Disclaimer: I do not own newsies (Disney does), or the characters in
newsies. I do own MY charactors, and this plot...blahblah you know the drill
Shout outs~
Lady of the Wingnuts: thanks! As far as lynnette and spot go.....im not gonna say anything *shrugs innocently * you shall just have to read and see;)
Brownie: um, brownie, dear, we have history SECOND hour. *sigh * where has your brain gone to...and its funny that you mention how much movies rule our lives (cus they soo do!) cus I was just havin this conversation w/ brooke (my dancer/ clara buddy) Me: (referin to the 4 weeks I will be spendin in NC dancin my arse off!) If I have no way to watch movies for 4 weeks I think I might die. Brooke: really? Me: no joke Brooke: how can you be so obsessed with movies! --omg! How can you not be!! They are just the most awesomest things in the world!! And they definitely rule my life. And...ugh I cant even say.. speakin of movies (when r we not??) I have developed a new talent... I have been studyin who is in what movie... and in doing so I have learned enough to relate almost any movie to newsies! Try me. I swear im really good at this. (but not if its to old cus then dur, all the people in it would be like..dead...but I CAN do it with fred astaire [who's fred astaire?? Omg- do u remember that??] cus im a genius like that... so I think this shout out may have turned into more of an A/N ah well. So yeah...luv u so bad!!
Continuation of a/n that was started somewhat in the shoutouts: if your shoutout from last chapter had some thin like this "("in it, that's only cus my pc is ga----er stupid.....i meant to say ;)
O and I need a new word to say instead of gay and retarted..cus those are not politically correct.. and stupid is stupid........and silly is , well, silly.....so yeah...any suggestions??
And EVERYONE should go read AND review sgtpeppersgirl's stories...especially 'Jack' cus "it's a bleedin masterpiece!"
Hmmmm isnt there a story im supposed to be tellin? O yeah...here it is...
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"So," started Abby, "what're youse two plannin' on doin' before the conference or whatever the hell youse call it."
"Umm I don't know,"
"Well, are you done sellin yore papers?" She asked.
The two nodded.
"Then can I hang out with you? I'm done with my work heah."
Robert was not planning on leading his baby sister around all day, but for once, he couldn't think of an excuse.
He looked to Mush for help.
Mush shrugged.
"I got no problem wit it"
Robert's mind was completely blank.
It was his turn to shrug his shoulders, after throwing Mush a threatening look.
"What?"
Mush didn't get it.
The three, Abby, Rob, and Mush headed out into the street.
"We could go to Medda's," Rob offered.
Abby was not too keen on that idea.
"Yeah and watch a fifty year old hag flaunt herself to boys less than a third her age? I don't think so."
Rob looked to Mush as if to say see what you got us into? But Mush just shrugged again
"Oh I know," Abby piped up, "We could go to Central Park! It's pretty far away; by the time we got there, it'd be almost time for that thing a' yores."
Mush shrugged approvingly.
"Mush willya stop with the fuckin' shruggin'!"
Rob was completely beside himself, With all of the interruptions and shrugging, Rob had been annoyed by Mush one too many times today. He figured it would be better to just separate himself from the problem than to yell at Mush for a solid ten minutes.
So Rob turned away and started to walk to Central Park. He made sure to walk much faster than Abby and Mush, to cool down.
Abby was just as surprised by her brother's outburst as Mush was. "Sorry 'bout my brother Mush, he just sometimes can't control-"
For the first time, Mush realized there was no need to be embarrassed. He really noticed how nicely Abby's short brown hair rested behind her ears, how she half smiled whenever she said anything, how-
Slow down Mush, yore getting' ahead of yoreself heah. This is Rob's baby sistah, what're ya doin'!
Mush stopped walking for a minute.
Hey, I don't see no baby so just back off! Screw Rob, I'll do what I want.
He started walking with Abby again.
"Naw, that's ok Abby, I mean it's prolly better this way. I've been wantin' to uh, talk to youse for a while now..."
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It wasn't ten seconds until Rob heard his sister giggle. He shot his head back to see Mush smiling too.
He took a deep breath.
Stay calm Robby, just stay calm, he ain't doin' nothin' yet.
Rob waited about five more minutes until he looked back at his companions.
To his horror they were now holding hands!
Rob had to work very hard to stop himself from telling Mush off right then and there.
Later, Robby, wait until yore by yoreselves, then you can rip him apaht.
Robby smiled at this prospect and continued to walk to Central Park.
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Lynnette walked slightly ahead of Spot and Race
She was beginning to get bored. Her mind had been wondering ever since the boys' conversation had changed topics.
The melody from a ballet she had seen last week found its way into her mind. It was from Swan Lake.
She remembered how the dancers had performed the story flawlessly.
Out of all the outings Lynnette was forced to attend, the ballet was her favorite, the grace and beauty of the dancers would stay in her mind days after she left the theatre.
As the melody began to swell in her mind, she sang it aloud without realizing it. Well, it was more like she hummed it. Singing was not one of Lynnette's strong points.
She repeated the melody over and over again; it was the only part she could remember right now.
It wasn't long before she was swaying along with the music as she walked. She was really enjoying herself now and had forgotten all about the newsboys who were just a few paces behind her.
Now she was dancing, or as close to dancing as she could get, full out while singing the song that refused to leave her head. She pranced and swayed and sometimes even leaped. Her mind was oblivious to the happenings around her. She was in a world of her own.
More and more of the song was coming to her. After singing as much as she could remember, she started at the melody again, this time louder than before.
Race found this the perfect opportunity to let his Italian background do the talking.
"Will ya knock of that racket theah? Yore givin' me a splittin' headache!"
Lynnette didn't even miss a beat of her song. She just turned around, pranced right on up to Race and lightly smacked him on the cheek before starting to waltz with him.
Race was not one to waltz with someone who had just smacked him, even if it was a playful, light one, so Lynnette moved on to Spot.
He joined right in, having nothing better to do and they waltzed around and around. Lynnette sped up her singing until they were spinning around very quickly. After about ten spins at this new tempo the couple lost control and fell into a pile of empty boxes near the side of the road, laughing.
Race walked up to them.
"Well that was just loverly. Youse should really consider dancin' professionally," He helped Spot and Lynnette up, "I heah they love couples who fall down and can't keep a beat."
Lynnette was laughing much harder by now and saw fit to punch Race in the arm. He played right along and fell into the same boxes he had just pulled Spot and Lynnette out of, writhing in "pain".
"Oh didja see that Spot? We got ourselves a regulah boxah heah, eh?"
Spot and Lynnette were trying so hard to keep a strait face. When they found it was impossible, they turned and walked down the street very quickly, without Race.
"Hey youse guys! Where'ya goin' come back heah! Hey that ain't fair..."
Race got up and ran after his companions.
end chappie
Blink was the first one to think of something to do after he, Skittery, and Lacy left the restaurant.
"So youse wanna go ta the lodgin house? There'll prolly be somethin' there for us ta do."
Skittery nodded.
"Shoah."
Lacy agreed too and they were on their way.
Until Swifty ran up to them.
"Heya, um, can I stay wit youse guys for a while, everyone else left without me."
Blink laughed.
"Haha. Shoah Swifty." He pointed to Lacy.
"This heah's Lacy. We were plannin' on headin' to da lodgin' house."
Swifty nodded earnestly and agreed, "Dat's fine with me."
They managed to keep a conversation going the majority of their walk, mostly thanks to Blink and his seemingly endless supply of witty, entertaining stories.
They were almost to their destination when Blink had just finished telling one of his stories. Lacy was laughing happily.
"Ya know," Blink started, "I'm not always this funny. Sometimes I can get real serious."
Skittery shot him another one of his now infamous looks. Blink shook it off.
"It's true! There was dis one time dat all da guys were arguin' an I was remindin' the bummers they had woik ta but a course no one-"
Blink's story was stopped short. Skittery, who was walking next to Blink, stuck out his hand to stop the group.
"What is it-" Lacy started to ask when Skittery quieted her.
"Shh."
She whispered now.
"What is it, Skittery?"
"Someone's followin' us."
He looked around, first at his surroundings, trying to find whoever had been following the group. Next, he looked at the group themselves. Skittery thought they looked relatively unconcerned, considering their situation.
"Des ain't friends that's followin' us." Said Skittery, trying to convince the bunch of their danger.
"How do ya know?" Lacy asked.
"If they was friends," he explained, "They'd a shown themselves by now."
Lacy looked up questioningly at Swifty who just shrugged.
The group stood there quietly for about five seconds until Skittery waved the group forward, figuring he must just be hearing things, and continued towards the now visible lodging house.
"UGH"
The entire group whipped around to see Swifty, who was at the back, stumbling Forwards, into the group.
The source of his misbalance was a young man, who looked just about the same as any other newsie, if you didn't know the difference.
Blink and Skittery knew exactly who this was. But it was Blink who spoke.
"Stretch."
Lacy, who had been looking at Swifty's lip, that was now bleeding, lifted her head to see about five other newsies join the one called Stretch.
No one would question the sanity of whoever named Stretch. He was at least six foot six inches tall, maybe more. The newsies standing behind him didn't compete in height, but they looked threatening all the same.
Blink looked over at Swifty again, and began to mumble something, inaudible, angrily under his breath as he walked toward Stretch and his group. Skittery held him back, not wanting to make the first move in the fight that was now inevitable.
"Heya," sneered Stretch. "I got a little proposition for youse. Youse stand still while we's," He referred to his following, "Kick yore ass."
Skittery was having a bit of a problem restraining Blink. He was starting to think it wouldn't be so bad if he did let go, but he didn't have to worry about that decision much longer because Stretch and his boys had moved forward. They were nose to nose.
Stretch made the first move and the rest of his gang followed. They lurched forward at the Manhattan residents and started throwing punches and kicks.
Skittery had let go of Blink as soon as humanly possible.
Kid was now tearing apart a smaller one of Stretch's bunch. Another one of Stretch's soon joined his comrade against Blink.
Skittery looked around. Both Swifty and Lacy were, together, about to take on three of their enemies.
He was trying to gather as much of the action as he could, but Skittery's survey was cut short when Stretch dealt him a sharp blow to the stomach.
Skittery doubled over, but forced himself to recover quickly and blocked the next two punches thrown at him from Stretch.
Lacy and Swifty were watching the three strange newsies advance. They looked at each other for a split second and then back to their foes.
It was impossible to tell who in that small group stroke first, but both sides were definitely in it to the end. At first it seemed that Swifty and Lacy would be overtaken due to the advantage in numbers the other side had, but Lacy, being smaller, attacked the boys' stomach area, while Swifty kept their upper body, mostly their heads, busy.
As he was beginning to tire, Swifty noticed that one of the boys he had been fighting was also beginning to grow sluggish. This one had distinctly red hair. Swifty was lucky for such a noticeable feature, otherwise it would have been almost impossible to communicate to Lacy what he intended to do.
"Lacy! Red!"
Lacy looked up and saw the boy Swifty was referring to. She quickly positioned herself and hit him as hard as she possibly could in the jaw.
Red stumbled backwards, tripped on the curb and fell next to the street. Red's companions stopped to look at Red, while Swifty looked, stunned, at Lacy, who simply said.
"Shut it. Fight."
Swifty nodded quickly as the pair continued to fight out their battle.
Blink was not fairing as well. He was receiving countless blows to his stomach, but nevertheless, kicked as much as he could while half-holding his belly.
Even worse off than Blink was Skittery.
His experience in fighting was miniscule compared to Stretch's, and with Stretch's height advantage, you could say that this fight was over before it had begun.
It was Lacy's turn to look around now. Though it was brief, she caught what was happening around her. Blink was holding up, but barely. Stretch had Skittery practically knocked out on the floor, and Swifty's strength was running low.
Rather oddly, Lacy felt her body lean away from her own fight, as if it wanted to help Skittery. She would have in any other situation. Obviously it was not a fair match, and anyone who was up against Stretch, she felt, could use an extra hand. But there was no way Lacy could help Skittery, or even Blink for that matter, she was much too preoccupied in staying conscious herself (though she half wondered if whoever she was fighting was not taking it a bit easy on her. Either way, she wasn't complaining).
Then, as soon as Blink had just about convinced himself his life was over, as if by some miracle, the fighting stopped. Stretch stood back, and quit his attack, as Skittery, grateful for the break, slumped over, and fell hands and knees onto the street.
Stretch whistled. The rest of his gang stopped, and then, before Lacy could look up, they were gone. She would have paused to wonder at what had just happened, had not Skittery been only two feet away from her, bloodied and bruised. She went over to him.
Swifty, on the other hand, had taken the time to be amazed at recent occurrences, as Blink stood up from his half-bent position.
Kid's mind was working quickly. Who was the least injured?
"Swifty."
Swifty looked over to Blink who continued,
"Run. Find Jack an' tell 'im what happened heah. Tell 'im ta meet us there at the lodgin' house."
Swifty set off at a dead sprint.
Blink turned his attentions to Skittery.
"We have ta get him inside."
"Are you sure Swifty will get ta Jack?" inquired Lacy.
Blink just smiled, though out of breath. "They don't call 'im Swifty fir nothin' ya know."
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woo! End of a longish......chapter!
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Shout outs~
Lady of the Wingnuts: thanks! As far as lynnette and spot go.....im not gonna say anything *shrugs innocently * you shall just have to read and see;)
Brownie: um, brownie, dear, we have history SECOND hour. *sigh * where has your brain gone to...and its funny that you mention how much movies rule our lives (cus they soo do!) cus I was just havin this conversation w/ brooke (my dancer/ clara buddy) Me: (referin to the 4 weeks I will be spendin in NC dancin my arse off!) If I have no way to watch movies for 4 weeks I think I might die. Brooke: really? Me: no joke Brooke: how can you be so obsessed with movies! --omg! How can you not be!! They are just the most awesomest things in the world!! And they definitely rule my life. And...ugh I cant even say.. speakin of movies (when r we not??) I have developed a new talent... I have been studyin who is in what movie... and in doing so I have learned enough to relate almost any movie to newsies! Try me. I swear im really good at this. (but not if its to old cus then dur, all the people in it would be like..dead...but I CAN do it with fred astaire [who's fred astaire?? Omg- do u remember that??] cus im a genius like that... so I think this shout out may have turned into more of an A/N ah well. So yeah...luv u so bad!!
Continuation of a/n that was started somewhat in the shoutouts: if your shoutout from last chapter had some thin like this "("in it, that's only cus my pc is ga----er stupid.....i meant to say ;)
O and I need a new word to say instead of gay and retarted..cus those are not politically correct.. and stupid is stupid........and silly is , well, silly.....so yeah...any suggestions??
And EVERYONE should go read AND review sgtpeppersgirl's stories...especially 'Jack' cus "it's a bleedin masterpiece!"
Hmmmm isnt there a story im supposed to be tellin? O yeah...here it is...
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"So," started Abby, "what're youse two plannin' on doin' before the conference or whatever the hell youse call it."
"Umm I don't know,"
"Well, are you done sellin yore papers?" She asked.
The two nodded.
"Then can I hang out with you? I'm done with my work heah."
Robert was not planning on leading his baby sister around all day, but for once, he couldn't think of an excuse.
He looked to Mush for help.
Mush shrugged.
"I got no problem wit it"
Robert's mind was completely blank.
It was his turn to shrug his shoulders, after throwing Mush a threatening look.
"What?"
Mush didn't get it.
The three, Abby, Rob, and Mush headed out into the street.
"We could go to Medda's," Rob offered.
Abby was not too keen on that idea.
"Yeah and watch a fifty year old hag flaunt herself to boys less than a third her age? I don't think so."
Rob looked to Mush as if to say see what you got us into? But Mush just shrugged again
"Oh I know," Abby piped up, "We could go to Central Park! It's pretty far away; by the time we got there, it'd be almost time for that thing a' yores."
Mush shrugged approvingly.
"Mush willya stop with the fuckin' shruggin'!"
Rob was completely beside himself, With all of the interruptions and shrugging, Rob had been annoyed by Mush one too many times today. He figured it would be better to just separate himself from the problem than to yell at Mush for a solid ten minutes.
So Rob turned away and started to walk to Central Park. He made sure to walk much faster than Abby and Mush, to cool down.
Abby was just as surprised by her brother's outburst as Mush was. "Sorry 'bout my brother Mush, he just sometimes can't control-"
For the first time, Mush realized there was no need to be embarrassed. He really noticed how nicely Abby's short brown hair rested behind her ears, how she half smiled whenever she said anything, how-
Slow down Mush, yore getting' ahead of yoreself heah. This is Rob's baby sistah, what're ya doin'!
Mush stopped walking for a minute.
Hey, I don't see no baby so just back off! Screw Rob, I'll do what I want.
He started walking with Abby again.
"Naw, that's ok Abby, I mean it's prolly better this way. I've been wantin' to uh, talk to youse for a while now..."
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It wasn't ten seconds until Rob heard his sister giggle. He shot his head back to see Mush smiling too.
He took a deep breath.
Stay calm Robby, just stay calm, he ain't doin' nothin' yet.
Rob waited about five more minutes until he looked back at his companions.
To his horror they were now holding hands!
Rob had to work very hard to stop himself from telling Mush off right then and there.
Later, Robby, wait until yore by yoreselves, then you can rip him apaht.
Robby smiled at this prospect and continued to walk to Central Park.
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Lynnette walked slightly ahead of Spot and Race
She was beginning to get bored. Her mind had been wondering ever since the boys' conversation had changed topics.
The melody from a ballet she had seen last week found its way into her mind. It was from Swan Lake.
She remembered how the dancers had performed the story flawlessly.
Out of all the outings Lynnette was forced to attend, the ballet was her favorite, the grace and beauty of the dancers would stay in her mind days after she left the theatre.
As the melody began to swell in her mind, she sang it aloud without realizing it. Well, it was more like she hummed it. Singing was not one of Lynnette's strong points.
She repeated the melody over and over again; it was the only part she could remember right now.
It wasn't long before she was swaying along with the music as she walked. She was really enjoying herself now and had forgotten all about the newsboys who were just a few paces behind her.
Now she was dancing, or as close to dancing as she could get, full out while singing the song that refused to leave her head. She pranced and swayed and sometimes even leaped. Her mind was oblivious to the happenings around her. She was in a world of her own.
More and more of the song was coming to her. After singing as much as she could remember, she started at the melody again, this time louder than before.
Race found this the perfect opportunity to let his Italian background do the talking.
"Will ya knock of that racket theah? Yore givin' me a splittin' headache!"
Lynnette didn't even miss a beat of her song. She just turned around, pranced right on up to Race and lightly smacked him on the cheek before starting to waltz with him.
Race was not one to waltz with someone who had just smacked him, even if it was a playful, light one, so Lynnette moved on to Spot.
He joined right in, having nothing better to do and they waltzed around and around. Lynnette sped up her singing until they were spinning around very quickly. After about ten spins at this new tempo the couple lost control and fell into a pile of empty boxes near the side of the road, laughing.
Race walked up to them.
"Well that was just loverly. Youse should really consider dancin' professionally," He helped Spot and Lynnette up, "I heah they love couples who fall down and can't keep a beat."
Lynnette was laughing much harder by now and saw fit to punch Race in the arm. He played right along and fell into the same boxes he had just pulled Spot and Lynnette out of, writhing in "pain".
"Oh didja see that Spot? We got ourselves a regulah boxah heah, eh?"
Spot and Lynnette were trying so hard to keep a strait face. When they found it was impossible, they turned and walked down the street very quickly, without Race.
"Hey youse guys! Where'ya goin' come back heah! Hey that ain't fair..."
Race got up and ran after his companions.
end chappie
Blink was the first one to think of something to do after he, Skittery, and Lacy left the restaurant.
"So youse wanna go ta the lodgin house? There'll prolly be somethin' there for us ta do."
Skittery nodded.
"Shoah."
Lacy agreed too and they were on their way.
Until Swifty ran up to them.
"Heya, um, can I stay wit youse guys for a while, everyone else left without me."
Blink laughed.
"Haha. Shoah Swifty." He pointed to Lacy.
"This heah's Lacy. We were plannin' on headin' to da lodgin' house."
Swifty nodded earnestly and agreed, "Dat's fine with me."
They managed to keep a conversation going the majority of their walk, mostly thanks to Blink and his seemingly endless supply of witty, entertaining stories.
They were almost to their destination when Blink had just finished telling one of his stories. Lacy was laughing happily.
"Ya know," Blink started, "I'm not always this funny. Sometimes I can get real serious."
Skittery shot him another one of his now infamous looks. Blink shook it off.
"It's true! There was dis one time dat all da guys were arguin' an I was remindin' the bummers they had woik ta but a course no one-"
Blink's story was stopped short. Skittery, who was walking next to Blink, stuck out his hand to stop the group.
"What is it-" Lacy started to ask when Skittery quieted her.
"Shh."
She whispered now.
"What is it, Skittery?"
"Someone's followin' us."
He looked around, first at his surroundings, trying to find whoever had been following the group. Next, he looked at the group themselves. Skittery thought they looked relatively unconcerned, considering their situation.
"Des ain't friends that's followin' us." Said Skittery, trying to convince the bunch of their danger.
"How do ya know?" Lacy asked.
"If they was friends," he explained, "They'd a shown themselves by now."
Lacy looked up questioningly at Swifty who just shrugged.
The group stood there quietly for about five seconds until Skittery waved the group forward, figuring he must just be hearing things, and continued towards the now visible lodging house.
"UGH"
The entire group whipped around to see Swifty, who was at the back, stumbling Forwards, into the group.
The source of his misbalance was a young man, who looked just about the same as any other newsie, if you didn't know the difference.
Blink and Skittery knew exactly who this was. But it was Blink who spoke.
"Stretch."
Lacy, who had been looking at Swifty's lip, that was now bleeding, lifted her head to see about five other newsies join the one called Stretch.
No one would question the sanity of whoever named Stretch. He was at least six foot six inches tall, maybe more. The newsies standing behind him didn't compete in height, but they looked threatening all the same.
Blink looked over at Swifty again, and began to mumble something, inaudible, angrily under his breath as he walked toward Stretch and his group. Skittery held him back, not wanting to make the first move in the fight that was now inevitable.
"Heya," sneered Stretch. "I got a little proposition for youse. Youse stand still while we's," He referred to his following, "Kick yore ass."
Skittery was having a bit of a problem restraining Blink. He was starting to think it wouldn't be so bad if he did let go, but he didn't have to worry about that decision much longer because Stretch and his boys had moved forward. They were nose to nose.
Stretch made the first move and the rest of his gang followed. They lurched forward at the Manhattan residents and started throwing punches and kicks.
Skittery had let go of Blink as soon as humanly possible.
Kid was now tearing apart a smaller one of Stretch's bunch. Another one of Stretch's soon joined his comrade against Blink.
Skittery looked around. Both Swifty and Lacy were, together, about to take on three of their enemies.
He was trying to gather as much of the action as he could, but Skittery's survey was cut short when Stretch dealt him a sharp blow to the stomach.
Skittery doubled over, but forced himself to recover quickly and blocked the next two punches thrown at him from Stretch.
Lacy and Swifty were watching the three strange newsies advance. They looked at each other for a split second and then back to their foes.
It was impossible to tell who in that small group stroke first, but both sides were definitely in it to the end. At first it seemed that Swifty and Lacy would be overtaken due to the advantage in numbers the other side had, but Lacy, being smaller, attacked the boys' stomach area, while Swifty kept their upper body, mostly their heads, busy.
As he was beginning to tire, Swifty noticed that one of the boys he had been fighting was also beginning to grow sluggish. This one had distinctly red hair. Swifty was lucky for such a noticeable feature, otherwise it would have been almost impossible to communicate to Lacy what he intended to do.
"Lacy! Red!"
Lacy looked up and saw the boy Swifty was referring to. She quickly positioned herself and hit him as hard as she possibly could in the jaw.
Red stumbled backwards, tripped on the curb and fell next to the street. Red's companions stopped to look at Red, while Swifty looked, stunned, at Lacy, who simply said.
"Shut it. Fight."
Swifty nodded quickly as the pair continued to fight out their battle.
Blink was not fairing as well. He was receiving countless blows to his stomach, but nevertheless, kicked as much as he could while half-holding his belly.
Even worse off than Blink was Skittery.
His experience in fighting was miniscule compared to Stretch's, and with Stretch's height advantage, you could say that this fight was over before it had begun.
It was Lacy's turn to look around now. Though it was brief, she caught what was happening around her. Blink was holding up, but barely. Stretch had Skittery practically knocked out on the floor, and Swifty's strength was running low.
Rather oddly, Lacy felt her body lean away from her own fight, as if it wanted to help Skittery. She would have in any other situation. Obviously it was not a fair match, and anyone who was up against Stretch, she felt, could use an extra hand. But there was no way Lacy could help Skittery, or even Blink for that matter, she was much too preoccupied in staying conscious herself (though she half wondered if whoever she was fighting was not taking it a bit easy on her. Either way, she wasn't complaining).
Then, as soon as Blink had just about convinced himself his life was over, as if by some miracle, the fighting stopped. Stretch stood back, and quit his attack, as Skittery, grateful for the break, slumped over, and fell hands and knees onto the street.
Stretch whistled. The rest of his gang stopped, and then, before Lacy could look up, they were gone. She would have paused to wonder at what had just happened, had not Skittery been only two feet away from her, bloodied and bruised. She went over to him.
Swifty, on the other hand, had taken the time to be amazed at recent occurrences, as Blink stood up from his half-bent position.
Kid's mind was working quickly. Who was the least injured?
"Swifty."
Swifty looked over to Blink who continued,
"Run. Find Jack an' tell 'im what happened heah. Tell 'im ta meet us there at the lodgin' house."
Swifty set off at a dead sprint.
Blink turned his attentions to Skittery.
"We have ta get him inside."
"Are you sure Swifty will get ta Jack?" inquired Lacy.
Blink just smiled, though out of breath. "They don't call 'im Swifty fir nothin' ya know."
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woo! End of a longish......chapter!
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