A/N: This chapter is really short. but don't worry, the next one will be
up in less than a day or two. unless *someone* doesn't write it fast
enough. *looks at Scout*
Scout: I'm woikin on it!
Disclaimer: Duh, we don't own Newsies.
Shoutout:
Istalksirusonweekends: Are we that predictable? lol, lay off the collar!
Jack grinned and laid down his cards. "Full house boys!"
Cries could be heard from all around. "He's gotta be cheatin'!" Race said dubiously. "Dere ain't no way a cowboy could be me at poker fair 'n square"
As the boys grudgingly started to hand over their money, there was a knock at the door. Jack got up and opened it, with that cocky grin still plastered on his face. But when he saw the figure in front of him, the smile was replaced with a dropped jaw. Everyone looked to the doorway, and when they saw the person who was standing there, all the talking in the room stopped. Jack finally closed his mouth and uttered the first words. "Heya Spot. What happened to you?"
It was a good question. Spot was covered in cuts and bruises. "Crypts." He said tiredly. He walked over and sat in a chair, Jack following him. "Somethin's gotta be done, Jacky-Boy. Dey'se been beatin' up newsies all ovah da city."
Jack sighed. "I know. Dey got me 'n Dave and Les yestahday, and Specs and Dutchy got caught ta'day." Spot looked down.
"Dey got Cards. He's hurt. real bad." All the other newsies were listening intently to Spot, wanting to know exactly what happened to him.
"We didn't even do nothin'," he said, sounding like a hurt child. He quickly regained his cool exterior. Spot Conlon never showed fear or pain.
"They don't need a reason." Dutchy said emotionlessly from the corner he was sitting in. Even his fluffy hair looked hurt.
Jack leaned forward in his chair. "So whatta we gonna do about it?"
Spot looked up. "An all out rumble. Once and for all. If we win, they stop."
"And if we lose?" Racetrack asked.
"If we lose, then we're doomed." Kid Blink said darkly.
"So we won't lose." Spot said coldly. "I already had onne me boidies (birdies) go and extend a invitation to the leader of the Crypts. It's gonna be at da Bridge, tomorrow night." Spot looked around the room. "Can I count on alla you'se to be there?"
All the newsies in the room nodded. "We'll be there Spot." Jack said. The two leaders spit shook.
"I betta be goin' then. I gotta prepare my boys." Spot got up and started to walk out the door. He paused, and turned. "Where's Mush? I didn't see him, and he keeps tellin' me I gotta meet dis new goil he's seein'."
"Oh, da two a'dem are out on a date." Skittery said, rolling his eyes.
"Will he be at da rumble?" Spot asked.
"Yeah, he'll be dere." Boots assured.
Spot smiled. "Good. See you boys tomorrah." He called as he walked out the door.
Jack sighed heavily and stood up. "If I'm fightin' tomorrah den I'm hittin' da sack early." He walked over and jumped up on his bunk. "Onna youse remembah to tell Mush, ok?"
"You got it Jack," he heard someone say before he fell asleep.
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!! We'll give you. umm. ok, so we won't give you anything, but PLEASE! Don't make Scout review again..
Scout: I'm woikin on it!
Disclaimer: Duh, we don't own Newsies.
Shoutout:
Istalksirusonweekends: Are we that predictable? lol, lay off the collar!
Jack grinned and laid down his cards. "Full house boys!"
Cries could be heard from all around. "He's gotta be cheatin'!" Race said dubiously. "Dere ain't no way a cowboy could be me at poker fair 'n square"
As the boys grudgingly started to hand over their money, there was a knock at the door. Jack got up and opened it, with that cocky grin still plastered on his face. But when he saw the figure in front of him, the smile was replaced with a dropped jaw. Everyone looked to the doorway, and when they saw the person who was standing there, all the talking in the room stopped. Jack finally closed his mouth and uttered the first words. "Heya Spot. What happened to you?"
It was a good question. Spot was covered in cuts and bruises. "Crypts." He said tiredly. He walked over and sat in a chair, Jack following him. "Somethin's gotta be done, Jacky-Boy. Dey'se been beatin' up newsies all ovah da city."
Jack sighed. "I know. Dey got me 'n Dave and Les yestahday, and Specs and Dutchy got caught ta'day." Spot looked down.
"Dey got Cards. He's hurt. real bad." All the other newsies were listening intently to Spot, wanting to know exactly what happened to him.
"We didn't even do nothin'," he said, sounding like a hurt child. He quickly regained his cool exterior. Spot Conlon never showed fear or pain.
"They don't need a reason." Dutchy said emotionlessly from the corner he was sitting in. Even his fluffy hair looked hurt.
Jack leaned forward in his chair. "So whatta we gonna do about it?"
Spot looked up. "An all out rumble. Once and for all. If we win, they stop."
"And if we lose?" Racetrack asked.
"If we lose, then we're doomed." Kid Blink said darkly.
"So we won't lose." Spot said coldly. "I already had onne me boidies (birdies) go and extend a invitation to the leader of the Crypts. It's gonna be at da Bridge, tomorrow night." Spot looked around the room. "Can I count on alla you'se to be there?"
All the newsies in the room nodded. "We'll be there Spot." Jack said. The two leaders spit shook.
"I betta be goin' then. I gotta prepare my boys." Spot got up and started to walk out the door. He paused, and turned. "Where's Mush? I didn't see him, and he keeps tellin' me I gotta meet dis new goil he's seein'."
"Oh, da two a'dem are out on a date." Skittery said, rolling his eyes.
"Will he be at da rumble?" Spot asked.
"Yeah, he'll be dere." Boots assured.
Spot smiled. "Good. See you boys tomorrah." He called as he walked out the door.
Jack sighed heavily and stood up. "If I'm fightin' tomorrah den I'm hittin' da sack early." He walked over and jumped up on his bunk. "Onna youse remembah to tell Mush, ok?"
"You got it Jack," he heard someone say before he fell asleep.
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!! We'll give you. umm. ok, so we won't give you anything, but PLEASE! Don't make Scout review again..