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do all the names though, so if you reviewed, LUV YA LOTS! Anywayz, you
probably wanna know what's gonna happen to Spot and Lizzy, so I shouldn't
make you wait any longer. Here it is!**
Chapter Fourteen
Outside of the warehouse, Spot leaned against a lamppost and watched as a girl and a boy walked past him, hand in hand. What had happened? He had thought that Lizzy had loved him, as he loved her. He had an awkward feeling that something wasn't right, but he didn't know what.
Suddenly, two boys appeared out of the warehouse. "Spot Conlon!" one exclaimed, running over to him, "It's a real pleasure. I'd just like ta say dat, wese is really sorry 'bout dis."
Spot looked at him, confused, then someone hit him hard across the back of his head. He fell to the snow and the two strangers began to beat him murderously. "Let's finish dis," one said, and Spot blurrily saw the boy pull out a knife. Spot knew that he should fight back, but he just didn't care any more.
Suddenly, someone tackled the boy holding the knife. It was Shiner! Tricks tackled the other boy and they both began to beat the crap out of the two strangers. Then, everything went black.
Meanwhile, Mr. Kay was briskly leading Lizzy towards the train station. It was all her fault. Those boys were going to kill Spot and it was all because of her. She couldn't let herself be taken away to heaven knows where with out knowing what had happened to him. She had to get away.
As Mr. Kay stepped up on to the train, he released the hold he had had on Lizzy. This was her chance! She darted into the crowd and ran down the streets. Mr. Kay cursed her and ran after her. This was not going to work. He was already catching up to her! She needed help.
Lizzy looked around and saw an officer standing on the corner. "For once I'm glad ta see da bulls," she thought to herself. "Offica!" she shouted, running over to him.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
Lizzy pointed to Mr. Kay, who had frozen when she had approached the officer, and said, "He's chasin' me an' he's got a knife!"
"Wait here," the officer told her.
He ran off and began to blow his whistle at Mr. Kay who took off running. Suddenly, three more officers appeared out of the crowd, pulling him to the ground and slapping a pair of handcuffs on him. Lizzy ran back towards the warehouse.
When she reached the place where Simple and Bullet had attacked Spot, there was no one in sight. The once pure white snow was now stained with blood. Lizzy sat on the ground and began to cry. Then, her hand fell on something cold and hard. She picked it up. It was Spot's key.
Lizzy saw something else lying in the snow as well. "Spot's slingshot," she thought, but she was wrong. She slowly traced the initials "S.M." engraved into the back of the slingshot. "Wait a minute," she said aloud, "Spot's initials ain't S.M., dey're S.C. Den who's S.M.?" She thought for a moment, then exclaimed, "Shinah! Shinah Matthews! He was heah! Den maybe-" She didn't let herself finish her own sentence. Instead, she jumped up and ran to the lodging house.
She burst through the door of the lodging house, but no one was downstairs. Lizzy ran up the stairs into the bunkroom. All of the Newsies were crowded around her bunk. As she ran in, they all looked up at her. Shiner jumped up and ran to her.
"Where were ya?" he asked, "We went in da warehouse lookin' for ya, but ya weren't dere."
Lizzy didn't answer, but asked, "Where's Spot?"
"In your bunk," he replied, "He ain't lookin' too good. We was comin' ta find ya an' we found dese two guys beatin' him pretty badly."
Lizzy suddenly remembered about Shiner's slingshot and handed it to him, then ran over to Spot. The other Newsies cleared out of her way so she could see him. He was lying in her bunk, completely unconscious. His shirt was torn and he was bleeding badly.
Lizzy slipped her hand into his icy cold one. "He needs a docta," she murmured.
"Wese is just a buncha Newsies Lizzy," Shiner said from behind her, "We can't afford a docta."
"I can," she replied, releasing Spot's hand. The Newsies watched her curiously as she pulled the small wooden box out from under her bed. She removed Medda's dress and pulled out a bundle of money.
"Where did ya get dat?" Tricks asked.
"I been savin' it for sometin', but dis is more important," she said, "Knicks, take dis to da docta's office an' tell him it's an emergency."
Knicks took the money and ran out of the room. Spot suddenly began to cough very loudly. The Newsies were slowly drifting to their own bunks to get some rest. Their leader may have been suck, but they still had to survive somehow and that involved waking up early in the morning and selling newspapers. When only Shiner was left, Lizzy whispered, "Shinah, can ya do me a favor?"
"Anyt'ing," he answered.
"Will ya run down ta Manhattan an' get Race?"
"Sure."
As Shiner ran out of the room, Knicks came running back in. He looked tired and Lizzy stood up to meet him. He walked over to her and handed her back the money.
"Da docta," he panted, "can't come till tomorrah. He said ta pay him den."
"Tanks Knicks," she said hugging him, "Ya betta go ta bed now."
Knicks slipped into bed and was asleep before his head even hit the pillow. Lizzy suddenly realized how much he was like Adam. He had the same light brown hair, confident attitude, and was the same age as Adam had been when Lizzy had last seen him. Suddenly, Race and Shiner came running back into the lodging house.
"What happened?" Race asked. She didn't answer, but ran to him and hugged him.
"I'm gonna go ta bed," Shiner told them, "Is dat okay?"
"They both nodded and he went to bed. As soon as Lizzy was sure he was asleep, she began to sob. Racetrack held her silently and let her cry. When her sobbing subsided, she looked up at him and smiled slightly. "Tanks Race," she said, "I dunno what I'd do wit out ya."
"No problem," he replied.
"Oh Race," she murmured, "It's all my fault."
"How? What happened?"
Lizzy told him everything that had happened, ending with, "If he doesn't get betta, I dunno what I'll do." With that, she began to cry again.
"Lizzy, Lizzy," Race whispered in her ear, "He's gonna be okay. But for now, ya betta go ta bed."
Lizzy shook her head, saying that she wasn't tired. Despite everything Race said to try to persuade her, Lizzy refused to go to bed. However, they both ended up falling asleep in the window seat beside where Spot slept.
**Aren't you just DYING to know what's gonna happen to Spot? Well, I ain't gonna tell ya unless ya review! HaHa! So review and I will finish my story.**
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Chapter Fourteen
Outside of the warehouse, Spot leaned against a lamppost and watched as a girl and a boy walked past him, hand in hand. What had happened? He had thought that Lizzy had loved him, as he loved her. He had an awkward feeling that something wasn't right, but he didn't know what.
Suddenly, two boys appeared out of the warehouse. "Spot Conlon!" one exclaimed, running over to him, "It's a real pleasure. I'd just like ta say dat, wese is really sorry 'bout dis."
Spot looked at him, confused, then someone hit him hard across the back of his head. He fell to the snow and the two strangers began to beat him murderously. "Let's finish dis," one said, and Spot blurrily saw the boy pull out a knife. Spot knew that he should fight back, but he just didn't care any more.
Suddenly, someone tackled the boy holding the knife. It was Shiner! Tricks tackled the other boy and they both began to beat the crap out of the two strangers. Then, everything went black.
Meanwhile, Mr. Kay was briskly leading Lizzy towards the train station. It was all her fault. Those boys were going to kill Spot and it was all because of her. She couldn't let herself be taken away to heaven knows where with out knowing what had happened to him. She had to get away.
As Mr. Kay stepped up on to the train, he released the hold he had had on Lizzy. This was her chance! She darted into the crowd and ran down the streets. Mr. Kay cursed her and ran after her. This was not going to work. He was already catching up to her! She needed help.
Lizzy looked around and saw an officer standing on the corner. "For once I'm glad ta see da bulls," she thought to herself. "Offica!" she shouted, running over to him.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
Lizzy pointed to Mr. Kay, who had frozen when she had approached the officer, and said, "He's chasin' me an' he's got a knife!"
"Wait here," the officer told her.
He ran off and began to blow his whistle at Mr. Kay who took off running. Suddenly, three more officers appeared out of the crowd, pulling him to the ground and slapping a pair of handcuffs on him. Lizzy ran back towards the warehouse.
When she reached the place where Simple and Bullet had attacked Spot, there was no one in sight. The once pure white snow was now stained with blood. Lizzy sat on the ground and began to cry. Then, her hand fell on something cold and hard. She picked it up. It was Spot's key.
Lizzy saw something else lying in the snow as well. "Spot's slingshot," she thought, but she was wrong. She slowly traced the initials "S.M." engraved into the back of the slingshot. "Wait a minute," she said aloud, "Spot's initials ain't S.M., dey're S.C. Den who's S.M.?" She thought for a moment, then exclaimed, "Shinah! Shinah Matthews! He was heah! Den maybe-" She didn't let herself finish her own sentence. Instead, she jumped up and ran to the lodging house.
She burst through the door of the lodging house, but no one was downstairs. Lizzy ran up the stairs into the bunkroom. All of the Newsies were crowded around her bunk. As she ran in, they all looked up at her. Shiner jumped up and ran to her.
"Where were ya?" he asked, "We went in da warehouse lookin' for ya, but ya weren't dere."
Lizzy didn't answer, but asked, "Where's Spot?"
"In your bunk," he replied, "He ain't lookin' too good. We was comin' ta find ya an' we found dese two guys beatin' him pretty badly."
Lizzy suddenly remembered about Shiner's slingshot and handed it to him, then ran over to Spot. The other Newsies cleared out of her way so she could see him. He was lying in her bunk, completely unconscious. His shirt was torn and he was bleeding badly.
Lizzy slipped her hand into his icy cold one. "He needs a docta," she murmured.
"Wese is just a buncha Newsies Lizzy," Shiner said from behind her, "We can't afford a docta."
"I can," she replied, releasing Spot's hand. The Newsies watched her curiously as she pulled the small wooden box out from under her bed. She removed Medda's dress and pulled out a bundle of money.
"Where did ya get dat?" Tricks asked.
"I been savin' it for sometin', but dis is more important," she said, "Knicks, take dis to da docta's office an' tell him it's an emergency."
Knicks took the money and ran out of the room. Spot suddenly began to cough very loudly. The Newsies were slowly drifting to their own bunks to get some rest. Their leader may have been suck, but they still had to survive somehow and that involved waking up early in the morning and selling newspapers. When only Shiner was left, Lizzy whispered, "Shinah, can ya do me a favor?"
"Anyt'ing," he answered.
"Will ya run down ta Manhattan an' get Race?"
"Sure."
As Shiner ran out of the room, Knicks came running back in. He looked tired and Lizzy stood up to meet him. He walked over to her and handed her back the money.
"Da docta," he panted, "can't come till tomorrah. He said ta pay him den."
"Tanks Knicks," she said hugging him, "Ya betta go ta bed now."
Knicks slipped into bed and was asleep before his head even hit the pillow. Lizzy suddenly realized how much he was like Adam. He had the same light brown hair, confident attitude, and was the same age as Adam had been when Lizzy had last seen him. Suddenly, Race and Shiner came running back into the lodging house.
"What happened?" Race asked. She didn't answer, but ran to him and hugged him.
"I'm gonna go ta bed," Shiner told them, "Is dat okay?"
"They both nodded and he went to bed. As soon as Lizzy was sure he was asleep, she began to sob. Racetrack held her silently and let her cry. When her sobbing subsided, she looked up at him and smiled slightly. "Tanks Race," she said, "I dunno what I'd do wit out ya."
"No problem," he replied.
"Oh Race," she murmured, "It's all my fault."
"How? What happened?"
Lizzy told him everything that had happened, ending with, "If he doesn't get betta, I dunno what I'll do." With that, she began to cry again.
"Lizzy, Lizzy," Race whispered in her ear, "He's gonna be okay. But for now, ya betta go ta bed."
Lizzy shook her head, saying that she wasn't tired. Despite everything Race said to try to persuade her, Lizzy refused to go to bed. However, they both ended up falling asleep in the window seat beside where Spot slept.
**Aren't you just DYING to know what's gonna happen to Spot? Well, I ain't gonna tell ya unless ya review! HaHa! So review and I will finish my story.**
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