A/N: WOW! I am so incredibly happy that it's sickening! I got lotsa turnout
and WOW I'm happy! I plan to include all of you!
The audience burst into applause. Jackal watched in jealousy as Spot walked up to the stage with four roses, wall white. He stopped at the main four soloists and kissed their cheeks, giving each her own rose. She glared at the last one who had the gall to hug him.
Oracle busted out laughing at the daggers shooting from her friends' eyes. She leaned over to MayFly.
"Money says that last one gets done in by Jackal." She said. "'course, I remember back to the days when she thought she had a thing for Kelley." Oracle had been the one to bring Jackal in. Jackal'd been a runaway from the South, and had got caught pick pocketing Oracle. She'd brought Jackal to the Lodging house, no questions asked. "So long ago."
A shorter girl approached Meddas alone, with golden hair that swept to a little past her shoulders. Her pale brown eyes searched through the small crowd waiting to get in, and she found who she was looking for. She waited on the other side of the door until the mix of newsboys and girls pushed and paid their way in. Once they were, she crossed the path to Coda.
"Hi Coda." He looked over at her.
"Well if it ain't my Sylvan." He took her in his arms and kissed her softly, "C'mon, the doors closin', and I get you all ta myself." She smiled and he smiled back as they walked in. "Ya singin tonight?" She flushed.
"Na, I don't work hea remember?"
"I toldja I could get ya a job if ya want it... Medda's offered."
"I know, I know." She said as they walked in. "I just... don't like being on stage. I can't do it."
"I'll help ya if you want me to. I'll get some friends of mine to get rid of your stage fright." She looked up at him.
"You'd do that fa me? I mean-"He slid an arm around her waist and led her to a table.
"Yeah, I got friends in the business.' He said with a grin, looking over specifically at Raven, who had her arms draped around Jack's neck.
"Jack, we goin' back to the lodgin' house?" she asked, Jack pulled her into his lap.
"In a bit, aftah I've had a few more drinks." Raven glared impatiently at the pint in his hand.
"Jack, don'tcha think you've had enough? Three already..." He kissed her shoulder lightly and repeatedly.
"It won't be too much longer. Medda closes at 'bout 'leven right?" She nodded. He shrugged. "We can hang out hea til then." She rolled her eyes and leaned back on him, crossing her arms.
"Blink, I'll meet ya by the door aright? I gotta talk to mayfly about you." 'Lizabeth said, looking at Pie. She lightly guided his eyes back to her. "Don't stare at her. It'll make her think you're obsessive. Then she'll never wanna see you." Pie stood, and he and Blink walked to the door while Elizabeth gracefully swept up the stairs to Oracle's box. "Oh MAYFLY!!!!" The small girl looked up at her.
"Yes dear 'Lizabeth?" she said in the same sickeningly sweet voice.
"I need to talk to you about a certain pastry and a certain goil in a certain restaurant. Can you meet me at Tooley's in Midtown tomorrow at 8?" Mayfly looked at her in confusion, but followed her eyes to the retreating Pie eater, then she looked back and nodded.
"Suuuuure 'Lizabeth. Tooley's at 8 then." Elizabeth smiled and backed out. Mayfly turned around and looked at Oracle and Snoddy, who were staring at her. "What?"
"What was that all about?" Oracle asked flatly. Snoddy's eyes asked the same question.
'Um... nothing." Mayfly smiled innocently. Oracle gave her the 'I know that's absolute bullshit' look, but didn't press the matter. It was apparent that she'd find out eventually, so she turned her attention to Jackal, who had steam coming from her ears. She grinned as she saw her friend head to the hall leading backstage. Jackal walked backstage, leaving Chance with Tabloid. The performers backstage, upon receiving her death glare, pointed to a dressing room. She banged on the door, then slammed it open. Sweetstuff was standing half dressed, the rest of her covered in a corset. When she saw Jackal, she pulled out a pocket knife from an already open drawer out of panic. Jackal smiled sinisterly at seeing her enemy trapped like a mouse in a corner. She charged, gaining a slash across her arm about half a centimeter deep. She quickly grabbed the girls hands and twisted until she dropped the knife. She stopped when she heard a throat clear. She briefly glanced back to see Raven, who just shook her head as she entered the room.
"Get outta hea Raven. I got business to deal with." Raven laughed.
"Mandi," Sweetstuff looked at her. "You give up while you can. She just might kill you otherwise." The girls eyes widened. "Jackal, at least take her outside. Medda won't want blood on the carpet."
Jackal kept her feral grin intact and dragged Sweetstuff from the room. She panicked, flailing about and trying to grab anything with her free hand to stop herself. Jackal threw her out into the alley. She let out a groan as she hit the wall, then slid to the floor.
"What exactly did you think you were doin?" Jackal said flatly, standing with her arms crossed. Sweetstuff wasn't stupid, she forced herself to her feet and ran out of the alley. Jackal let out a growl and followed her. "I'm gonna beat ya face in whore!" She jumped, pinning Sweetstuff to the ground and letting her fists fly.
The blackjack group looked up as Raven ran past.
"Jackal's out thea beatin the shit outta Sweetstuff!" she said hurrying to the door. Safe to say, a crowd of Manhattan, Brooklyn, and the performers followed her. They made a circle around the two as Jackal swung her right fist into the girls gut and then elbow dropped her back. Raven and Oracle cheered her on, knowing her reasons. Jackal threw her into a side of the circle, and they threw her back in.
"Two ta one odds Jackal kills Sweetstuff. Whos' bettin?" Race cried loudly to the newsies around him. Sapphire smacked him upside the head. "OW!"
"Who the hell is gonna bet against Jackal's jealous rage?! Moron!" They stopped talking but kept watching anxiously.
"Operator, I need the police. Quick! Yeah thea's a fist fight goin outta control hea. Yeah, Cassandra Turner." The boy left the phone off the hook and ran out to see.
Spot looked over the edge of the roof where he'd been talking to Tabloid and Chance. He saw Jackal covered in blood and ran to the stairs. Tabloid and Chance followed.
Spot shoved through the crowd and pulled Jackal off of her. Her fist still flew and hit his cheek. He glared at her.
"Jackal. Stop it now." he said in a deadly voice. She stood breathing heavily as she watched Spot pull the girls head into his lap. "She ain't gonna hoirt you no moa." Raven attacked him.
"YOU IDIOT! SHE'S FIGHTIN FOR YOU! WHAT THE HELL DO YA THINK YA DOIN!?!?!?!?"
With Spot out of her way, Jackal leapt on top of girl, straddling her waist. She clamped her hands down on Sweetstuff's throat, squeezing tighter and reveling in the girls struggles to get air.
I think this is it. I'm done. This is the end of the chapter. I'll focus more on you guys next chapter... I felt selfish. It's my story, I wanted a chapter hehehe. Plus I wanted revenge.... Spot is MINE. OH and sweetstuff, nothing personal. It's just a name that I had to use because well, I needed a crazy fangirl that I could hurt. You're not going to die in my ficcy here. No... not die... death bad. Review. 5 and I'll update...
The audience burst into applause. Jackal watched in jealousy as Spot walked up to the stage with four roses, wall white. He stopped at the main four soloists and kissed their cheeks, giving each her own rose. She glared at the last one who had the gall to hug him.
Oracle busted out laughing at the daggers shooting from her friends' eyes. She leaned over to MayFly.
"Money says that last one gets done in by Jackal." She said. "'course, I remember back to the days when she thought she had a thing for Kelley." Oracle had been the one to bring Jackal in. Jackal'd been a runaway from the South, and had got caught pick pocketing Oracle. She'd brought Jackal to the Lodging house, no questions asked. "So long ago."
A shorter girl approached Meddas alone, with golden hair that swept to a little past her shoulders. Her pale brown eyes searched through the small crowd waiting to get in, and she found who she was looking for. She waited on the other side of the door until the mix of newsboys and girls pushed and paid their way in. Once they were, she crossed the path to Coda.
"Hi Coda." He looked over at her.
"Well if it ain't my Sylvan." He took her in his arms and kissed her softly, "C'mon, the doors closin', and I get you all ta myself." She smiled and he smiled back as they walked in. "Ya singin tonight?" She flushed.
"Na, I don't work hea remember?"
"I toldja I could get ya a job if ya want it... Medda's offered."
"I know, I know." She said as they walked in. "I just... don't like being on stage. I can't do it."
"I'll help ya if you want me to. I'll get some friends of mine to get rid of your stage fright." She looked up at him.
"You'd do that fa me? I mean-"He slid an arm around her waist and led her to a table.
"Yeah, I got friends in the business.' He said with a grin, looking over specifically at Raven, who had her arms draped around Jack's neck.
"Jack, we goin' back to the lodgin' house?" she asked, Jack pulled her into his lap.
"In a bit, aftah I've had a few more drinks." Raven glared impatiently at the pint in his hand.
"Jack, don'tcha think you've had enough? Three already..." He kissed her shoulder lightly and repeatedly.
"It won't be too much longer. Medda closes at 'bout 'leven right?" She nodded. He shrugged. "We can hang out hea til then." She rolled her eyes and leaned back on him, crossing her arms.
"Blink, I'll meet ya by the door aright? I gotta talk to mayfly about you." 'Lizabeth said, looking at Pie. She lightly guided his eyes back to her. "Don't stare at her. It'll make her think you're obsessive. Then she'll never wanna see you." Pie stood, and he and Blink walked to the door while Elizabeth gracefully swept up the stairs to Oracle's box. "Oh MAYFLY!!!!" The small girl looked up at her.
"Yes dear 'Lizabeth?" she said in the same sickeningly sweet voice.
"I need to talk to you about a certain pastry and a certain goil in a certain restaurant. Can you meet me at Tooley's in Midtown tomorrow at 8?" Mayfly looked at her in confusion, but followed her eyes to the retreating Pie eater, then she looked back and nodded.
"Suuuuure 'Lizabeth. Tooley's at 8 then." Elizabeth smiled and backed out. Mayfly turned around and looked at Oracle and Snoddy, who were staring at her. "What?"
"What was that all about?" Oracle asked flatly. Snoddy's eyes asked the same question.
'Um... nothing." Mayfly smiled innocently. Oracle gave her the 'I know that's absolute bullshit' look, but didn't press the matter. It was apparent that she'd find out eventually, so she turned her attention to Jackal, who had steam coming from her ears. She grinned as she saw her friend head to the hall leading backstage. Jackal walked backstage, leaving Chance with Tabloid. The performers backstage, upon receiving her death glare, pointed to a dressing room. She banged on the door, then slammed it open. Sweetstuff was standing half dressed, the rest of her covered in a corset. When she saw Jackal, she pulled out a pocket knife from an already open drawer out of panic. Jackal smiled sinisterly at seeing her enemy trapped like a mouse in a corner. She charged, gaining a slash across her arm about half a centimeter deep. She quickly grabbed the girls hands and twisted until she dropped the knife. She stopped when she heard a throat clear. She briefly glanced back to see Raven, who just shook her head as she entered the room.
"Get outta hea Raven. I got business to deal with." Raven laughed.
"Mandi," Sweetstuff looked at her. "You give up while you can. She just might kill you otherwise." The girls eyes widened. "Jackal, at least take her outside. Medda won't want blood on the carpet."
Jackal kept her feral grin intact and dragged Sweetstuff from the room. She panicked, flailing about and trying to grab anything with her free hand to stop herself. Jackal threw her out into the alley. She let out a groan as she hit the wall, then slid to the floor.
"What exactly did you think you were doin?" Jackal said flatly, standing with her arms crossed. Sweetstuff wasn't stupid, she forced herself to her feet and ran out of the alley. Jackal let out a growl and followed her. "I'm gonna beat ya face in whore!" She jumped, pinning Sweetstuff to the ground and letting her fists fly.
The blackjack group looked up as Raven ran past.
"Jackal's out thea beatin the shit outta Sweetstuff!" she said hurrying to the door. Safe to say, a crowd of Manhattan, Brooklyn, and the performers followed her. They made a circle around the two as Jackal swung her right fist into the girls gut and then elbow dropped her back. Raven and Oracle cheered her on, knowing her reasons. Jackal threw her into a side of the circle, and they threw her back in.
"Two ta one odds Jackal kills Sweetstuff. Whos' bettin?" Race cried loudly to the newsies around him. Sapphire smacked him upside the head. "OW!"
"Who the hell is gonna bet against Jackal's jealous rage?! Moron!" They stopped talking but kept watching anxiously.
"Operator, I need the police. Quick! Yeah thea's a fist fight goin outta control hea. Yeah, Cassandra Turner." The boy left the phone off the hook and ran out to see.
Spot looked over the edge of the roof where he'd been talking to Tabloid and Chance. He saw Jackal covered in blood and ran to the stairs. Tabloid and Chance followed.
Spot shoved through the crowd and pulled Jackal off of her. Her fist still flew and hit his cheek. He glared at her.
"Jackal. Stop it now." he said in a deadly voice. She stood breathing heavily as she watched Spot pull the girls head into his lap. "She ain't gonna hoirt you no moa." Raven attacked him.
"YOU IDIOT! SHE'S FIGHTIN FOR YOU! WHAT THE HELL DO YA THINK YA DOIN!?!?!?!?"
With Spot out of her way, Jackal leapt on top of girl, straddling her waist. She clamped her hands down on Sweetstuff's throat, squeezing tighter and reveling in the girls struggles to get air.
I think this is it. I'm done. This is the end of the chapter. I'll focus more on you guys next chapter... I felt selfish. It's my story, I wanted a chapter hehehe. Plus I wanted revenge.... Spot is MINE. OH and sweetstuff, nothing personal. It's just a name that I had to use because well, I needed a crazy fangirl that I could hurt. You're not going to die in my ficcy here. No... not die... death bad. Review. 5 and I'll update...