Ok, I'm not updating the last chapter again. So ignore the bit about it
getting longer, it might, it might not. Still working on it all.
Thanks again to Kora. Kudos to Kora!
I have no idea what Kudos means. Oh well. MORE STORY!
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Not Again
Blink was lost in his thoughts as he sold papers absently. He didn't notice an unfamiliar man approach his best friend and chase him to his certain doom. He noticed a familiar, hated face and began making his escape. *Please don't let him catch me, please don't let him see me,* he prayed silently.
"Ah.Alexander "Blink" Jacobs," Mayer grinned. "Now I can kill you like I planned to kill my son, and the way I killed your sister those years ago."
"Yer son?" Blink asked, backing away.
"You probably know him as.David." Blink turned and ran like the devil was on his heels which, in retrospect, made sense.
He happened by where Cowboy and Mouth were selling, and yelled in passing, "Ya might wanna run, Davey!" Dave looked confused until he saw his father chasing Blink from a distance, and he took off. Jack grabbed Les and ran to Irving Hall with the kid in his arms.
***
*Dramatic music* the plot-THICKENS.
***
Now, it might seem hard to believe that Mayer Jacobs can outrun two teenage boys who had lived lives of hard work. But some sort of fury spurred him on and he was soon close enough to the boys the grab their collars and haul them to the Refuge. And as much as it pains me to write it, sweet Mr. Jacobs was in league with Snyder-Blink was a fugitive, and Snyder wouldn't pass up an option for another orphan paying him off-Dave, namely.
Once their father/uncle finished beating them to death, they were to be imprisoned until the age of twenty-one. And that is about as encouraging a thought as the harbinger of a malignant cancer.
Snyder even had a few of his crooked cops help chain the newsies to a wall, and gave Mayer the generous loan of a whip-a cat o' nine tails, a nine- thonged lash. With one stroke, they were shuddering in pain. When he'd finished for the night, at twenty, they were cracking.
Shirts flayed to bits, they were erect only because of the taught chains, and once cut free, they collapsed like puppets with cut strings.
It took four men two trips to haul them into the cell of a bunkroom they shared with twelve others.
Blink was the first to move, groaning in a cracked voice and spitting up blood in a pail. His back was on fire with the pain from the cat, and he could barely stand the thought of Mayer's promised week of this much torture.
"What the hell happened?" one bold inmate whispered. Then a groggy and disoriented Kid Blink noticed the crowd surrounding him and his cousin.
"Blink?" Ten-Pin asked. "Ain't you one a' Jack's newsies?"
Blink managed to croak a "no shit, Sherlock," before collapsing in unconsciousness. Dave woke half an hour later or so, spat up a good liter of blood, and blacked out again.
***
Happy little thing isn't it?
***
Mush woke up aching in a distantly familiar place. "John!" someone cried out happily. He turned and a little girl ran up and hugged him. "I missed you, big brother!" He turned the embrace be reflex, wincing when she touched his back. "What happened?"
"Nothin' Em. Jus' got in a fight, dat's awl."
"Oh. Well, now that you're here, are you going to do it?"
"Do what?"
"Don't you remember? When you left, you were supposed to marry Rivka. Well, Rivka died a few years ago, but their shared father is offering her sister Rakael-half-sister, the girl's part Cuban. Dad says you're supposed to marry her."
"Excuse me while I go talk to dad," Mush said, grimacing as he sat up. His father found him immediately.
"Son, you need to rest," he grinned falsely.
"What's this about marriage?"
***
ooooh, cliffy!!! I'm horrible. I've updated every chapter, even if it's just a little. Mush is officially Latvian, because it is the coolest language ever and I'm too lazy to change all my quotes.
I LOVE YOU ALL, MY DEAR READERS!
Kora-thanks for telling me about kudos. That's just an awesome word. I'm the slightest bit crazy today, so ignore my insanity.
Thanks again to Kora. Kudos to Kora!
I have no idea what Kudos means. Oh well. MORE STORY!
***
Not Again
Blink was lost in his thoughts as he sold papers absently. He didn't notice an unfamiliar man approach his best friend and chase him to his certain doom. He noticed a familiar, hated face and began making his escape. *Please don't let him catch me, please don't let him see me,* he prayed silently.
"Ah.Alexander "Blink" Jacobs," Mayer grinned. "Now I can kill you like I planned to kill my son, and the way I killed your sister those years ago."
"Yer son?" Blink asked, backing away.
"You probably know him as.David." Blink turned and ran like the devil was on his heels which, in retrospect, made sense.
He happened by where Cowboy and Mouth were selling, and yelled in passing, "Ya might wanna run, Davey!" Dave looked confused until he saw his father chasing Blink from a distance, and he took off. Jack grabbed Les and ran to Irving Hall with the kid in his arms.
***
*Dramatic music* the plot-THICKENS.
***
Now, it might seem hard to believe that Mayer Jacobs can outrun two teenage boys who had lived lives of hard work. But some sort of fury spurred him on and he was soon close enough to the boys the grab their collars and haul them to the Refuge. And as much as it pains me to write it, sweet Mr. Jacobs was in league with Snyder-Blink was a fugitive, and Snyder wouldn't pass up an option for another orphan paying him off-Dave, namely.
Once their father/uncle finished beating them to death, they were to be imprisoned until the age of twenty-one. And that is about as encouraging a thought as the harbinger of a malignant cancer.
Snyder even had a few of his crooked cops help chain the newsies to a wall, and gave Mayer the generous loan of a whip-a cat o' nine tails, a nine- thonged lash. With one stroke, they were shuddering in pain. When he'd finished for the night, at twenty, they were cracking.
Shirts flayed to bits, they were erect only because of the taught chains, and once cut free, they collapsed like puppets with cut strings.
It took four men two trips to haul them into the cell of a bunkroom they shared with twelve others.
Blink was the first to move, groaning in a cracked voice and spitting up blood in a pail. His back was on fire with the pain from the cat, and he could barely stand the thought of Mayer's promised week of this much torture.
"What the hell happened?" one bold inmate whispered. Then a groggy and disoriented Kid Blink noticed the crowd surrounding him and his cousin.
"Blink?" Ten-Pin asked. "Ain't you one a' Jack's newsies?"
Blink managed to croak a "no shit, Sherlock," before collapsing in unconsciousness. Dave woke half an hour later or so, spat up a good liter of blood, and blacked out again.
***
Happy little thing isn't it?
***
Mush woke up aching in a distantly familiar place. "John!" someone cried out happily. He turned and a little girl ran up and hugged him. "I missed you, big brother!" He turned the embrace be reflex, wincing when she touched his back. "What happened?"
"Nothin' Em. Jus' got in a fight, dat's awl."
"Oh. Well, now that you're here, are you going to do it?"
"Do what?"
"Don't you remember? When you left, you were supposed to marry Rivka. Well, Rivka died a few years ago, but their shared father is offering her sister Rakael-half-sister, the girl's part Cuban. Dad says you're supposed to marry her."
"Excuse me while I go talk to dad," Mush said, grimacing as he sat up. His father found him immediately.
"Son, you need to rest," he grinned falsely.
"What's this about marriage?"
***
ooooh, cliffy!!! I'm horrible. I've updated every chapter, even if it's just a little. Mush is officially Latvian, because it is the coolest language ever and I'm too lazy to change all my quotes.
I LOVE YOU ALL, MY DEAR READERS!
Kora-thanks for telling me about kudos. That's just an awesome word. I'm the slightest bit crazy today, so ignore my insanity.