THE UNFORGETTABLE NIGHT - CHAPTER 2
Disclaimer: I don't own the Newsies, but I do own all the others not in the movie (Brady, Milo, Cobra, Runt, Conner, Riff)
A/N - sorry for the lack of updates.. I've been super busy wit school n band... Onto chapter 2!
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Milo and Cobra watched the Brooklyn newsie closely from the alley. He was almost finished selling, so the time was almost there.
"Do ya remember what I told ya, Cobra?" Milo said.
"Yup," Cobra nodded.
"Ok. Let's go," Milo said, as the Brooklynite sold his last paper.
Runt didn't know what hit him. He had just finished selling, then the next thing he knew, he was being dragged into an alley, while being punched over and over.
"He's almost out. Give me the brass and I'll finish him off," Milo said to Cobra.
Cobra handed them over to Milo, who put them on.
"Sucks to be him," Milo said, and the punched him hard into his cheek, with a sickening sound of the knuckles meeting flesh and bones.
Runt was out cold
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Spot was sitting on her perch, smoking a cigarette and thinking. He was fed up with Brady. But that didn't mean he wanted to get involved in a war with him. Brady had been a thorn in his side for so long, and now it was worse than ever.
Spot was interrupted from his thinking when he saw Conner rushing toward him
"Why ya in a such a rush Conner?" Spot asked with a smirk.
"Spot," Conner said, panting. "They got Runt. Midtown got Runt"
"Fuck," Spot said, quickly throwing his cigarette away. "Where he at? And how bad?"
"2nd street. And he's pretty bad. He's still unconscious."
"Lead the way" When the got there, Spot basically stopped in his tracks. Runt was beaten very badly. His eyes were swollen shut, his right cheek was bruised and cut open from where the brass knuckles hit, his shirt was torn and bloody. It was an awful sight to see.
Without speaking, Spot and Conner lifted Runt up and carried him back to the lodging house. As they were walking in, the newsies saw them carrying a bruised and bloodied Runt and immediately began to whisper. They knew it was Midtown, because only Midtown would do that to a Brooklyn newsie.
Spot and Conner set Runt down on the nearest bunk and started cleaning him up. As soon as a wet towel touched his cheek, Runt's eyes flew open and he screamed out in pain.
"Easy there, Runt. We're just trying to clean you up," Spot said, trying to calm him down.
"Spot... It was Milo and Cobra. They came outta nowhere," Runt managed to get out. "They used brass."
Spot shook his head. Midtown was known to break the newsies' unspoken code of fist-on-fist fighting. But this was the third time they used brass on his newsies.
"Conner," Spot said as his stood up. "You take care of him. I'll be back in a second"
Conner nodded. Spot went downstairs, found Riff, and went into the back room where they could talk privately.
"Riff, I can't take this! Midtown, Brady mostly, have gotta way outta line. They can't do this to us."
"But what are we supposed to do to stop them?"
"I'm calling a Brooklyn-Manhattan meeting. I told you, one more newsie soaked, and I'm attacking."
"But is war the only answer?"
"I'm afraid so," Spot said signing. "Go to Manhattan and tell Kelly... Tomorrow, Five o'clock, at Tibby's."
(In Manhattan)
Riff walked into the Manhattan lodging house and asked Kloppman where Jack was, who pointed upstairs. He walked up the stairs and into the room, where he was greeted with 'heys!' and 'hellos'. He acknowledged them and when straight to Jack.
"Hey Riff! What brings you here?"
"We gotta talk" "Ok. Let's go up on the roof"
Race, Mush, Skittery, and Blink were playing poker and they all began to wonder out loud what was going on.
"Do ya think something happened to Spot?" Skittery asked, while putting a card down. "One card, Race."
"I doubt it." Race said handing Skittery a card. "But I bet it was something to do with Midtown."
They all agreed.
Blink smiled to himself. He had to try his hardest to not crack up laughing. If only they knew...
Up on the roof, Riff and Jack were talking.
"So now can you tell me why you're here?" Jack said, lighting up a cigarette.
"Brooklyn-Manhattan meeting. Tomorrow. Five o'clock. At Tibby's."
Jack immediately snapped his head up.
"Why did he call meeting? What happened?"
"Milo and Cobra soaked Runt. Really bad... They used brass."
Jack's eyes went wide with that.
"Holy shit! Is he alright?"
"Eventually he will be"
"I guess Spot really is gonna go through with attacking Brady, if he's calling the meeting"
Riff nodded, lighting up a cigarette of his own.
"Hey Riff... have you found out anything about the so-called 'traitor'?"
"We have our suspicions, but nothing solid yet. You?"
"Yeah, pretty much the same."
"Well I betta be heading back to Brooklyn if I want to make curfew. It's getting late. Remember... tomorrow, five o'clock, Tibby's."
"Got it." Jack said, spit-shaking with Riff. "See ya tomorrow.
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A/N - WooHoo! Another chapter done! YeeHaw!
a BIG THANK YOU to AngelFish7. I LOVE YOU TO NO END! Without your reviews, I think I would stop this fic...
Please REVIEW people. I need feedback... Good, bad, ANYTHING!
~Braids
Disclaimer: I don't own the Newsies, but I do own all the others not in the movie (Brady, Milo, Cobra, Runt, Conner, Riff)
A/N - sorry for the lack of updates.. I've been super busy wit school n band... Onto chapter 2!
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Milo and Cobra watched the Brooklyn newsie closely from the alley. He was almost finished selling, so the time was almost there.
"Do ya remember what I told ya, Cobra?" Milo said.
"Yup," Cobra nodded.
"Ok. Let's go," Milo said, as the Brooklynite sold his last paper.
Runt didn't know what hit him. He had just finished selling, then the next thing he knew, he was being dragged into an alley, while being punched over and over.
"He's almost out. Give me the brass and I'll finish him off," Milo said to Cobra.
Cobra handed them over to Milo, who put them on.
"Sucks to be him," Milo said, and the punched him hard into his cheek, with a sickening sound of the knuckles meeting flesh and bones.
Runt was out cold
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Spot was sitting on her perch, smoking a cigarette and thinking. He was fed up with Brady. But that didn't mean he wanted to get involved in a war with him. Brady had been a thorn in his side for so long, and now it was worse than ever.
Spot was interrupted from his thinking when he saw Conner rushing toward him
"Why ya in a such a rush Conner?" Spot asked with a smirk.
"Spot," Conner said, panting. "They got Runt. Midtown got Runt"
"Fuck," Spot said, quickly throwing his cigarette away. "Where he at? And how bad?"
"2nd street. And he's pretty bad. He's still unconscious."
"Lead the way" When the got there, Spot basically stopped in his tracks. Runt was beaten very badly. His eyes were swollen shut, his right cheek was bruised and cut open from where the brass knuckles hit, his shirt was torn and bloody. It was an awful sight to see.
Without speaking, Spot and Conner lifted Runt up and carried him back to the lodging house. As they were walking in, the newsies saw them carrying a bruised and bloodied Runt and immediately began to whisper. They knew it was Midtown, because only Midtown would do that to a Brooklyn newsie.
Spot and Conner set Runt down on the nearest bunk and started cleaning him up. As soon as a wet towel touched his cheek, Runt's eyes flew open and he screamed out in pain.
"Easy there, Runt. We're just trying to clean you up," Spot said, trying to calm him down.
"Spot... It was Milo and Cobra. They came outta nowhere," Runt managed to get out. "They used brass."
Spot shook his head. Midtown was known to break the newsies' unspoken code of fist-on-fist fighting. But this was the third time they used brass on his newsies.
"Conner," Spot said as his stood up. "You take care of him. I'll be back in a second"
Conner nodded. Spot went downstairs, found Riff, and went into the back room where they could talk privately.
"Riff, I can't take this! Midtown, Brady mostly, have gotta way outta line. They can't do this to us."
"But what are we supposed to do to stop them?"
"I'm calling a Brooklyn-Manhattan meeting. I told you, one more newsie soaked, and I'm attacking."
"But is war the only answer?"
"I'm afraid so," Spot said signing. "Go to Manhattan and tell Kelly... Tomorrow, Five o'clock, at Tibby's."
(In Manhattan)
Riff walked into the Manhattan lodging house and asked Kloppman where Jack was, who pointed upstairs. He walked up the stairs and into the room, where he was greeted with 'heys!' and 'hellos'. He acknowledged them and when straight to Jack.
"Hey Riff! What brings you here?"
"We gotta talk" "Ok. Let's go up on the roof"
Race, Mush, Skittery, and Blink were playing poker and they all began to wonder out loud what was going on.
"Do ya think something happened to Spot?" Skittery asked, while putting a card down. "One card, Race."
"I doubt it." Race said handing Skittery a card. "But I bet it was something to do with Midtown."
They all agreed.
Blink smiled to himself. He had to try his hardest to not crack up laughing. If only they knew...
Up on the roof, Riff and Jack were talking.
"So now can you tell me why you're here?" Jack said, lighting up a cigarette.
"Brooklyn-Manhattan meeting. Tomorrow. Five o'clock. At Tibby's."
Jack immediately snapped his head up.
"Why did he call meeting? What happened?"
"Milo and Cobra soaked Runt. Really bad... They used brass."
Jack's eyes went wide with that.
"Holy shit! Is he alright?"
"Eventually he will be"
"I guess Spot really is gonna go through with attacking Brady, if he's calling the meeting"
Riff nodded, lighting up a cigarette of his own.
"Hey Riff... have you found out anything about the so-called 'traitor'?"
"We have our suspicions, but nothing solid yet. You?"
"Yeah, pretty much the same."
"Well I betta be heading back to Brooklyn if I want to make curfew. It's getting late. Remember... tomorrow, five o'clock, Tibby's."
"Got it." Jack said, spit-shaking with Riff. "See ya tomorrow.
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A/N - WooHoo! Another chapter done! YeeHaw!
a BIG THANK YOU to AngelFish7. I LOVE YOU TO NO END! Without your reviews, I think I would stop this fic...
Please REVIEW people. I need feedback... Good, bad, ANYTHING!
~Braids