Disclaimer: I don't own the boy New York newsies, Disney does. The girl New
York newsies belong to themselves, which means Fantasy would belong to me,
along with all the Chicago newsies, Mr. Brooks, and Sarah. And the other
random people that are just thrown in.
James Bryant, Rave's father, was striding around his office. His two most trusted partners-in-crime were in there with them, one sitting on the grimy arm chair, the other leaning against the once white wall.
"What should we do, Sir?" the man on the chair asked.
"We get her and torture her, that's what!" the other man said, eerily calm.
"But why would we torture her? She hasn't done anything wrong..." the man in the chair said again.
"She ran away from home. For all we know, she could have found out about the gang, and gone to tell the police on us."
"But she didn't. Just let her go."
"But she knows about us now. You think she won't go running for help the second she gets out of here?"
"Yes, but torturing her?"
"Shut up! The both of you!" James cried out. "I'm trying to think!"
"We're only trying to help, Sir." The man on the chair said, moving back into the chair slightly.
"Well, I don't need your help. I have an idea." James said.
"Go on, then." The other man said.
"Be quiet, John. How many times-" James began.
"Alright, I'm shutting up." John grabbed the rickety chair from the corner and sat down on it.
"We don't torture my daughter," At this point he stopped and spit onto the grimy floor, as if the word was poisonous, "but one of her friends."
"One of her friends? Are you kidding?" John asked, laughing slightly. "What'll that do to her?"
"John! I told you to be quiet!" James shouted. "Let me finish! As I was saying, we'll take one of her friends, torture that person. And we'll make her watch it."
"That would hurt her mentally- she probably already blames herself for her friends being here." The man on the chair said.
"See, Tom here understands what I'm talking about. You could learn a few things from him, John."
"Fine, we torture one of her friends. But which one?" John asked.
James paused to think. "The girl, that way you can have a little fun with her, John."
John grinned. "I like that idea."
"Alright, then. Let's get them." James said, leading the way out of the room and down the hall.
Skittery, being the last through the door, closed it quietly.
"Dere's two of 'em." Jack whispered, pointing ahead. The six of them stared ahead, and saw two rather large guys guarding what had to be the door Sarah had been talking about. The crept quietly down the hallway, and were really surprised when neither of them looked their way until they were about hallway down the hall. The one closest to them let out a little grunt, and the other turned their way, too, letting out a similar noise.
Spot ran towards them, and the others followed.
Inside the room, Sarah, Brogue, Sky, Fantasy, and Rave could hear the commotion outside in the hallway. "That's them." Sarah whispered.
"Should we go help?" Sky asked.
Sarah shook her head. "No, if we leave too soon, they'll call the rest of the guards on us. We won't have enough time to get away then."
Just then, however, the door opened and Racetrack stuck his head inside. "Come on, let's get outta here."
Fantasy and Rave jumped up, and a second later, the others followed suite. They walked over to the door, and as they did so, for the first time, the people in the room stared at them.
"Come on, go faster." Sarah hissed at them.
They reached the door and yanked it open, but they stopped dead when they heard a voice behind them.
"Where do you think you're going?" James asked.
"RUN!" Sarah shouted at the same time that James shouted, "GET THEM!"
The five of them started to open the doors, but a second later, the people who had been lounging around them were up on their feet and blocking them.
"Come on, Emily, let us go!" Sarah said to one of the girls.
"No way. I ain't gettin' in trouble for you." She said.
Sarah groaned and turned around, just to see everyone else up on their feet, ready to do anything James told them to.
The newsies could hear the door rattling, and knew that their friends were trying to open it. And even though it was a little muffled, they could hear their voices.
Out in the hall, they were doing everything they could to open the doors, but it wasn't working.
"We need more help." Racetrack said, leaning against the door.
"Da newsies!" Skittery cried, and he ran back down the hall and opened the door to the outside. "We need your help, dey're locked in the room!"
They all looked at each other at first, not understanding what Skittery meant, but as it sank it, they all rushed inside to help their friends.
"We gotta get the door open." Skittery explained as he ran back down the hall. "Dere's a few people blockin' it, but with everyone pushin'..."
The newsies, the Chicago ones and New York ones all mixed, all nodded, and Specs, Mush, Curly, Action, and Claddagh went to help push the doors open, and miraculously, they did.
Everyone in the room stared as the newsies came gushing in, and the ones around the door moved back, a little afraid of them.
"Fantasy, Rave!" Jack shouted. "You alright?" The two girls nodded, and Jack smiled at them. "Listen, about last night-"
"Not now. We need to get out." Sarah said. "While they're distracted..."
They looked around and saw that the newsies had begun to fight with James' men and women. Brogue laughed as he saw his sister knock out the Emily girl that had blocked their way before.
They walked through the crowd of people, but they could hear James shouting, and as they looked back, they saw him pull out a gun.
"STOP!!!" he shouted at everyone. "STOP!!!!" He pointed his gun in his daughter's direction, and she stopped dead, as did Fantasy, Brogue, and Sky. "Now," he said, walking through the crowd, "we shall get on with my plan."
The newsies, who had stopped fighting when he shouted, shrunk back together, and they formed a kind of half circle around the door, with Fantasy, Rave, Brogue, Sky, and Sarah in the middle.
"Move." He said simply, but none of them did. "I said, MOVE!" He brandished his gun in the air, and then pointed it at Mush, who was standing at the front. "Or I'll shoot."
"Move, Mush!" Rave shouted from the middle, and she started pushing herself through the crowd of newsies. "Just move!" But Sky pulled her back.
"Stay here." He whispered to her.
James smiled coolly as he saw the newsies move out of his way. "That's what I thought." He began to push his way through them, too, and when he reached the middle, he grinned at them. "Ah, you thought you could run, did you?"
"Look, you can do whatevah ya want ta me, just don't hurt my friends." Rave said.
"Dear, dear, dear. Why would I do that?" he asked, clucking his tongue. "I want to hurt you, and the best way to do that it to hurt your friend."
Rave's temper flared. "Don't ya dare hurt any of me friends!"
James laughed. "You can't stop me. I'll do what I want. Now, this, I believe, is the girl who came here with you, is it not?" He pointed his gun at Fantasy, and she shivered.
"No. No, dat ain't her." Rave said desperately.
James laughed again. "I'll take that as a yes." He went to grab her, but Brogue stepped in front of her.
"Don't ye tough her."
"Brogue!" Claddagh said. "Brogue, just move, will ye?"
"No! I'll not be lettin' him hurt me friend, Claddagh." Brogue said calmly.
"Brogue, please!" Claddagh cried. "She's not your friend! She's from New York!"
"Do ye understand yet?! We can't go blamin' them for our troubles! They were stickin' up for their selves, they didn't mean for this to happen. We should be followin' them, stickin' up for ourselves! We haven't even tried to talk to the mayor, all we did was complain about what he was doin' to us!"
Claddagh was shocked. "Brogue-"
"That's enough. Are you moving or not?" James asked Brogue, raising his gun again.
"No." Brogue said defiantly.
James started to pull the trigger, then felt someone push him from behind as he pushed it down all the way and let go. He flew to the floor from the force of the push, and the gun flew out of his hand. Curly ran forward and picked it up off the ground, pointing it at James.
Racetrack stood behind James, being the one who had pushed him. He looked over at Fantasy, and saw that Brogue was on the ground, Fantasy leaning down next to him. "Brogue!" he shouted, jumping over James and leaning down next to Fantasy.
Claddagh, too, rushed forward and bent down next to them, tears falling from her eyes, which never happened.
"Brogue..." she whispered.
"It's alright." Fantasy said to Claddagh. "Da bullet only went into his leg. He should be ok."
"Are ye sure?" Claddagh asked. She looked at his leg, and saw blood seeping through a hole in his pants.
Brogue groaned. "I'm- I'm alright." He panted.
"Let me look at it."
Claddagh looked up and saw Doc's face staring down at her. She moved over to make room for the other newsie.
He ripped Brogue's pants open and looked at it. "I don't think the bullet went that deep..."
"I'll kill you!" James shouted, pushing himself up. He had gotten the wind knocked out of him when he had landed, but he was better now.
"Oh, no you don't!" Curly shouted, keeping the gun aimed at him.
"You don't know how to use that, you silly boy!" James shouted, laughing. "Now give it to me, and I won't hurt you."
"Yeah, well, I know how to use it." Sarah said, reaching for the gun.
"No. Snap, I know how to use it." Curly said. "Used to live on a farm. Dad took me hunting and everything." He grinned as he saw fear in James' eyes.
"Well, I can still get my gang to beat you up." James said.
"No, actually, you can't." Everyone stopped what they were doing again, and looked over at the far wall, where the door was open and yet another group of people were standing, waiting. The man in front was the one talking. "You and all your gang are under arrest."
The New York newsies were all confused. That voice sounded so familiar...
"Mr. Brooks?!" Boots cried out.
Mr. Brooks nodded at him. "Yes, that's me. I'm the Chief of Police."
"No way!" Spot shouted. "You're lyin'."
"No, afraid I'm not." He nodded to the men behind him, and they moved forward and began to hand cuff everyone. He alone came through the crowd of newsies and joined the group in the middle. "You- you're getting a life sentence, if not a death sentence."
James spat at him. "Just try." He started to move towards the door, but Curly stepped forward.
"Not so fast." He said, his hand steady.
Three of the policemen grabbed James roughly and hand cuffed him. They pushed him towards the rest of his captured gang, but he shouted back at them all. "I'll get you! I swear I will!! You can't hide from me! You'll see!!" But then they put a gag in his mouth, and the rest of his words were cut off.
Mr. Brooks turned his attention to Brogue, who was still bleeding. "It looked like your friend needs help. Come on, we'll get him to the hospital."
"But- we can't afford that!" Claddagh said.
"Don't worry about it. We've been trying to track down this gang for years, and now, with your help, we were able to. The least we can do is help your friend here."
Claddagh smiled. "Well, thanks."
"Mr. Brooks?" Jack said. He turned around and looked at him, too. "We have a friend at da hotel... she was beat up-"
"We'll get her to the hospital, too." Mr. Brooks said. "Now, come on."
I don't care if that's cheesy, makin' Mr. Brooks be the police-man. I thought it was fun!! Hehe. Poor Brogue! He's hurt!! But he's getting help!! YAY!! I hope you all paid attention to that little speech he gave before he got shot- it's important to the whole story. Hope you enjoyed it, and have a great day!!!!!!
James Bryant, Rave's father, was striding around his office. His two most trusted partners-in-crime were in there with them, one sitting on the grimy arm chair, the other leaning against the once white wall.
"What should we do, Sir?" the man on the chair asked.
"We get her and torture her, that's what!" the other man said, eerily calm.
"But why would we torture her? She hasn't done anything wrong..." the man in the chair said again.
"She ran away from home. For all we know, she could have found out about the gang, and gone to tell the police on us."
"But she didn't. Just let her go."
"But she knows about us now. You think she won't go running for help the second she gets out of here?"
"Yes, but torturing her?"
"Shut up! The both of you!" James cried out. "I'm trying to think!"
"We're only trying to help, Sir." The man on the chair said, moving back into the chair slightly.
"Well, I don't need your help. I have an idea." James said.
"Go on, then." The other man said.
"Be quiet, John. How many times-" James began.
"Alright, I'm shutting up." John grabbed the rickety chair from the corner and sat down on it.
"We don't torture my daughter," At this point he stopped and spit onto the grimy floor, as if the word was poisonous, "but one of her friends."
"One of her friends? Are you kidding?" John asked, laughing slightly. "What'll that do to her?"
"John! I told you to be quiet!" James shouted. "Let me finish! As I was saying, we'll take one of her friends, torture that person. And we'll make her watch it."
"That would hurt her mentally- she probably already blames herself for her friends being here." The man on the chair said.
"See, Tom here understands what I'm talking about. You could learn a few things from him, John."
"Fine, we torture one of her friends. But which one?" John asked.
James paused to think. "The girl, that way you can have a little fun with her, John."
John grinned. "I like that idea."
"Alright, then. Let's get them." James said, leading the way out of the room and down the hall.
Skittery, being the last through the door, closed it quietly.
"Dere's two of 'em." Jack whispered, pointing ahead. The six of them stared ahead, and saw two rather large guys guarding what had to be the door Sarah had been talking about. The crept quietly down the hallway, and were really surprised when neither of them looked their way until they were about hallway down the hall. The one closest to them let out a little grunt, and the other turned their way, too, letting out a similar noise.
Spot ran towards them, and the others followed.
Inside the room, Sarah, Brogue, Sky, Fantasy, and Rave could hear the commotion outside in the hallway. "That's them." Sarah whispered.
"Should we go help?" Sky asked.
Sarah shook her head. "No, if we leave too soon, they'll call the rest of the guards on us. We won't have enough time to get away then."
Just then, however, the door opened and Racetrack stuck his head inside. "Come on, let's get outta here."
Fantasy and Rave jumped up, and a second later, the others followed suite. They walked over to the door, and as they did so, for the first time, the people in the room stared at them.
"Come on, go faster." Sarah hissed at them.
They reached the door and yanked it open, but they stopped dead when they heard a voice behind them.
"Where do you think you're going?" James asked.
"RUN!" Sarah shouted at the same time that James shouted, "GET THEM!"
The five of them started to open the doors, but a second later, the people who had been lounging around them were up on their feet and blocking them.
"Come on, Emily, let us go!" Sarah said to one of the girls.
"No way. I ain't gettin' in trouble for you." She said.
Sarah groaned and turned around, just to see everyone else up on their feet, ready to do anything James told them to.
The newsies could hear the door rattling, and knew that their friends were trying to open it. And even though it was a little muffled, they could hear their voices.
Out in the hall, they were doing everything they could to open the doors, but it wasn't working.
"We need more help." Racetrack said, leaning against the door.
"Da newsies!" Skittery cried, and he ran back down the hall and opened the door to the outside. "We need your help, dey're locked in the room!"
They all looked at each other at first, not understanding what Skittery meant, but as it sank it, they all rushed inside to help their friends.
"We gotta get the door open." Skittery explained as he ran back down the hall. "Dere's a few people blockin' it, but with everyone pushin'..."
The newsies, the Chicago ones and New York ones all mixed, all nodded, and Specs, Mush, Curly, Action, and Claddagh went to help push the doors open, and miraculously, they did.
Everyone in the room stared as the newsies came gushing in, and the ones around the door moved back, a little afraid of them.
"Fantasy, Rave!" Jack shouted. "You alright?" The two girls nodded, and Jack smiled at them. "Listen, about last night-"
"Not now. We need to get out." Sarah said. "While they're distracted..."
They looked around and saw that the newsies had begun to fight with James' men and women. Brogue laughed as he saw his sister knock out the Emily girl that had blocked their way before.
They walked through the crowd of people, but they could hear James shouting, and as they looked back, they saw him pull out a gun.
"STOP!!!" he shouted at everyone. "STOP!!!!" He pointed his gun in his daughter's direction, and she stopped dead, as did Fantasy, Brogue, and Sky. "Now," he said, walking through the crowd, "we shall get on with my plan."
The newsies, who had stopped fighting when he shouted, shrunk back together, and they formed a kind of half circle around the door, with Fantasy, Rave, Brogue, Sky, and Sarah in the middle.
"Move." He said simply, but none of them did. "I said, MOVE!" He brandished his gun in the air, and then pointed it at Mush, who was standing at the front. "Or I'll shoot."
"Move, Mush!" Rave shouted from the middle, and she started pushing herself through the crowd of newsies. "Just move!" But Sky pulled her back.
"Stay here." He whispered to her.
James smiled coolly as he saw the newsies move out of his way. "That's what I thought." He began to push his way through them, too, and when he reached the middle, he grinned at them. "Ah, you thought you could run, did you?"
"Look, you can do whatevah ya want ta me, just don't hurt my friends." Rave said.
"Dear, dear, dear. Why would I do that?" he asked, clucking his tongue. "I want to hurt you, and the best way to do that it to hurt your friend."
Rave's temper flared. "Don't ya dare hurt any of me friends!"
James laughed. "You can't stop me. I'll do what I want. Now, this, I believe, is the girl who came here with you, is it not?" He pointed his gun at Fantasy, and she shivered.
"No. No, dat ain't her." Rave said desperately.
James laughed again. "I'll take that as a yes." He went to grab her, but Brogue stepped in front of her.
"Don't ye tough her."
"Brogue!" Claddagh said. "Brogue, just move, will ye?"
"No! I'll not be lettin' him hurt me friend, Claddagh." Brogue said calmly.
"Brogue, please!" Claddagh cried. "She's not your friend! She's from New York!"
"Do ye understand yet?! We can't go blamin' them for our troubles! They were stickin' up for their selves, they didn't mean for this to happen. We should be followin' them, stickin' up for ourselves! We haven't even tried to talk to the mayor, all we did was complain about what he was doin' to us!"
Claddagh was shocked. "Brogue-"
"That's enough. Are you moving or not?" James asked Brogue, raising his gun again.
"No." Brogue said defiantly.
James started to pull the trigger, then felt someone push him from behind as he pushed it down all the way and let go. He flew to the floor from the force of the push, and the gun flew out of his hand. Curly ran forward and picked it up off the ground, pointing it at James.
Racetrack stood behind James, being the one who had pushed him. He looked over at Fantasy, and saw that Brogue was on the ground, Fantasy leaning down next to him. "Brogue!" he shouted, jumping over James and leaning down next to Fantasy.
Claddagh, too, rushed forward and bent down next to them, tears falling from her eyes, which never happened.
"Brogue..." she whispered.
"It's alright." Fantasy said to Claddagh. "Da bullet only went into his leg. He should be ok."
"Are ye sure?" Claddagh asked. She looked at his leg, and saw blood seeping through a hole in his pants.
Brogue groaned. "I'm- I'm alright." He panted.
"Let me look at it."
Claddagh looked up and saw Doc's face staring down at her. She moved over to make room for the other newsie.
He ripped Brogue's pants open and looked at it. "I don't think the bullet went that deep..."
"I'll kill you!" James shouted, pushing himself up. He had gotten the wind knocked out of him when he had landed, but he was better now.
"Oh, no you don't!" Curly shouted, keeping the gun aimed at him.
"You don't know how to use that, you silly boy!" James shouted, laughing. "Now give it to me, and I won't hurt you."
"Yeah, well, I know how to use it." Sarah said, reaching for the gun.
"No. Snap, I know how to use it." Curly said. "Used to live on a farm. Dad took me hunting and everything." He grinned as he saw fear in James' eyes.
"Well, I can still get my gang to beat you up." James said.
"No, actually, you can't." Everyone stopped what they were doing again, and looked over at the far wall, where the door was open and yet another group of people were standing, waiting. The man in front was the one talking. "You and all your gang are under arrest."
The New York newsies were all confused. That voice sounded so familiar...
"Mr. Brooks?!" Boots cried out.
Mr. Brooks nodded at him. "Yes, that's me. I'm the Chief of Police."
"No way!" Spot shouted. "You're lyin'."
"No, afraid I'm not." He nodded to the men behind him, and they moved forward and began to hand cuff everyone. He alone came through the crowd of newsies and joined the group in the middle. "You- you're getting a life sentence, if not a death sentence."
James spat at him. "Just try." He started to move towards the door, but Curly stepped forward.
"Not so fast." He said, his hand steady.
Three of the policemen grabbed James roughly and hand cuffed him. They pushed him towards the rest of his captured gang, but he shouted back at them all. "I'll get you! I swear I will!! You can't hide from me! You'll see!!" But then they put a gag in his mouth, and the rest of his words were cut off.
Mr. Brooks turned his attention to Brogue, who was still bleeding. "It looked like your friend needs help. Come on, we'll get him to the hospital."
"But- we can't afford that!" Claddagh said.
"Don't worry about it. We've been trying to track down this gang for years, and now, with your help, we were able to. The least we can do is help your friend here."
Claddagh smiled. "Well, thanks."
"Mr. Brooks?" Jack said. He turned around and looked at him, too. "We have a friend at da hotel... she was beat up-"
"We'll get her to the hospital, too." Mr. Brooks said. "Now, come on."
I don't care if that's cheesy, makin' Mr. Brooks be the police-man. I thought it was fun!! Hehe. Poor Brogue! He's hurt!! But he's getting help!! YAY!! I hope you all paid attention to that little speech he gave before he got shot- it's important to the whole story. Hope you enjoyed it, and have a great day!!!!!!