
"Who else knows?"
"Well, the doctor, you're bullet free incase you were wondering-"
"Bullet?"
"You were shot."
"Oh right." Race smirked at me. I continued on, "Could you tell me what you know?"
"Well, we were coming home a bit early, hadn't gotten too drunk, sobered up a little from the walk. This was around one or so. We came up the stairs and into the wash room to get ready for bed, we were the first newsies back. Snipes, and Boots would normally be back already but they got involved in this big marble competition with some Brooklyn kids."
Blink cut in, "I wonder who won that."
Anyway," Race continued, "We came in here and saw you all bloody passes out on a stool. We thought you were still a guy so we started to see what the source of blood was. So we unbuttoned your shirt, and well we found. . .a lot."
I blushed, "Yeah. I wanted to tell you, I just couldn't."
Blink sat down on the bed, "Why not?"
"Look, I'll tell you later, but you have to get me out of the lodging house."
"Why?"
" 'Cause Kloppman ratted me out, that's why."
"What?!?" Blink screamed.
"Take me to this address, I think I'll be able to stay here."
I got out of the bed slowly and painfully, Mr. Peck had really done a number on me. Race helped support me, "Blink could you grab my bag?"
"Sure," he grabbed the bag and we headed out of the deserted lodging house, everyone was apparently out at lunch.
We walked up the stairs to John's apartment, and knocked on the door. No one was there, but I let myself in anyway. Sitting down on John's bed, Race joined me, and Blink pulled up a chair.
"Race please continue."
"Sure, well Blink ran and got a doctor, and he came back and kicked us out. When we came back you were sown up, and he had erm re-wrapped you, and stuff. You woke up briefly a little while later, but passed out again. Now you care to tell us exactly why you're in the shape you're in?"
"I told them the whole story, about how Gary had been stealing from Mr. Peck, and how my over protective brother Matthew and I had been fighting about my boyfriend, and had overheard them talking. Anyway my brother forced me to break up with my boyfriend. That's where I was when everyone was dead, and Mr. Peck had lit the house on fire. After Mr. Peck had left, Matthew and I also heard where the money was. I managed to get out of the house, but Mr. Peck found out that I was alive, and also framed me for the murders. Then he started searching for me to find out where his money was."
There was a slight pause then Blink stood up, "So. . .where is the money?"
I smiled, "Where do you think it is?"
I grabbed my bag and pulled out a few garments carefully placed on top. Then onto the bed I poured out all of the money, years worth of money.
A/N I feel like a total cliché hmmm am I? r/r please
sli
I had sold the usual forty papes and was walking across the Brooklyn Bridge to go to the first night of Spot's party week. Apparently it was suppose to be the best one, since it was actually his birthday. The rest of the week was really going to be more of friends all getting together.
A few insults were thrown at me as I made my way to the beer table, I was used to them by now. A marble hit the back of my head and I jumped around. I rubbed the back of my head in pain, as my eyes searched for the culprit. With a sigh I turned back around and helped myself to a pint.
Several hours passed by until most of the congregation was inebriated.
"At the pub on the crossroads there's whiskey and beer There's brandy from cognac that's fragrant but dear But for killing the thirst and for raising the gout There's nothing at all beats a pint of good stout Drink it up men, it's long after ten," Spot smiled at me and beckoned me over, shoving a glass of beer towards me with one hand, he conducted with the other,
"At the pub on the crossroads I first went astray There I drank enough drink for to fill Galway Bay Going up to the mourning I wore out me shoes Going up to the cross for the best of good booze Drink it up men, it's long after ten!"
Mush and Kid Blink began to dance a jig, as glasses of ale were thrust into the air cheers escaping from everyone's lips. "Some folk o'er the water think bitter is fine And others they swear by the juice of the wine But there's nothing that's squeezed from the grape or the hop Like the black liquidation with the froth on the top Drink it up men, it's long after ten!"
Newsies had begun to stomp on the ground in a mad animal fashion and the singing went on.
"I've traveled in England, I've traveled in France At the sound of good music I'll sing or I'll dance So hear me then mister and pour me one more If I cannot drink it up then throw me out the door Drink it up men, it's long after ten!"
Even the girls were singing along, clearly as drunk as the boys. "It's Guinness's porter that has me this way For it's sweeter than buttermilk and stronger than tea But when in the morning I feel kind of rough Me cursin' lord I be who brews the damned stuff Drink it up men, it's long after ten Drink it up men, it's long after ten!"
A loud whoop went up from the crowd. Jack took his pint and raised it to Spot, "I," he hit his chest with his hand, "would like to make a toast, to my friend Spot Conlon, the notorious Leader of Brooklyn. I would also like to wish him a happy seventeenth birthday, from my heart," Jack hit his heart, "to yours," He grabbed Spot's shoulder, "To Spot!!"
The newsies echoed his cry, "To Spot."
Speech was cried from the back of the crowd, and the request multiplied until everyone was chanting. Spot raised his arms signaling for silence, "I would like to thank you all for coming! I want you to know that I consider all of you my closest friends, you are truly my family, and I do not know what I would do without you!" Clapping resounded once more, "And now, please let the festivities commence once more."
The music was cued and people began to dance with one another once again.
I walked over to a crate and sat down, I couldn't dance with any guys, and well girls weren't quite my thing. Spot walked over to me, "Having fun?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Good," he took another sip of his drink, "This is the life, eh?"
"Sure is, you've always done this?" I stood up next to him.
He turned and met me face to face, "Sure, for the part of my life worth remembering."
I wanted to kiss him then, I wanted to kiss him so bad. My head slowly leaned forward towards Spot's, then I pulled away realizing what I was doing.
I ran off from him, praying that he was too drunk to notice anything had happened.
A hand reached out and grabbed me, I felt a cloth be pressed against my mouth, and the world fell into darkness.
Ropes cut into my body restraining me to a rough wooden chair.
"Hi Charlotte, you look good."
I struggled against the ropes, "Wish I could say the same about you Mr. Peck."
"I had quite a time finding you, did you know that? Yet, I had an old friend tip me off that I should look into one of the newsies staying in his lodging house."
"Kloppman?"
"You make a cute boy, ya know that?"
"Thanks," I spat at him.
"Now Charlotte, Charlie, honey, I want you to think hard. Do you remember when Gary and I had the small argument of him stealing from me?"
"I don't know?"
He slapped me, his ring digging into my flesh, I felt the blood slide down my face, "Wanna rethink?"
The words were forced, "I'm still a little foggy."
He motioned to one of the men standing in the corner. He approached me, and fear crept into my stomach. His fist collided with my stomach and I lurched forward in pain, he pulled me back by my hair, so hard I swear I saw California. He punched my lower body some more, so much it hurt to even breathe. Then he attacked my face. I swore the bruises forming on my face weren't created by the human hand.
Mr. Peck turned back to face me and the man retreated back to his corner, "So?"
"Look I'm not going to do anything, or tell anyone."
"Why weren't you in there that night?"
"I was breaking up with my boyfriend, when I got back everyone was already dead, and the house was just starting to burn so I got out and ran away."
"I'm really interested in that, I am, but I just want my money."
"I don't have it!"
"Then who does, huh?"
"How should I know?"
The guy started in on me again. Finally Mr. Peck returned his attention to me, removing a gun from his waistcoat. He leaned into my face, "Where the hell is my money?!?"
"Untie me and I'll tell you."
"Untie her."
The man removed the ropes that bound me to the chair but my hands were still behind my back.
"So."
I didn't waste anytime, I sprinted towards the nearest window I went flying through it, glass was everywhere. I heard the gun being fired several times and a white hot pain formed in my side.
"Why the hell didn't you hold her," Mr. Peck screamed.
The man stuttered, but I was out of ear shot by the time they started talking. I ran towards the lodging house, knowing that I couldn't let Kloppman see me. Deep hate swelled up inside of me for him, I wondered of the connection between him and Mr. Peck.
My eyesight hovered in and out between blurriness. I reached the lodging house and knew I couldn't go up the fire escape unless my hands were untied. I looked down to see the blood stain on my shirt growing. I decided I would have to take my chances with Kloppman. I entered the building at full speed charging up the stairs. I walked into the washroom, and waited to see whether or not Kloppman would follow after me.
I sat down, feeling winded and weak. I tried to think of ways to untie my hands but, my brain wouldn't function. Finally I closed my eyes and gave into the increasing pain.
I heard whispering voices, my eyes briefly fluttered, "God? Is that you?"
"She called me God," a familiar voice sounded.
She?!? I sat up, fully awake, groaning in pain at my sudden movement I sank back down into the mattress.
"Hey, hey, now take it easy, it's me Race, and Blink."
"You said she," I stated dumbly.
Blink smirked, "Yeah well when we investigated your gaping wounds, some other erm things," he gave a pointed look, "showed up."
"Who else knows?"
"Well, the doctor, you're bullet free incase you were wondering-"
"Bullet?"
"You were shot."
"Oh right." Race smirked at me. I continued on, "Could you tell me what you know?"
"Well, we were coming home a bit early, hadn't gotten too drunk, sobered up a little from the walk. This was around one or so. We came up the stairs and into the wash room to get ready for bed, we were the first newsies back. Snipes, and Boots would normally be back already but they got involved in this big marble competition with some Brooklyn kids."
Blink cut in, "I wonder who won that."
Anyway," Race continued, "We came in here and saw you all bloody passes out on a stool. We thought you were still a guy so we started to see what the source of blood was. So we unbuttoned your shirt, and well we found. . .a lot."
I blushed, "Yeah. I wanted to tell you, I just couldn't."
Blink sat down on the bed, "Why not?"
"Look, I'll tell you later, but you have to get me out of the lodging house."
"Why?"
" 'Cause Kloppman ratted me out, that's why."
"What?!?" Blink screamed.
"Take me to this address, I think I'll be able to stay here."
I got out of the bed slowly and painfully, Mr. Peck had really done a number on me. Race helped support me, "Blink could you grab my bag?"
"Sure," he grabbed the bag and we headed out of the deserted lodging house, everyone was apparently out at lunch.
We walked up the stairs to John's apartment, and knocked on the door. No one was there, but I let myself in anyway. Sitting down on John's bed, Race joined me, and Blink pulled up a chair.
"Race please continue."
"Sure, well Blink ran and got a doctor, and he came back and kicked us out. When we came back you were sown up, and he had erm re-wrapped you, and stuff. You woke up briefly a little while later, but passed out again. Now you care to tell us exactly why you're in the shape you're in?"
"I told them the whole story, about how Gary had been stealing from Mr. Peck, and how my over protective brother Matthew and I had been fighting about my boyfriend, and had overheard them talking. Anyway my brother forced me to break up with my boyfriend. That's where I was when everyone was dead, and Mr. Peck had lit the house on fire. After Mr. Peck had left, Matthew and I also heard where the money was. I managed to get out of the house, but Mr. Peck found out that I was alive, and also framed me for the murders. Then he started searching for me to find out where his money was."
There was a slight pause then Blink stood up, "So. . .where is the money?"
I smiled, "Where do you think it is?"
I grabbed my bag and pulled out a few garments carefully placed on top. Then onto the bed I poured out all of the money, years worth of money.
A/N I feel like a total cliché hmmm am I? r/r please
sli