'eya everyone!! This is totally new and different from my other stories!!
I hope ya like it. Much more . . .dark. (I hope) Sorry about the REALLY
REALLY short chapter earlier, but I had to kinda introduce the story first.
This chapter is a significantly amount longer, so I hope you enjoy!!
But first. . .
Shoutouts!!!
JustDuck: Thanks! I'm really trying to focus on describing things real good! (wow, nice grammer eh?) I know, I know, she didn't pay, but I really didn't think about that! (whoops. . .) That is SO not a flame comment! That was really helpful! Flames are evil. . .
Sapphy: *grins* AREN'T YOU PROUD OF ME?
*Like a 2 yr old*
I did it all by myself too! I'm sure you know what happened already (wink wink). I guess it's kinda predictable. . .OH WELL!! Thanks a lot for reviewing!! *hugs Sapphy*
Spike: I'm glad you liked the (short) beginning! THANKS!!
Oh, and just so you don't get confused, there are 3 ralley's mentioned in this chapter:
1. The Strike Rally
2. The Territory Rally/Meeting
3. The Celebration of the Territory Rally/meeting (which wasn't really a rally, more of a party, but that's ok!) Now that I've cleared that up, on with the show!!
Elizabeth's POV
I was walking home from the rally. No, not the strike rally, a different rally. This rally was much more serious, much more dangerous. It was about territory. Territory. How I hate that word, the idea, the concept of someone owning something else, and controlling the people in it like they were your own personal slaves or something. I hate it, but territory is a big deal with the newsies. It's the little thing that they can control in their crazy lives of labor, papers, and headlines. They have little control over anything else, so I humored them. The rally was between Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, and the Bronx. Brooklyn was having boundary issues with Queens, and Manhattan with the Bronx, so they had decided to call a meeting of the 4 borough powerhouses. Well, this wasn't THAT rally, this was a different rally. THIS rally was to celebrate the 1900 Newsies Compromise, the outcome of the meeting. It's just a fancy name for they all got together and solved their stupid problems with territory. This rally, or rather a party I should say, celebrates that. Well, I guess I'll tell you about that instead.
He'd been there. Him, with his devilish grin and his roughish stubble beard. Him. With his blonde hair and piercing gray eyes. Him. Of course he'd be there, how could I not think he'd be there? After all, he was the right-hand man of Brooklyn, Spot's second-in-command. Somehow I thought he'd have stayed in Queens though. Somehow I'd hoped.
We were all sitting around laughing, drinking, having a great time. I didn't feel like drinking around him. He made me sick. Everything about him made me feel ashamed, like I was street trash. Unfortunately, his presence had no influence on the temperance of Spot, Jack, Pike, or Slugger. They were supposed to be leaders, setting a good example for their boys. Ha, example my ass. I didn't care, most of the newsies had gone back to their Houses, and only a few hard-core drinkers and gamblers remained.
And then, among them of course, was me. Watching the antics of Jack and Spot, laughing at how stupid they acted when they were drunk. Each of them would wake up tomorrow morning with a headache and a fear that they would remember what they did. I smiled to myself. It was always that way. I looked down at the shot that had been sitting in front of me for the past ten minutes.
Aw, what the hell
I picked up the short glass and downed the shot as Jack was sauntering up to me. I guess you could call it sauntering, and except for the fact that he was tripping all over the place, I could even venture as far as to say that he was actually pretty smooth. He stumbled and caught himself. Steadying himself on the table, he grinned at me.
"Hey-a, Eliz'abet'" he said stumbling over not only his feet, but his words to. "Do you wanna dance?"
I laughed as he extended his right hand out to me. Looking at him, I shook my head and grinned.
Aw what the hell
I downed a second shot that had replaced the empty glass and took Jack's hand. He whirled me around and around the dance floor, stepping on my feet more than once. It was stupid, but it was hilarious. Then, Slugger stepped up to us and said,
"May I cut in?" in the most awkward manner.
Jack replied, trying his best to sound high-class, "you certainly may good sir!" We laughed and Slugger took hold of me. We started twirling around, Slugger's bright golden-brown eyes flickering in the soft light. We continued this way until we got to the table. I missed the footing of the dance and tripped. We went careening into the group of people, taking the table and the rest of them with us.
We ended up in a mass on the floor. All of us laughing and quipping over my clumsiness. We piled off each other. Jack and a couple of assorted newsies off the top, then Spot and Pike, leaving me on the bottom and Slugger on top of me. The table was on top of us, pinning us down. It actually kind of hurt, but I was ok. As Pike struggled to move the table, Spot and Jack surveyed me and Slugger. The two of them smirked.
"Wohoo, yeah Slugger!" called Jack. I turned my head toward Jack. What was he doing?
"Slugger, me boy, I tink youse should get offa her, her pure mind shoundn't be subjected ta such ideas," Spot said flashing his famous smirk.
Excuse me?
"What?" I asked as the table was removed and Slugger rolled off of me.
"You heard me," Spot said, taking another shot. "Ya 'lil virgil ears must not be workin right."
I looked around at the rest of them. Jack, Pike, Race, Skittery, Cap, Slugger, Steel, and. . .him. He was still there. I hadn't noticed with all the fun that I was having.
Spot, no, please. Not here, not now. Please don't get into this. . .
If only he could've read my mind.
But he can't, so of course Spot pursued the topic a little more.
"Me 'lil liz'a'beth ain't gonna be around such tings." He slurred his words more than ever now. "She's only a virgin, right? Right me 'lil girl?"
I starred at him. My eyes shooting pointed daggers at the intoxicated boy who, hours ago had been one of the only people I had even slightly trusted. Not that I trusted anyone much, cause I don't.
"Spot," Jack said laughing. "I tink youse had enough to drink."
"No!" Spot said heatedly at Jack. "I'm ok, I jist. . ."
I was shaking. Whether it was fear or anger I don't know, but I was shaking when I said,
"I'm leaving."
"Gr-eat!" he exclaimed. "I'll escort ya home. Don't want that purity tainted on da way home eh boys?"
Spot put his arm around me. I threw it off. "Don't touch me!!" I practically shrieked at him.
Then He walked over. He and his stupid grin.
"Aw, don't be scared 'o him," he said into my ear. "Dere's worse things that could happen when your drunk," I glared at him. I couldn't believe he just said that. I had had enough. Starting towards the door Spot caught me by the arm and said,
"Seriously 'liz'a'bet'" his voice lowering. "A goil like youse shouldn't be walking back in Brooklyn at dis time of night. Dere's a lot of bad guys out, and dey ain't got a goils best interest at heart." Then his voice lowered to a whisper, "especially a virgin,"
"Will you cut the virgin shit already!" I screamed at him. We had walked into the hall, away from most of the people, but I knew they could hear still. I didn't care. All I cared about at that moment was the pain that Spot was reliving for me, what he was digging back up.
"Whaddya mean?" He asked, like he was insulted.
"All I mean is how da fuck do you know if I'm a virgin or not?!" I was so mad. Blind rage was taking over. How could he be this stupid, drunk or not, there was no excuse.
"aint ya a virgin?" he asked, and for a moment he looked up at me like a child asking his mother where babies came from.
I couldn't stand it. I ran out the door and towards the bridge.
Dun Dun Dun!!! So, do you like it? Please review!! I am SO depressed because I only have gotten 3 reviews so far! *tear* PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!
Newsies: Please?
Jack: Yeah! Please? She's SO CRANKY when no one reviews!
Race: Youse can say dat again!
*Glowers at Race and Jack*
Oh, well, I guess they're right, so please review!
But first. . .
Shoutouts!!!
JustDuck: Thanks! I'm really trying to focus on describing things real good! (wow, nice grammer eh?) I know, I know, she didn't pay, but I really didn't think about that! (whoops. . .) That is SO not a flame comment! That was really helpful! Flames are evil. . .
Sapphy: *grins* AREN'T YOU PROUD OF ME?
*Like a 2 yr old*
I did it all by myself too! I'm sure you know what happened already (wink wink). I guess it's kinda predictable. . .OH WELL!! Thanks a lot for reviewing!! *hugs Sapphy*
Spike: I'm glad you liked the (short) beginning! THANKS!!
Oh, and just so you don't get confused, there are 3 ralley's mentioned in this chapter:
1. The Strike Rally
2. The Territory Rally/Meeting
3. The Celebration of the Territory Rally/meeting (which wasn't really a rally, more of a party, but that's ok!) Now that I've cleared that up, on with the show!!
Elizabeth's POV
I was walking home from the rally. No, not the strike rally, a different rally. This rally was much more serious, much more dangerous. It was about territory. Territory. How I hate that word, the idea, the concept of someone owning something else, and controlling the people in it like they were your own personal slaves or something. I hate it, but territory is a big deal with the newsies. It's the little thing that they can control in their crazy lives of labor, papers, and headlines. They have little control over anything else, so I humored them. The rally was between Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, and the Bronx. Brooklyn was having boundary issues with Queens, and Manhattan with the Bronx, so they had decided to call a meeting of the 4 borough powerhouses. Well, this wasn't THAT rally, this was a different rally. THIS rally was to celebrate the 1900 Newsies Compromise, the outcome of the meeting. It's just a fancy name for they all got together and solved their stupid problems with territory. This rally, or rather a party I should say, celebrates that. Well, I guess I'll tell you about that instead.
He'd been there. Him, with his devilish grin and his roughish stubble beard. Him. With his blonde hair and piercing gray eyes. Him. Of course he'd be there, how could I not think he'd be there? After all, he was the right-hand man of Brooklyn, Spot's second-in-command. Somehow I thought he'd have stayed in Queens though. Somehow I'd hoped.
We were all sitting around laughing, drinking, having a great time. I didn't feel like drinking around him. He made me sick. Everything about him made me feel ashamed, like I was street trash. Unfortunately, his presence had no influence on the temperance of Spot, Jack, Pike, or Slugger. They were supposed to be leaders, setting a good example for their boys. Ha, example my ass. I didn't care, most of the newsies had gone back to their Houses, and only a few hard-core drinkers and gamblers remained.
And then, among them of course, was me. Watching the antics of Jack and Spot, laughing at how stupid they acted when they were drunk. Each of them would wake up tomorrow morning with a headache and a fear that they would remember what they did. I smiled to myself. It was always that way. I looked down at the shot that had been sitting in front of me for the past ten minutes.
Aw, what the hell
I picked up the short glass and downed the shot as Jack was sauntering up to me. I guess you could call it sauntering, and except for the fact that he was tripping all over the place, I could even venture as far as to say that he was actually pretty smooth. He stumbled and caught himself. Steadying himself on the table, he grinned at me.
"Hey-a, Eliz'abet'" he said stumbling over not only his feet, but his words to. "Do you wanna dance?"
I laughed as he extended his right hand out to me. Looking at him, I shook my head and grinned.
Aw what the hell
I downed a second shot that had replaced the empty glass and took Jack's hand. He whirled me around and around the dance floor, stepping on my feet more than once. It was stupid, but it was hilarious. Then, Slugger stepped up to us and said,
"May I cut in?" in the most awkward manner.
Jack replied, trying his best to sound high-class, "you certainly may good sir!" We laughed and Slugger took hold of me. We started twirling around, Slugger's bright golden-brown eyes flickering in the soft light. We continued this way until we got to the table. I missed the footing of the dance and tripped. We went careening into the group of people, taking the table and the rest of them with us.
We ended up in a mass on the floor. All of us laughing and quipping over my clumsiness. We piled off each other. Jack and a couple of assorted newsies off the top, then Spot and Pike, leaving me on the bottom and Slugger on top of me. The table was on top of us, pinning us down. It actually kind of hurt, but I was ok. As Pike struggled to move the table, Spot and Jack surveyed me and Slugger. The two of them smirked.
"Wohoo, yeah Slugger!" called Jack. I turned my head toward Jack. What was he doing?
"Slugger, me boy, I tink youse should get offa her, her pure mind shoundn't be subjected ta such ideas," Spot said flashing his famous smirk.
Excuse me?
"What?" I asked as the table was removed and Slugger rolled off of me.
"You heard me," Spot said, taking another shot. "Ya 'lil virgil ears must not be workin right."
I looked around at the rest of them. Jack, Pike, Race, Skittery, Cap, Slugger, Steel, and. . .him. He was still there. I hadn't noticed with all the fun that I was having.
Spot, no, please. Not here, not now. Please don't get into this. . .
If only he could've read my mind.
But he can't, so of course Spot pursued the topic a little more.
"Me 'lil liz'a'beth ain't gonna be around such tings." He slurred his words more than ever now. "She's only a virgin, right? Right me 'lil girl?"
I starred at him. My eyes shooting pointed daggers at the intoxicated boy who, hours ago had been one of the only people I had even slightly trusted. Not that I trusted anyone much, cause I don't.
"Spot," Jack said laughing. "I tink youse had enough to drink."
"No!" Spot said heatedly at Jack. "I'm ok, I jist. . ."
I was shaking. Whether it was fear or anger I don't know, but I was shaking when I said,
"I'm leaving."
"Gr-eat!" he exclaimed. "I'll escort ya home. Don't want that purity tainted on da way home eh boys?"
Spot put his arm around me. I threw it off. "Don't touch me!!" I practically shrieked at him.
Then He walked over. He and his stupid grin.
"Aw, don't be scared 'o him," he said into my ear. "Dere's worse things that could happen when your drunk," I glared at him. I couldn't believe he just said that. I had had enough. Starting towards the door Spot caught me by the arm and said,
"Seriously 'liz'a'bet'" his voice lowering. "A goil like youse shouldn't be walking back in Brooklyn at dis time of night. Dere's a lot of bad guys out, and dey ain't got a goils best interest at heart." Then his voice lowered to a whisper, "especially a virgin,"
"Will you cut the virgin shit already!" I screamed at him. We had walked into the hall, away from most of the people, but I knew they could hear still. I didn't care. All I cared about at that moment was the pain that Spot was reliving for me, what he was digging back up.
"Whaddya mean?" He asked, like he was insulted.
"All I mean is how da fuck do you know if I'm a virgin or not?!" I was so mad. Blind rage was taking over. How could he be this stupid, drunk or not, there was no excuse.
"aint ya a virgin?" he asked, and for a moment he looked up at me like a child asking his mother where babies came from.
I couldn't stand it. I ran out the door and towards the bridge.
Dun Dun Dun!!! So, do you like it? Please review!! I am SO depressed because I only have gotten 3 reviews so far! *tear* PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!
Newsies: Please?
Jack: Yeah! Please? She's SO CRANKY when no one reviews!
Race: Youse can say dat again!
*Glowers at Race and Jack*
Oh, well, I guess they're right, so please review!