Chapter 3- Finding Answers
Spot walked towards the Manhattan Lodging house. He walked in and nodded to
Kloppman in acknowledgement. He climbed the stairs and entered the
bunkroom.
"Hey Jack, where's Raven?" Jack nodded to Oracles room. "Thanks." He strode over to the door and knocked, then walked in. Raven took one glance at him.
"Whats wrong Spottie-boy?"
"I hit her." He crossed the floor and sat down.
"You hit Jackal?!" She repeated in disbelief. "What the hell were you thinking?" She cuffed his head. "She was rantin about Chance fa nothin! He's my son damnit! Hers too!" Raven rolled her eyes.
"So you hit her?" Spot growled in response. "Well, I'd say good job, but well, cvome to think of it, good job. About time someone did." Spot's jaw almost hit the floor. "What?! You know as well as I do what kind of tempers on that goil!"
"Yeah, but that's beside the point. She's still my-"
"Girlfriend? Notice, not wife, not fiance, GIRLFRIEND." He glared at her again and was promptly ignored. "See, the difference between the two is the commitment level. Jacka nd I-"
"Have been married on and off for long periods of time throughout your first year of quite unblissful marriage." He chuckled at her scowl. "Hell, I don't think that even Jackal and I've been broken up as often." She burst into a fit of laughter, then fell to the floor almost crying. They heard a call from the bunkroom, and as Spot walked past her, he kicked her. She tried to retaliate, but her body shook from the continuous laughter. She followed him into the bunkroom. Brooklyn newsies were piling in, including Chance, who toddled over to his father.
"Spot," She managed between laughter. "That's gotta be the biggest load of bullshit I've evah hoird." Jack slipped his arms around her from behind and nibbled at her ear. "Not the time Jackey-boy." she teased. He pretended to pout. Spot snorted.
"Oh don't worry Jackey-boy, you'll get ass soon enough." They laughed, but Raven had a fire in her eye.
"You implyin somethin oh great Spot Conlon?" A chorus of boys 'oo'd' at them.
"I was just-" Raven cut him short. She pushed out of Jacks arms and shoved Spot.
"You was just what? Huh? Implyin that I'm a slut." He shoved her back harder.
"Don't even start with me Raven." She once again shoved and was shoved. "Don't Start!" he ordered, then turned to join his newsies. Endless mutters that the boys hadn't even bothered to quiet echoed through the room, especially as Raven threw a punch to his back. He caught her wrist, twisted her arm behind her back, then slammed her to the floor face down. "I told you. Don't start." She writhed in vain against him.
******
Two days later, Jackal still sat locked up in the jail house Puck had vanished, so she'd been left completely alone. She heard her door slide open.
"Aright you, get out." The guard said firmly. She quirked an eyebrow and didn't move. He sighed impatiently. "A Mr. Conlon paid your bail. You're free to go, now GO!" A smile spread wide across her face and she swung her legs off of the bed and quickly left the cell.
"Spo- nevermind.' She stood face to face with a tall dark man. He had shoulder length curly balck hair and hte darkest eyes imagineable. But this face wasn't new to her, he had be4en her first love. "Coda." His lips tugged up at the corners.
"You sound so enthused to see your savior." The constable cleared his throat and Coda offered his arm to Jackal. "Shall we?" She rolled her eyes. He took her hand and walked ehr out. Once free she pulled her hand back and turned towards brooklyn and began walking. "You do know he's not going to take you back in?" She stopped and muttered something. "Hmmm?"
"CanIstaywithyouforafewdays?" Coda blinked. "Oh come on you bailed me out!"
"Aright." She followed him through the streets to his flat on Columbus. After shutting the door, he studied her carefully. She wore loose pants and a flowing shirt. Her blond spiral curls fell over one shoulder. It was only then did he notice she was staring right back at him. Both were a little startled by the sudden knock on the door. He pointed to an armchair. "Sit." he answered the door. "Butch." He let in a solidly built boy who looked to be 17 or 18. He also had dark eyes, pale skin, and straight shoulder length blond hair. He eyed Jackal, who looked away uncomfortably.
"She's with me." Coda placed a protective arm around her shoulders as he sat on the arm of the chair. "So what do you want?"
"I need four." Coda stood and went to a cabinet, opened a drawer, and pulled out four needles.
"Who's payin? Ya bettah not say Samantha or Beth eitha."
"Cheryl?" Coda nodded, then showed him to the door. He locked it and turned back to his guest.
"So who's this Cheryl?" Jackal asked nonchalantly. He stood towering over her with a small grin.
"Is that jealousy I see?" She scowled and got up in his face.
"Not on your life." He put his hands on her hips.
"Really now?" He muttered in her ear. Her breathing increased and her mouth was met by his.
"Coda... it's not right, Spot..." He kissed her again.
**********
"She's whea?!" Spot's eyes flashed as Diver explained exactly who'd bailed Jackal out.
"She's been there a few days now." He said quite calmly.
"Five bucks says' she's fucked him." Raven said, purposely loud enough to annoy Spot.
"Raven shut ya fuckin mouth or get out and don't come back." He said, his voice sharp and deadly, like the blade of a knife. Her eyes bulged, as did the rest of the Brooklyn newsies. Spot rarely ever even threatened to throw someone out of Brooklyn. He sat on a dock support and leaned on his cane. Jack stood nearby, both arms around Raven, though now he frowned at her. Spot took a deep breath. "I'm going to Coda's." His right hand man Tabloid stood up. "Alone."
********
He knocked on Codas door. When no one answered, he kicked it open.
"Coda." He called. He heard rustling in the door to his left, so he went in. "Coda."
"What do you want?" was Codas hungover reply.
"I'd settle for my goil." He said expectantly.
"She ain't hea. I donno whea she is. Get out."
"Coda I ain't playin games! Whea is she?"
"I DON'T KNOW! SHE'S BEEN GONE SINCE YESTERDAY!" Safe to say, Spot left, but until after slugging Coda. He angrily crossed the floor and left. As he turned from closing the door, he was startled by an upside down face. She was hanging by her legs off of the stairs above them.
"Who da hell are you?" She tweaked his nose and giggled. "What the hell?"
She flipped down and landed in front of him. Her long braids nearly smacked him in the face. She was donned in an African tunic that went to her mid thigh, and had a tie around her waist. Underneath she wore loose pants and bare feet.
"Hiya Spot Conlon!!" She said giggling. "I know where a jackal hides. She hides with a Coyote and a Wolf. Puck is watching this Jackal with great interest."
"Puck?"
"Yes?" Spot looked at her puzzled, but a dawning of realization came over him.
"You're Puck." She nodded ecstatically. "Where is she?"
"She? Who is this 'she' you speak of?
"My JACKAL!"
"Oh, Mr. Conlon won't ask nicely. Puck won't tell." Spot growled at her.
***********
And that concludes this update for now. I have so many stories, and I just started two more thanks to darling old raven!
Any readers who want a cameo or two in my newest fic 'Find a rose no one has ever seen' (murder fic) please just list your newsie name, age, possible boy, and you will be seen!
Kk.
Raven, you owe me big you know that?
Oh and ALL OF YOU READERS ALL AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!
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"Hey Jack, where's Raven?" Jack nodded to Oracles room. "Thanks." He strode over to the door and knocked, then walked in. Raven took one glance at him.
"Whats wrong Spottie-boy?"
"I hit her." He crossed the floor and sat down.
"You hit Jackal?!" She repeated in disbelief. "What the hell were you thinking?" She cuffed his head. "She was rantin about Chance fa nothin! He's my son damnit! Hers too!" Raven rolled her eyes.
"So you hit her?" Spot growled in response. "Well, I'd say good job, but well, cvome to think of it, good job. About time someone did." Spot's jaw almost hit the floor. "What?! You know as well as I do what kind of tempers on that goil!"
"Yeah, but that's beside the point. She's still my-"
"Girlfriend? Notice, not wife, not fiance, GIRLFRIEND." He glared at her again and was promptly ignored. "See, the difference between the two is the commitment level. Jacka nd I-"
"Have been married on and off for long periods of time throughout your first year of quite unblissful marriage." He chuckled at her scowl. "Hell, I don't think that even Jackal and I've been broken up as often." She burst into a fit of laughter, then fell to the floor almost crying. They heard a call from the bunkroom, and as Spot walked past her, he kicked her. She tried to retaliate, but her body shook from the continuous laughter. She followed him into the bunkroom. Brooklyn newsies were piling in, including Chance, who toddled over to his father.
"Spot," She managed between laughter. "That's gotta be the biggest load of bullshit I've evah hoird." Jack slipped his arms around her from behind and nibbled at her ear. "Not the time Jackey-boy." she teased. He pretended to pout. Spot snorted.
"Oh don't worry Jackey-boy, you'll get ass soon enough." They laughed, but Raven had a fire in her eye.
"You implyin somethin oh great Spot Conlon?" A chorus of boys 'oo'd' at them.
"I was just-" Raven cut him short. She pushed out of Jacks arms and shoved Spot.
"You was just what? Huh? Implyin that I'm a slut." He shoved her back harder.
"Don't even start with me Raven." She once again shoved and was shoved. "Don't Start!" he ordered, then turned to join his newsies. Endless mutters that the boys hadn't even bothered to quiet echoed through the room, especially as Raven threw a punch to his back. He caught her wrist, twisted her arm behind her back, then slammed her to the floor face down. "I told you. Don't start." She writhed in vain against him.
******
Two days later, Jackal still sat locked up in the jail house Puck had vanished, so she'd been left completely alone. She heard her door slide open.
"Aright you, get out." The guard said firmly. She quirked an eyebrow and didn't move. He sighed impatiently. "A Mr. Conlon paid your bail. You're free to go, now GO!" A smile spread wide across her face and she swung her legs off of the bed and quickly left the cell.
"Spo- nevermind.' She stood face to face with a tall dark man. He had shoulder length curly balck hair and hte darkest eyes imagineable. But this face wasn't new to her, he had be4en her first love. "Coda." His lips tugged up at the corners.
"You sound so enthused to see your savior." The constable cleared his throat and Coda offered his arm to Jackal. "Shall we?" She rolled her eyes. He took her hand and walked ehr out. Once free she pulled her hand back and turned towards brooklyn and began walking. "You do know he's not going to take you back in?" She stopped and muttered something. "Hmmm?"
"CanIstaywithyouforafewdays?" Coda blinked. "Oh come on you bailed me out!"
"Aright." She followed him through the streets to his flat on Columbus. After shutting the door, he studied her carefully. She wore loose pants and a flowing shirt. Her blond spiral curls fell over one shoulder. It was only then did he notice she was staring right back at him. Both were a little startled by the sudden knock on the door. He pointed to an armchair. "Sit." he answered the door. "Butch." He let in a solidly built boy who looked to be 17 or 18. He also had dark eyes, pale skin, and straight shoulder length blond hair. He eyed Jackal, who looked away uncomfortably.
"She's with me." Coda placed a protective arm around her shoulders as he sat on the arm of the chair. "So what do you want?"
"I need four." Coda stood and went to a cabinet, opened a drawer, and pulled out four needles.
"Who's payin? Ya bettah not say Samantha or Beth eitha."
"Cheryl?" Coda nodded, then showed him to the door. He locked it and turned back to his guest.
"So who's this Cheryl?" Jackal asked nonchalantly. He stood towering over her with a small grin.
"Is that jealousy I see?" She scowled and got up in his face.
"Not on your life." He put his hands on her hips.
"Really now?" He muttered in her ear. Her breathing increased and her mouth was met by his.
"Coda... it's not right, Spot..." He kissed her again.
**********
"She's whea?!" Spot's eyes flashed as Diver explained exactly who'd bailed Jackal out.
"She's been there a few days now." He said quite calmly.
"Five bucks says' she's fucked him." Raven said, purposely loud enough to annoy Spot.
"Raven shut ya fuckin mouth or get out and don't come back." He said, his voice sharp and deadly, like the blade of a knife. Her eyes bulged, as did the rest of the Brooklyn newsies. Spot rarely ever even threatened to throw someone out of Brooklyn. He sat on a dock support and leaned on his cane. Jack stood nearby, both arms around Raven, though now he frowned at her. Spot took a deep breath. "I'm going to Coda's." His right hand man Tabloid stood up. "Alone."
********
He knocked on Codas door. When no one answered, he kicked it open.
"Coda." He called. He heard rustling in the door to his left, so he went in. "Coda."
"What do you want?" was Codas hungover reply.
"I'd settle for my goil." He said expectantly.
"She ain't hea. I donno whea she is. Get out."
"Coda I ain't playin games! Whea is she?"
"I DON'T KNOW! SHE'S BEEN GONE SINCE YESTERDAY!" Safe to say, Spot left, but until after slugging Coda. He angrily crossed the floor and left. As he turned from closing the door, he was startled by an upside down face. She was hanging by her legs off of the stairs above them.
"Who da hell are you?" She tweaked his nose and giggled. "What the hell?"
She flipped down and landed in front of him. Her long braids nearly smacked him in the face. She was donned in an African tunic that went to her mid thigh, and had a tie around her waist. Underneath she wore loose pants and bare feet.
"Hiya Spot Conlon!!" She said giggling. "I know where a jackal hides. She hides with a Coyote and a Wolf. Puck is watching this Jackal with great interest."
"Puck?"
"Yes?" Spot looked at her puzzled, but a dawning of realization came over him.
"You're Puck." She nodded ecstatically. "Where is she?"
"She? Who is this 'she' you speak of?
"My JACKAL!"
"Oh, Mr. Conlon won't ask nicely. Puck won't tell." Spot growled at her.
***********
And that concludes this update for now. I have so many stories, and I just started two more thanks to darling old raven!
Any readers who want a cameo or two in my newest fic 'Find a rose no one has ever seen' (murder fic) please just list your newsie name, age, possible boy, and you will be seen!
Kk.
Raven, you owe me big you know that?
Oh and ALL OF YOU READERS ALL AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!
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I started it only a little while ago, no it's not popular yet, but it needs advertising. So please, and yes, I'm begging, put this in your authors notes too so it will spread spread spread!
Because, at 775 signatures, Disney will actually consider it. KK?
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT
Love ya sapphy, oracle, tabloid, and raven. . . well, not so much raven right now. . . but it's her own fault so it's okay.