A/N: I really hope you like this story! R&R!
Warning: Oscar, Morris, and a few others may a little out of character!
Disclaimer: As everybody knows...I don't own any of the Newsies! runs out of the room crying comes back with tissue box I own the boy and a Newsie coming up whose name is Keg.
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KatFightOnSkis- Thank you so much for being my first reviewer!
"Lemme go! I'se not afraid a you'se! I can take ya!" the boy warned.
He was a fifteen-year-old boy with short blonde hair that hid under his hat and deep cobalt blue eyes like the ocean. He had a sharp tongue for insults and was used to being fought. He won his fights almost every time they came but today he looked like he had lost. He had countless bruises to the face and arms. A short stream of blood trickled down the corner of his mouth and he looked as though he was limping. He had a nice shiner below his right eye and his cheek was swollen. The last thing he needed right now was another fight and of course one came. He was so weak and tired from the last that he had no strength to fight this tall man. Nonetheless, he would always look for a challenge and he'd always take one if given the chance. His enemy stood feet apart from him, glaring intensely at one another.
It was obvious that he didn't come to Manhattan that often because anyone knows not to run down this path if they were being chased. Everyone knew it was the street next to Pete's General Store and that they stored excess food here. The gloomy alley had crates filled with apples and oranges lining the walls. Though the sun was setting yet shining brightly in the clouded sky, darkness lurked from every corner. It was a dead end street and Morris thought he'd finally cornered his prey.
The boy, though weary, was still curious as to who this opponent was. "Who are ya?" he demanded aggravated.
"I'se should ask you the same?" the man retorted simply. "You'se ever heard of the Morris Delancey?"
"Yeah, I tink I have! I'se heard you'se so bad at bullying people around dat you was kicked outta Brooklyn! That's some reputation!" the boy shot back. Morris gave him a growl threateningly before he continued, "Wait a minute, you'se one a the Delancey brothers! So where's ya brother? Did he get kicked outta Manhattan?"
The boy felt two snakes wrap themselves under his arms and hoist his body backwards. He looked down to see what exactly had grabbed him and he saw two meaty arms. He realized he was in a tight spot and quickly looked back to see who the owner of the arms was. The ugly face came to the left side of his own and hissed, "No, but he's gonna kick your ass out of Manhattan."
The boy realized that he had provoked the wrong man. He hadn't known just how long the brother had been witness to the scene. He regretted his insults this time. The always got him in trouble but this time he was set up for another defeat. 'I'se gotta learn how ta hold me tongue!' he thought to himself. 'Not only am I exhausted from the last fight but I have no energy to fight this one. I have no defenses but my mouth and that gets me into more trouble.'
He very much knew the Delancey brothers. Well, he heard of them. They were known for trying to get back at Jack Kelly. No one really knew what Jack did to them because of all the rumors floating in the air but one thing's for sure, Jack had soaked them good one day.
Oscar had him pinned against his own body, holding back the boy so Morris could do even more damage than what had already been done. The boy wasn't nervous, he didn't even flinch. He wasn't intimidated in the least and he showed that boldly through his stone cold eyes. It looked like he was in a ghastly situation but he was oblivious to it, he knew he could beat these bullies at his full strength. He had done it countless times before to assholes just like them.
"We know dat the lil' Newsies always call foa help. When we saw ya on da streets, all beaten and broken, we's thought you'd be an easy target ta help us wit our plan. We thought we'd find one a Jack's Newsies to use as a guinea pig. So we'se decided ta use a helpless loner to do our dirty work!—'
"I'se not helpless, you lousy piece a—"
"We didn't know you would have the strength and fearlessness I'se used ta see in Brooklyn.' Morris spoke shamefully at his mistake.
"See, we ain't gonna let you'se go until you call for Cowboy! We soak every one a da Manhattan Newsies we see!" Oscar spoke proudly.
"From what I'se heard, you'se can't soak Jack Kelly and you'se been tryin ta get back at him for soaking you'se ever since you'se—"
BAM! Morris punched the boy's right eye and kneed his stomach. He smirked with amusement and bestowed another blow to his middle. His gaze with his brother's and he stopped, waiting for his captive's reaction.
"Stop fighting us ya lil' punk! We ain't letting you go until you call foa Jack. Don't play dumb. You know him! You'se his Newsie!" Oscar snarled.
"Yeah, were's ya lil' pals? Dey gonna come save ya like all da rest a dem weak ones?" Morris interrogated.
"Jacky Boy!" Oscar chanted.
"Cowboy!" Morris joined in.
"I'se not weak and you know it otherwise ya wouldn't have to hold me down so good!" the kid growled defensively.
Back in Newsies Square, Jack and his gang were hanging around the Horace Greeley statue. Race and Davey were telling jokes to a group of younger kids. Mush on the other hand told the rest of the older boys about the girl he was with the night before.
Jack straddled Horace's knee, overlooking his boys. The streets were unusually empty today and he was watching the area intently like a hawk. He bellowed a hearty laugh at Race's joke but only heard it half way. His ears had picked up faint yelling coming from one of the allies. He stopped laughing immediately and paused to listen fixedly. As the Newsies around him laughed vigorously at the story tellers, Jack was listening carefully to what the shouting was all about.
"Shuddup!" he roared over the sea of heads.
Instantaneously the voices were ceased, loyally following their leader's command. Confusion lingered on each face before him. Race could see Jack was listening for something through troubled eyes.
After a moment's pause, he grew impatient, "What is it Jack?"
"Shhhhh..." he hushed. "Somebody's in trouble, I can hear it."
Everyone stared at him with puzzled eyes until they too heard the hollers coming from the alleyway. They heard thunderous shouts coming from the street and someone screamed bitterly, "I don't know no Jack Kelly! I'se heard of him but I don't know him! I'se not his Newsies either! I'se a loner!"A/N: I know this isn't much of a cliffhanger but the story gets MUCH better, you'll see! Please R&R! I really want know what I should change and how to make the story better. Please no flames and be nice! I already warned you about people being out of character.