"WHAT!?!?" screamed Randy, her knees buckling from under her. "He could
be hurt, or in danger, or-or dead!" her hands raked through her hair, and
then she suddenly looked up at Race with an icy glare. "Racetrack Higgins,
if you are lying to me I'll make you regret the day you were born."
"Randy, it's true. The news is all over New York." said Race, kneeling down next to Randy comfortingly.
"B-but where is he? I mean, there's gotta be some clue as to where he's gone!" her voice shook with pain, her face contorted in worry.
"Well," Race looked as though the next words were the hardest he ever had to say, "He had kind of been careless ever since the day you broke it off, wondering around, not really knowing where he was going. And, some kid, I think his name was Twink, saw him wondering into Queens a few days ago. No one's seen him since."
"The kid's gotta be lying! He probably just went out to get sex! He'll be back!" she said, tears threatening to fall over lake of misery, swimming in her eyes.
"Randy, you know what the leader of Queens is like. If he's there, well, he better hope to get out soon, because Venom'll get him before he has a chance to get away." he said, referring to the feared leader of Queens. Not like how people feared Spot, either. People more gave Spot the kind of fear that was more respect, and the knowledge to keep that respect because they knew he could get him. People feared Venom like they feared death. Something that was always there, just waiting to sweep around and catch you in it's grasp.
"Isn't there Brooklyn boys looking for him in Queens!? How stupid can they get!?" she asked, bewildered.
"Of course there is, they just can't find him." Race was trying to calm her down, but her heart beat was quickening and she was beginning to break out in a cold sweat.
Randy leapt up and raced down the stairs, Race running quickly behind her. "Where do you think you're going!?" he yelled as he ran.
"To Queens, where else!?" she called back, running out the door.
Race stopped. "Oh." Then he thought a minute, "Wait! No! That's bad! Randy! Stop, no, if they couldn't find him how will you!? You'll die! Randy!"
He grabbed his coat and ran out the door to find Jack and the others. If they were going into Queens, they weren't going to do it stupidly. If only he could say the same for Randy.
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Randy moved swiftly, not knowing where the heck she was going. Soon she had made her way to the Brooklyn lodging house, the usual merry air of the place was gone, being replaced by sadness and anxiety. She ran inside the door of the lodging house, and all of the faces of the boys looked up.
Judging by many of the faces staring at her, she figured she was not welcome. Mudd approached her warily. "What do you want?" he said gruffly.
"I need you to tell me how to get to Queens." she replied, biting her lip nervously.
"Why should we tell you?" asked Booker, a young Brooklyn newsies. One of the other boys quickly quieted him.
"Look, I don't know why you are mad at me-"
"That's Bull!" interrupted Spiral, a boy about Spot's age with curly brown hair. "It's your fault Spot's gone missing! If you hadn't broken up with him he never would have gone into Queens! You're a heartless ingrate; Spot was too good for you!"
Randy's whole body stiffened, her teeth gritted together and pushed down so that the tension swelled throughout her jaw, her eyes glazed over and showed no emotion whatsoever. "You all are just wasting my time. I'm going to find Spot, or die trying."
She ran out of the room and towards a way she was pretty sure was Queens relentlessly, her muscles pushing against all forms of gravity to slow down or rest.
Then, she was there. She didn't have to know she was in Queens, she could feel it. The putrid stench of death hung in the air. The people walking around seemed bigger, more formidable, their expressions set in a snarling grimace. She moved quickly, slipping between people and always watching her back. People stared at her with looks of threat, raising their eyebrows in an almost challenging way towards her. She kept feeling as though someone were following her, but when she would turn around no one would be found coming in her direction.
She was so lost, what was she thinking!? How could she ever find Spot if she didn't know where the heck he could possibly be. She leaned against an alley wall and closed her eyes dejectedly, bad idea.
Before she knew what was happening strong arms reached out and grabbed her forcefully. She kicked and tried to yell but a gag was tied around her. She was thrown into some kind of bag and hung in the middle of two people. There was a large one and a smaller one, well, smaller than the large one, at least. The big one grunted some kind of order to the other, and Randy felt herself moving slowly, jostling around painfully with each move.
It seemed like forever when they finally stopped, the climate seemed to change around randy. She felt like she was inside somewhere, the air was musty and old, compared to the dingy, murky air outside.
She felt the bag moving and suddenly she was turned upside down. She tumbled out onto the floor, but quickly jumped back up again. She was in a warehouse. Not a working one, but an old, abandoned one. It had a dismal feeling to it that randy didn't like at all. Her eyes searched around at the people in the room. They were all big, hairy, and looked as though if you rubbed them the wrong way you better run, because you're as good as dead.
Then, she gasped. In the center or the room, staring at her, was unmistakably Venom. His hair was a greasy black and his eyes were red. He had on a black shirt with a blood red vest, and brown pants. His boots were black with sharp spikes on the bottom making Randy wince. Hanging from his belt was a gigantic knife in it's sheaf, threatening even when seemingly harmless.
He stepped towards her, she wanted to run but she stood her ground. He stopped about a foot away from her, . . . .and began to laugh. It wasn't a good laugh, but an evil, maniacal laugh that seemed to bounce off of the walls and echo into her very soul. He stopped, finally, and just looked at her with his hideous eyes boring into her face.
She was determined not to break the gaze, and was thankful when one of the boys behind her spoke and he looked away.
"We found her by an alley, worked just like yous said. She came right to us." he said, figuratively holding out imaginary hands to scoop in the glory from his leader.
"Shut up." said Venom, his expression never changing. He turned back to Randy. "He is right, though. It did work. And now I can get rid of this idiot which I used as bait."
"What are you talking about?" Randy asked, forcing herself not to show all the worried and confused emotions she was feeling.
Venom began to laugh again, his horrible laugh that made your skin crawl. "Bring him out boys." he said menacingly.
From the shadows of the warehouse came forth four boys, all holding a large box. Randy could see that there were air holes in the top. They threw the box down and unlocked the lid. The box opened and an arm reached in to pull out the contents.
Randy let a strangled cry escape her mouth. There was the limp body. . . .of Spot Conlon.
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"Randy, it's true. The news is all over New York." said Race, kneeling down next to Randy comfortingly.
"B-but where is he? I mean, there's gotta be some clue as to where he's gone!" her voice shook with pain, her face contorted in worry.
"Well," Race looked as though the next words were the hardest he ever had to say, "He had kind of been careless ever since the day you broke it off, wondering around, not really knowing where he was going. And, some kid, I think his name was Twink, saw him wondering into Queens a few days ago. No one's seen him since."
"The kid's gotta be lying! He probably just went out to get sex! He'll be back!" she said, tears threatening to fall over lake of misery, swimming in her eyes.
"Randy, you know what the leader of Queens is like. If he's there, well, he better hope to get out soon, because Venom'll get him before he has a chance to get away." he said, referring to the feared leader of Queens. Not like how people feared Spot, either. People more gave Spot the kind of fear that was more respect, and the knowledge to keep that respect because they knew he could get him. People feared Venom like they feared death. Something that was always there, just waiting to sweep around and catch you in it's grasp.
"Isn't there Brooklyn boys looking for him in Queens!? How stupid can they get!?" she asked, bewildered.
"Of course there is, they just can't find him." Race was trying to calm her down, but her heart beat was quickening and she was beginning to break out in a cold sweat.
Randy leapt up and raced down the stairs, Race running quickly behind her. "Where do you think you're going!?" he yelled as he ran.
"To Queens, where else!?" she called back, running out the door.
Race stopped. "Oh." Then he thought a minute, "Wait! No! That's bad! Randy! Stop, no, if they couldn't find him how will you!? You'll die! Randy!"
He grabbed his coat and ran out the door to find Jack and the others. If they were going into Queens, they weren't going to do it stupidly. If only he could say the same for Randy.
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Randy moved swiftly, not knowing where the heck she was going. Soon she had made her way to the Brooklyn lodging house, the usual merry air of the place was gone, being replaced by sadness and anxiety. She ran inside the door of the lodging house, and all of the faces of the boys looked up.
Judging by many of the faces staring at her, she figured she was not welcome. Mudd approached her warily. "What do you want?" he said gruffly.
"I need you to tell me how to get to Queens." she replied, biting her lip nervously.
"Why should we tell you?" asked Booker, a young Brooklyn newsies. One of the other boys quickly quieted him.
"Look, I don't know why you are mad at me-"
"That's Bull!" interrupted Spiral, a boy about Spot's age with curly brown hair. "It's your fault Spot's gone missing! If you hadn't broken up with him he never would have gone into Queens! You're a heartless ingrate; Spot was too good for you!"
Randy's whole body stiffened, her teeth gritted together and pushed down so that the tension swelled throughout her jaw, her eyes glazed over and showed no emotion whatsoever. "You all are just wasting my time. I'm going to find Spot, or die trying."
She ran out of the room and towards a way she was pretty sure was Queens relentlessly, her muscles pushing against all forms of gravity to slow down or rest.
Then, she was there. She didn't have to know she was in Queens, she could feel it. The putrid stench of death hung in the air. The people walking around seemed bigger, more formidable, their expressions set in a snarling grimace. She moved quickly, slipping between people and always watching her back. People stared at her with looks of threat, raising their eyebrows in an almost challenging way towards her. She kept feeling as though someone were following her, but when she would turn around no one would be found coming in her direction.
She was so lost, what was she thinking!? How could she ever find Spot if she didn't know where the heck he could possibly be. She leaned against an alley wall and closed her eyes dejectedly, bad idea.
Before she knew what was happening strong arms reached out and grabbed her forcefully. She kicked and tried to yell but a gag was tied around her. She was thrown into some kind of bag and hung in the middle of two people. There was a large one and a smaller one, well, smaller than the large one, at least. The big one grunted some kind of order to the other, and Randy felt herself moving slowly, jostling around painfully with each move.
It seemed like forever when they finally stopped, the climate seemed to change around randy. She felt like she was inside somewhere, the air was musty and old, compared to the dingy, murky air outside.
She felt the bag moving and suddenly she was turned upside down. She tumbled out onto the floor, but quickly jumped back up again. She was in a warehouse. Not a working one, but an old, abandoned one. It had a dismal feeling to it that randy didn't like at all. Her eyes searched around at the people in the room. They were all big, hairy, and looked as though if you rubbed them the wrong way you better run, because you're as good as dead.
Then, she gasped. In the center or the room, staring at her, was unmistakably Venom. His hair was a greasy black and his eyes were red. He had on a black shirt with a blood red vest, and brown pants. His boots were black with sharp spikes on the bottom making Randy wince. Hanging from his belt was a gigantic knife in it's sheaf, threatening even when seemingly harmless.
He stepped towards her, she wanted to run but she stood her ground. He stopped about a foot away from her, . . . .and began to laugh. It wasn't a good laugh, but an evil, maniacal laugh that seemed to bounce off of the walls and echo into her very soul. He stopped, finally, and just looked at her with his hideous eyes boring into her face.
She was determined not to break the gaze, and was thankful when one of the boys behind her spoke and he looked away.
"We found her by an alley, worked just like yous said. She came right to us." he said, figuratively holding out imaginary hands to scoop in the glory from his leader.
"Shut up." said Venom, his expression never changing. He turned back to Randy. "He is right, though. It did work. And now I can get rid of this idiot which I used as bait."
"What are you talking about?" Randy asked, forcing herself not to show all the worried and confused emotions she was feeling.
Venom began to laugh again, his horrible laugh that made your skin crawl. "Bring him out boys." he said menacingly.
From the shadows of the warehouse came forth four boys, all holding a large box. Randy could see that there were air holes in the top. They threw the box down and unlocked the lid. The box opened and an arm reached in to pull out the contents.
Randy let a strangled cry escape her mouth. There was the limp body. . . .of Spot Conlon.
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