A/N: I can't wait till I can tell you the boy's name so I don't have ta say
boy and kid anymore. It's driving me nuts!) Warning: Oscar, Morris, and a
few others are 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.
Thank yous:
KatFightOnSkis- Thank you so much for being my first reviewer and tellin me ta update!
Shadow Dreamer- Thank you so much for saying you love my story! That really satisfied me with the beginning of the story because we all know that the beginning is usually the most boring part! That really made me wanna update soon!
BlinknBlaze- Thanks for just writing a lil' something for me. It was nice you took the time to do that!
Liams Kitten- Thank you so much for reading my story! I'm glad you did! Here's your update! I'm already typing the 3rd chapter right now! Here's a spoiler! It's in the kid's POV so you might find out his name! I'm not sure when to put it in. But you will find out sometime. UPDATE SPOT, IS THAT YOU?!!! You can't let Watch and Blood find out that Spot's a girl especially when she's with Race! Well actually that could be pretty good! They could try and soak her and then Race might be da knight in shining armor and rescue her! UPDATE! YOU'RE KILLING ME!
Chapter 2
The Newsies looked around wildly to see where the voice came from. Jack finally spotted the fight in the distance, pointed to the alleyway and yelled, "Dere!" He jumped off the statue to the cobblestone road leading the way towards the fight. Without looking back to see if his boys had followed him, he yelled an order, "Crutchy, Bumlets, stay with da lil' ones and keep a few others here to help you!"
"You got it Jack!" they replied, pulling a few out of the crowd with them.
The Newsies were split in two groups: Jack and the rest. Jack was far ahead of them, pricking his ears so he didn't miss a single word that was said. The others listened to the distant voices, trying to recognize them.
"You'se a loner? Well, that's no good ta us!" Oscar said disappointed.
"That's Oscar! I know it!" Jack heard Mush announced behind him.
"Let's soak him foa da hell of it." Morris decided.
"And that's Morris!" Kid Blink added faintly.
"I knew trouble couldn't be far from those two!" Jack whispered with a hint of amusement in his eager voice.
Back in the alley, Morris punched the kid's right cheekbone for the second time. He went for another blow from the left but the captive bent his head down weak and defeated just in time to dodge the meaty fist. Sickening cracks echoed the alley walls as Oscar's hand kissed the brick wall. He shrieked in agony, his teary eyes locked on his shattered hand. The boy's face was painted with a cocky, satisfied grin.
He vigilantly slipped his foot behind Morris', who was distracted by his brother's screams. He kicked the clumsy bully's feet out from under him, letting his body fall to the cold ground with a thud. After seeing Oscar defeated for the moment, he turned to the even more infuriated brother. He took the bully's collar in both hands, bringing the devilish face close to his own. He cocked his head to the side, let a satisfied grin play daringly on his features and skull bashed Morris, knocking him out cold.
Jack had seen every aggressive move that had just been dealt, his eyebrows raised intriguingly, amazed at how well this stranger could fight. He knew the Delancey's wouldn't be too happy when they got up so he hurried to reach them in case he was needed for help. He reached the alley's entrance and skidded to a halt. Dust clouds stirred up from the dirt street as he stopped suddenly, making him appear like a dark silhouette. He hesitated then sprinted towards them.
Meanwhile, while Jack was coming towards the alley's entrance, Oscar rose slowly from the ground. He jumped up in full behind the boy, wrapping his arm around the sleek neck like a coiling snake. He thrust his body back, choking his rival.
Morris lowered his devilish face to the kid's ear and hissed, "Move, I dare ya, and ya die!"
"Ooo scary! Look at me I'm shaking!" he joked fearlessly.
Oscar heard the quiet pitter-patter of footsteps on the stone. In alarm, he whipped both of them around, choking him more. He saw the slender silhouette of a cowboy and panicked in fear of what was to come. He was frozen with anticipation until he saw the dust settle to reveal Jack Kelly standing menacingly just before him. He helplessly watched Jack run towards him at full speed, never slowing.
Morris thought rapidly at what he could do to defend himself and unsheathed a knife from his pocket, holding it to the boy's neck. This was the moment he had been waiting for. This was his plan: to lure Jack Kelly into an ambush. Jack stopped dead in his tracks at seeing the innocent in danger, fumbling a little over loose stones.
'Yes,' Oscar thought, 'he's finally alone!'
His Newsies finally caught up with their leader and stopped short behind him. The tripped over each other unprepared grabbing what they could to save themselves. Jack pulled his arms away from them and glared intensely at Morris.
"Cowboy! How nice a you'se to join us...with your "friends"!" Oscar snarled, saying the word friends with disgust. He hadn't prepared for all his Newsies to follow him but that was stupid to believe. Of course they would follow their leader, they're too loyal! He grunted in disapproval at this thought. "C'mon Jack, I dare ya! Take another step and da kid dies!" Morris warned viciously.
Jack took a cautious step towards them, his eyes never laving the malicious silver blade. Morris stared him down, his efforts failing. His hand was trembling nervously; the knife was swaying back and forth like a pendulum across his prisoner's neck. The jagged blade brushed his tan flesh making a shallow burning gash in his skin. Blood trickled leisurely to his blue plaid shirt. The cloth soaked the liquid up like a sponge, turning the faded pattern to a deep scarlet. The wound spurt more blood every second, never seeming to stop but never a continuous flow. Jack reached his hand out to help, making Morris grinned wickedly at the suppressed fear in Jack's eyes. He knew Jack was scared for the boy's life but would never allow himself to show it. Leaders aren't supposed to show fear. In terror that Morris might actually kill the boy, Jack recoiled his hand.
"Stop! I can take care a dis Jack. They don't want me dey want you'se so just go! He won't kill me if you run. He'll go after you!" the kid warned him bravely. After seeing that Jack stood his ground, he howled, "GO!"
Oscar knew that Jack hated someone getting hurt at his expense, he was smart about that. It was the perfect trap! Jack was thinking rapidly, his thoughts turning in his anxious mind. His gazed was frozen on the ruby stains of the gentle neck before him. He reflected to himself, "I'se never saw dis loner bafoa. I'se don't know why nobody else did neither. I'se gotsta to save him! I don't let nobody get soaked when I'se here! I take care a everybody! Me only choice is to reason with the dirty scabber!"
"Oscar, let him go! You don't want him you want me. You'se just using him to get me here and it worked so let him go! Ya wanna fight me fair then fine but not at the cost of an innocent's life! Be a man an' fight me with ya fists!" Jack challenged.
"How noble of ya Jacky Boy but I'se not into making deals with ya!" he announced proudly. He quickly thought the situation over and bestowed an evil grin as he continued, "But today's an exception!"
Oscar glared disapprovingly at the boy again. He released the bloody arm around the neck, making him wheeze when he took a deep breath. He weakly fell to the ground in exhaustion. He winced as his hand grasped his fragile neck to stop the enduring pain. When he pulled his hand away to gaze at it, it was no longer a light coffee but crimson. After a moment's rest, he congregated enough strength to lift his upper body with his arms. He sheepishly picked up his heavy head to fix his raging eyes on his attacker.
Jack watched as his foe let the prisoner go and allowed him to recover. He was waiting for Oscar to face him and signal him that it was time for them to fight. Then while he was distracted, he'd tell his Newsies to aid the helpless body.
Oscar held the knife treacherously above his head. He mercilessly swiped the blade at his inferior in frustration. The rigid blade caught the boy's left forearm, cutting deeply into the tan flesh. He left the protruding knife where he severed, smiled victoriously. He claimed triumph and let the boy's head fall limply once more. After making certain the body wasn't stirring anymore, he turned to face Jack.
The leader stared in a daze at the body, disgusted at what he'd just seen. It was like everything else around him had faded except for the corpse. His head had told him to go to the boy and help him but his body wouldn't move.
"This is not the kinda headline I'd like ta see in the morning! Stabbed Corpse Found Dead in Alley! He needs da help I can't give him now! Morris won't let it happen!" Jack reflected to himself.
His chocolate eyes were being breached with tears of helplessness and overwhelming. He never met the kid before but his courage and fearlessness gave him inspiration he'd seen previously. Jack broke his daze and turned to Race, motioning him to go the boy. Race hesitated not wanting to move until Jack did. Jack disregarded the act of disloyalty and turned his eyes back to Morris with resentment. His eyes were as cold as steel with revulsion and rage. He glared intimidating his foe, feeling his body become tense in wrath from head to toe. Abruptly he exploded with fury, charging fists up at Morris. He threw blow after blow at the petrified body.
As he kept the bully occupied, the others took the opportunity to rush to the boy's aid. Jack threw the scabber against the wall, letting him slide down to sit in the filled crates. He bestowed his enemy with merciless blows to the body. As his inferior attempted to stand, he took the rivals collar in his hands and skull bashed the big head. He watched the defeated brother collapse to the ground beside his brother before he joined his Newsies that circled the wounded stranger.
A/N: Whew! That was relieving to finish and post! I'm trying to find more stuff ta put in chapter 3 so it may take a little time. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! PLEASE!!!
Red
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.
Thank yous:
KatFightOnSkis- Thank you so much for being my first reviewer and tellin me ta update!
Shadow Dreamer- Thank you so much for saying you love my story! That really satisfied me with the beginning of the story because we all know that the beginning is usually the most boring part! That really made me wanna update soon!
BlinknBlaze- Thanks for just writing a lil' something for me. It was nice you took the time to do that!
Liams Kitten- Thank you so much for reading my story! I'm glad you did! Here's your update! I'm already typing the 3rd chapter right now! Here's a spoiler! It's in the kid's POV so you might find out his name! I'm not sure when to put it in. But you will find out sometime. UPDATE SPOT, IS THAT YOU?!!! You can't let Watch and Blood find out that Spot's a girl especially when she's with Race! Well actually that could be pretty good! They could try and soak her and then Race might be da knight in shining armor and rescue her! UPDATE! YOU'RE KILLING ME!
Chapter 2
The Newsies looked around wildly to see where the voice came from. Jack finally spotted the fight in the distance, pointed to the alleyway and yelled, "Dere!" He jumped off the statue to the cobblestone road leading the way towards the fight. Without looking back to see if his boys had followed him, he yelled an order, "Crutchy, Bumlets, stay with da lil' ones and keep a few others here to help you!"
"You got it Jack!" they replied, pulling a few out of the crowd with them.
The Newsies were split in two groups: Jack and the rest. Jack was far ahead of them, pricking his ears so he didn't miss a single word that was said. The others listened to the distant voices, trying to recognize them.
"You'se a loner? Well, that's no good ta us!" Oscar said disappointed.
"That's Oscar! I know it!" Jack heard Mush announced behind him.
"Let's soak him foa da hell of it." Morris decided.
"And that's Morris!" Kid Blink added faintly.
"I knew trouble couldn't be far from those two!" Jack whispered with a hint of amusement in his eager voice.
Back in the alley, Morris punched the kid's right cheekbone for the second time. He went for another blow from the left but the captive bent his head down weak and defeated just in time to dodge the meaty fist. Sickening cracks echoed the alley walls as Oscar's hand kissed the brick wall. He shrieked in agony, his teary eyes locked on his shattered hand. The boy's face was painted with a cocky, satisfied grin.
He vigilantly slipped his foot behind Morris', who was distracted by his brother's screams. He kicked the clumsy bully's feet out from under him, letting his body fall to the cold ground with a thud. After seeing Oscar defeated for the moment, he turned to the even more infuriated brother. He took the bully's collar in both hands, bringing the devilish face close to his own. He cocked his head to the side, let a satisfied grin play daringly on his features and skull bashed Morris, knocking him out cold.
Jack had seen every aggressive move that had just been dealt, his eyebrows raised intriguingly, amazed at how well this stranger could fight. He knew the Delancey's wouldn't be too happy when they got up so he hurried to reach them in case he was needed for help. He reached the alley's entrance and skidded to a halt. Dust clouds stirred up from the dirt street as he stopped suddenly, making him appear like a dark silhouette. He hesitated then sprinted towards them.
Meanwhile, while Jack was coming towards the alley's entrance, Oscar rose slowly from the ground. He jumped up in full behind the boy, wrapping his arm around the sleek neck like a coiling snake. He thrust his body back, choking his rival.
Morris lowered his devilish face to the kid's ear and hissed, "Move, I dare ya, and ya die!"
"Ooo scary! Look at me I'm shaking!" he joked fearlessly.
Oscar heard the quiet pitter-patter of footsteps on the stone. In alarm, he whipped both of them around, choking him more. He saw the slender silhouette of a cowboy and panicked in fear of what was to come. He was frozen with anticipation until he saw the dust settle to reveal Jack Kelly standing menacingly just before him. He helplessly watched Jack run towards him at full speed, never slowing.
Morris thought rapidly at what he could do to defend himself and unsheathed a knife from his pocket, holding it to the boy's neck. This was the moment he had been waiting for. This was his plan: to lure Jack Kelly into an ambush. Jack stopped dead in his tracks at seeing the innocent in danger, fumbling a little over loose stones.
'Yes,' Oscar thought, 'he's finally alone!'
His Newsies finally caught up with their leader and stopped short behind him. The tripped over each other unprepared grabbing what they could to save themselves. Jack pulled his arms away from them and glared intensely at Morris.
"Cowboy! How nice a you'se to join us...with your "friends"!" Oscar snarled, saying the word friends with disgust. He hadn't prepared for all his Newsies to follow him but that was stupid to believe. Of course they would follow their leader, they're too loyal! He grunted in disapproval at this thought. "C'mon Jack, I dare ya! Take another step and da kid dies!" Morris warned viciously.
Jack took a cautious step towards them, his eyes never laving the malicious silver blade. Morris stared him down, his efforts failing. His hand was trembling nervously; the knife was swaying back and forth like a pendulum across his prisoner's neck. The jagged blade brushed his tan flesh making a shallow burning gash in his skin. Blood trickled leisurely to his blue plaid shirt. The cloth soaked the liquid up like a sponge, turning the faded pattern to a deep scarlet. The wound spurt more blood every second, never seeming to stop but never a continuous flow. Jack reached his hand out to help, making Morris grinned wickedly at the suppressed fear in Jack's eyes. He knew Jack was scared for the boy's life but would never allow himself to show it. Leaders aren't supposed to show fear. In terror that Morris might actually kill the boy, Jack recoiled his hand.
"Stop! I can take care a dis Jack. They don't want me dey want you'se so just go! He won't kill me if you run. He'll go after you!" the kid warned him bravely. After seeing that Jack stood his ground, he howled, "GO!"
Oscar knew that Jack hated someone getting hurt at his expense, he was smart about that. It was the perfect trap! Jack was thinking rapidly, his thoughts turning in his anxious mind. His gazed was frozen on the ruby stains of the gentle neck before him. He reflected to himself, "I'se never saw dis loner bafoa. I'se don't know why nobody else did neither. I'se gotsta to save him! I don't let nobody get soaked when I'se here! I take care a everybody! Me only choice is to reason with the dirty scabber!"
"Oscar, let him go! You don't want him you want me. You'se just using him to get me here and it worked so let him go! Ya wanna fight me fair then fine but not at the cost of an innocent's life! Be a man an' fight me with ya fists!" Jack challenged.
"How noble of ya Jacky Boy but I'se not into making deals with ya!" he announced proudly. He quickly thought the situation over and bestowed an evil grin as he continued, "But today's an exception!"
Oscar glared disapprovingly at the boy again. He released the bloody arm around the neck, making him wheeze when he took a deep breath. He weakly fell to the ground in exhaustion. He winced as his hand grasped his fragile neck to stop the enduring pain. When he pulled his hand away to gaze at it, it was no longer a light coffee but crimson. After a moment's rest, he congregated enough strength to lift his upper body with his arms. He sheepishly picked up his heavy head to fix his raging eyes on his attacker.
Jack watched as his foe let the prisoner go and allowed him to recover. He was waiting for Oscar to face him and signal him that it was time for them to fight. Then while he was distracted, he'd tell his Newsies to aid the helpless body.
Oscar held the knife treacherously above his head. He mercilessly swiped the blade at his inferior in frustration. The rigid blade caught the boy's left forearm, cutting deeply into the tan flesh. He left the protruding knife where he severed, smiled victoriously. He claimed triumph and let the boy's head fall limply once more. After making certain the body wasn't stirring anymore, he turned to face Jack.
The leader stared in a daze at the body, disgusted at what he'd just seen. It was like everything else around him had faded except for the corpse. His head had told him to go to the boy and help him but his body wouldn't move.
"This is not the kinda headline I'd like ta see in the morning! Stabbed Corpse Found Dead in Alley! He needs da help I can't give him now! Morris won't let it happen!" Jack reflected to himself.
His chocolate eyes were being breached with tears of helplessness and overwhelming. He never met the kid before but his courage and fearlessness gave him inspiration he'd seen previously. Jack broke his daze and turned to Race, motioning him to go the boy. Race hesitated not wanting to move until Jack did. Jack disregarded the act of disloyalty and turned his eyes back to Morris with resentment. His eyes were as cold as steel with revulsion and rage. He glared intimidating his foe, feeling his body become tense in wrath from head to toe. Abruptly he exploded with fury, charging fists up at Morris. He threw blow after blow at the petrified body.
As he kept the bully occupied, the others took the opportunity to rush to the boy's aid. Jack threw the scabber against the wall, letting him slide down to sit in the filled crates. He bestowed his enemy with merciless blows to the body. As his inferior attempted to stand, he took the rivals collar in his hands and skull bashed the big head. He watched the defeated brother collapse to the ground beside his brother before he joined his Newsies that circled the wounded stranger.
A/N: Whew! That was relieving to finish and post! I'm trying to find more stuff ta put in chapter 3 so it may take a little time. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! PLEASE!!!
Red