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Jess burst into Tibby's with Mush right behind her. She turned around and grinned. "I win!" she declared. Mush walked over to her and put his arms on her waist.
"Ya know I letcha win, right?" he teased.
"Yeah, shoah, and Pulitzer's my aunt." Jess retorted. She put her face close to his, so it was only an inch away. She was about to lean in for a kiss when Skittery interrupted.
"Ah, will you'se two get a room or somethin'? Sheesh!" he said loudly.
Jess and Mush turned to look around the restaurant for the first time since they got there. It was packed with newsies, who were all starting at the two of them.
"Heya fellas." Mush said sheepishly. He pulled away from Jess, still keeping a hand around her waist. "How's it goin'?"
"It was goin' great, til you'se two come bargin' in heah hangin' all ova each other!" Skittery said sarcastically. Various newsies called out:
"Put a lid on it!"
"You'se is always in a bad mood!"
"Lay off 'em, will ya?"
Jess walked with Mush to the table and sat down next to him. "Ya jist jealous, ya grump." She teased.
"I ain't jealous!" Skittery mumbled. "And I ain't a grump."
As Mush ordered food for the two of them, (he always knew what Jess wanted, something that drove Dutchy crazy) Jess looked around. "Hey, where's da Cowboy?" she asked. "I thought he was comin' heah wid da Mouth and Lancealot."
Kid Blink looked up from his plate. "Dey were. He said dey'd be heah as soon as dey was done sellin' their papes." He shrugged and turned back to his food. "Maybe dey had a bad sellin' day."
Jess wasn't so sure. Jack always finished selling his papers fast, and Dave and Les were never far to follow. As the thoughts were still forming in her head, she heard the bell on the door ring. Everyone looked up to see Jack and the Jacobs standing in the doorway. For a moment they stood in the doorframe, outlined in light. Jess smiled as she told herself that she had worried for nothing, until the three boys walked farther into the room. Jess gasped as she saw them clearly.
Their clothes were muddy, and torn so badly that they were almost in shreds. Jack had a split lip and a gash across his forehead. Blood from the cut dripped down his face and into his eyes. Dave had a huge scrape across the side of his face that had bits of dirt and gravel stuck in it, and a purple bruise covering most of his chin. Les had a black eye.
"Holy." Snitch said under his breath. Jess jumped up and hugged Les. He had become like her little brother in the past month. She couldn't think what kind of horrible person would do this, but she did know that the newsies wouldn't just stand for this beating of three of their own.
"What happened to you?"
"Who did dis?"
"Jack, what happened?"
"Alright, alright." Jack said tiredly. He held up his hands to quiet them. When they had settled, he flopped down in an available chair, Dave and Les following the suit. "We was sellin' our papes, same as always. We were almost done, when these big guys jumped us. I dunno how many dere was," he looked over at Dave. "How many would you say?"
Dave was softly trying to rub the dirt out of the scrape on his face. Race handed him a napkin. "Thanks," Dave said gratefully. He turned back to Jack. "There must have been 7 or 8 or them, at least."
"There were 8." Les's voice was still shaky. Jess silently vowed to hurt whoever had done this. "They attacked us when we weren't lookin', but Jack, he showed 'em whose boss."
Dave rolled his eyes. "And what was I, chopped liver?"
Les looked over at him. "O yeah, Davey helped a little too."
Mush spoke up. "So what happened after that?"
Jack looked over at him. "They jist left." All the newsies looked at him, expecting more. When Cowboy said nothing, Itey turned to Davey.
"Whaddoes he mean, dey jist left?" he asked.
Davey shrugged. "They beat us up, then they left. They didn't even try to take out money or anything. It was. weird." The newsies exchanged bewildered looks. Why beat someone up if you didn't want something from them?
"I think they were part of the Crypts. I recognize 'em from the strike, when dey tried to take us on den." Jack said thoughtfully.
As the rest of the newsies continued the conversation, Jess frowned. The Crypts. She had hear that name before, but where? Something about that name sent chills up her spine. She knew that when she remembered where she had heard it, she was not going to be happy.
Istalksiriusonweekends: Thx so much! We'll be sure to write more soon.
Yes, our other reviewer was the Scout who co-wrote the story....do you see how desperate for reviews we are???
Jess burst into Tibby's with Mush right behind her. She turned around and grinned. "I win!" she declared. Mush walked over to her and put his arms on her waist.
"Ya know I letcha win, right?" he teased.
"Yeah, shoah, and Pulitzer's my aunt." Jess retorted. She put her face close to his, so it was only an inch away. She was about to lean in for a kiss when Skittery interrupted.
"Ah, will you'se two get a room or somethin'? Sheesh!" he said loudly.
Jess and Mush turned to look around the restaurant for the first time since they got there. It was packed with newsies, who were all starting at the two of them.
"Heya fellas." Mush said sheepishly. He pulled away from Jess, still keeping a hand around her waist. "How's it goin'?"
"It was goin' great, til you'se two come bargin' in heah hangin' all ova each other!" Skittery said sarcastically. Various newsies called out:
"Put a lid on it!"
"You'se is always in a bad mood!"
"Lay off 'em, will ya?"
Jess walked with Mush to the table and sat down next to him. "Ya jist jealous, ya grump." She teased.
"I ain't jealous!" Skittery mumbled. "And I ain't a grump."
As Mush ordered food for the two of them, (he always knew what Jess wanted, something that drove Dutchy crazy) Jess looked around. "Hey, where's da Cowboy?" she asked. "I thought he was comin' heah wid da Mouth and Lancealot."
Kid Blink looked up from his plate. "Dey were. He said dey'd be heah as soon as dey was done sellin' their papes." He shrugged and turned back to his food. "Maybe dey had a bad sellin' day."
Jess wasn't so sure. Jack always finished selling his papers fast, and Dave and Les were never far to follow. As the thoughts were still forming in her head, she heard the bell on the door ring. Everyone looked up to see Jack and the Jacobs standing in the doorway. For a moment they stood in the doorframe, outlined in light. Jess smiled as she told herself that she had worried for nothing, until the three boys walked farther into the room. Jess gasped as she saw them clearly.
Their clothes were muddy, and torn so badly that they were almost in shreds. Jack had a split lip and a gash across his forehead. Blood from the cut dripped down his face and into his eyes. Dave had a huge scrape across the side of his face that had bits of dirt and gravel stuck in it, and a purple bruise covering most of his chin. Les had a black eye.
"Holy." Snitch said under his breath. Jess jumped up and hugged Les. He had become like her little brother in the past month. She couldn't think what kind of horrible person would do this, but she did know that the newsies wouldn't just stand for this beating of three of their own.
"What happened to you?"
"Who did dis?"
"Jack, what happened?"
"Alright, alright." Jack said tiredly. He held up his hands to quiet them. When they had settled, he flopped down in an available chair, Dave and Les following the suit. "We was sellin' our papes, same as always. We were almost done, when these big guys jumped us. I dunno how many dere was," he looked over at Dave. "How many would you say?"
Dave was softly trying to rub the dirt out of the scrape on his face. Race handed him a napkin. "Thanks," Dave said gratefully. He turned back to Jack. "There must have been 7 or 8 or them, at least."
"There were 8." Les's voice was still shaky. Jess silently vowed to hurt whoever had done this. "They attacked us when we weren't lookin', but Jack, he showed 'em whose boss."
Dave rolled his eyes. "And what was I, chopped liver?"
Les looked over at him. "O yeah, Davey helped a little too."
Mush spoke up. "So what happened after that?"
Jack looked over at him. "They jist left." All the newsies looked at him, expecting more. When Cowboy said nothing, Itey turned to Davey.
"Whaddoes he mean, dey jist left?" he asked.
Davey shrugged. "They beat us up, then they left. They didn't even try to take out money or anything. It was. weird." The newsies exchanged bewildered looks. Why beat someone up if you didn't want something from them?
"I think they were part of the Crypts. I recognize 'em from the strike, when dey tried to take us on den." Jack said thoughtfully.
As the rest of the newsies continued the conversation, Jess frowned. The Crypts. She had hear that name before, but where? Something about that name sent chills up her spine. She knew that when she remembered where she had heard it, she was not going to be happy.