Disclaimer-I do not own the movie 'Newsies.' I never will!
A/N-Thank you to Splashey for reviewing! Also I used a lot of French in
this chapter but please read in anyway. I'm not going to use it this often
in the future.
Cobalt was brought in late on a cold, rainy, night, by two of Spot's other boys. She wasn't conscious and she was beaten brutally by someone. Spot wasn't home when she was carried in, so I was in charge of everything.
The door burst open and two newsies, Pocket and Corner, came in carrying a dripping mass of bloody clothes with a body inside them. I jumped out of my chair and stared at them.
"What the hell is that?" I had given up on my accent as soon as Mickey had left.
Corner dropped it onto the table. "IT is SHE. Looks ta me like she got soaked real bad by someone."
I wiped some blood off of what I thought must be her face and revealed an angel. She had blonde hair and her blue eyes stared up at me, filled with intense pain. "Take her upstairs and get Dr. Henry." Victor Henry lived down the street and he always helped the newsies with injuries but never made them pay. His son had been friends with us before he was killed in a horse riding accident.
The two boys lifted the girl gingerly off the table and began towing her up the stairs. I ran out into the rain to get the doctor. Spot was on his way in. "What happened?" He asked, seeing the look on my face.
"Pocket and Corner brought in a girl. She got the shit beat out of her and she's dripping blood everywhere, but she's awake."
Spot's icy eyes widened. "I'll make sure dey don't screw up anything." With that he ran inside and I could hear him shout orders to the other boys as I tore down the street to Victor Henry's house.
I pounded on the door until my arms ached and the doctor opened it. "Dr. Henry! We need you."
"Storm? What are you doing out so late?"
"We've got a girl in the Lodging House and she's hurt real bad. I need to come look at her."
He nodded and disappeared into the house, returning with a bag of supplies and an overcoat on. He followed me through the rain, back to where chaos ruled. The lodging house was in disarray. There were boys running around, wandering about the 'bloody thing,' Pockets and Corner had upstairs.
I walked in, gazed at the boys, and then shouted, "SHUT UP!" The room went dead silent and Tops stood up.
Tops was one of 4 girl newsies that lived there. She was called Tops because she was, in most terms, superior to the other newsies. She was educated and beautiful, but she wasn't allowed to be touched by anyone...except Spot or me of course. She had dated both of us and everyone was scared to touch her now. I made my way toward her.
"Tops? What's going on upstairs."
Her English accent was sharp as she spoke. "I'm not entirely sure, Cal." She used my real name. Something only she and Spot would have dared to do. Spot because he was my leader and her because she was like my sister now. I had thought I loved her at one point in time, but Tops was someone you didn't keep.
"He won't let you in then?"
She glared. "He refuses to even speak with us. I wish you best at trying to get him to open that damn door!"
I nodded but walked past her and went upstairs to the extra room. "Hey Spot? Its Storm. Will you let me in? I brought the doctor." I knocked on the door. Spot opened it and led me inside.
Dr. Henry immediately knelt in front of the bloody form and began to clean her up. After awhile I began to see the girl beneath the blood and bruises that covered her body. She was small, and the proportions on her body seemed to be that of a 15 year old girl. She was still awake.
"What's your name?"
"Mon nom est Cobalt."
Spot looked confused for a moment then it hit him. "She's speakin' French. Go get Tops!"
I leaned out the door and called her. "Heya Tops!"
She came upstairs, brushing her black hair out of her face and gazing at me with green eyes. "Yes Storm?"
"You speak French, right?"
"Oui. Why?"
"So does she. Start talking."
Tops made her way to the bed and smiled at the girl. "Mon nom est Tops. Qui vous ont blessé?"
"Mon frère, Xavier."
Tops nodded. "She says her brother hurt her." Then she turned back to the girl. "Quel est votre nom? Parlez-vous anglais?"
"Mon nom est Cobalt. Je parle l'anglais mais son plus facile de parler français en ce moment. Je suis désolé. J'ai un tel mal de tête!"
Tops grinned. "That's alright. She says her name is Cobalt. She speaks English but she can't right now because her head hurts."
Spot smiled. "I'm Spot Conlon, da leadah heah. Dis is Storm." He gestured toward me. I waved.
Tops stood up and put her arms around my neck. "Tops, I've told you a hundred times! I don't like you like this anymore!"
She groaned. "C'est correct. Je vous aime beaucoup plus que vous connaissez l'orage."
Cobalt, who now looked like a girl, thanks to the doctor, laughed. "Il ne sait pas même ce que vous dites!"
A/N-I know there's a lot of French in there but I'm not going to use it as often in the future.
Cobalt was brought in late on a cold, rainy, night, by two of Spot's other boys. She wasn't conscious and she was beaten brutally by someone. Spot wasn't home when she was carried in, so I was in charge of everything.
The door burst open and two newsies, Pocket and Corner, came in carrying a dripping mass of bloody clothes with a body inside them. I jumped out of my chair and stared at them.
"What the hell is that?" I had given up on my accent as soon as Mickey had left.
Corner dropped it onto the table. "IT is SHE. Looks ta me like she got soaked real bad by someone."
I wiped some blood off of what I thought must be her face and revealed an angel. She had blonde hair and her blue eyes stared up at me, filled with intense pain. "Take her upstairs and get Dr. Henry." Victor Henry lived down the street and he always helped the newsies with injuries but never made them pay. His son had been friends with us before he was killed in a horse riding accident.
The two boys lifted the girl gingerly off the table and began towing her up the stairs. I ran out into the rain to get the doctor. Spot was on his way in. "What happened?" He asked, seeing the look on my face.
"Pocket and Corner brought in a girl. She got the shit beat out of her and she's dripping blood everywhere, but she's awake."
Spot's icy eyes widened. "I'll make sure dey don't screw up anything." With that he ran inside and I could hear him shout orders to the other boys as I tore down the street to Victor Henry's house.
I pounded on the door until my arms ached and the doctor opened it. "Dr. Henry! We need you."
"Storm? What are you doing out so late?"
"We've got a girl in the Lodging House and she's hurt real bad. I need to come look at her."
He nodded and disappeared into the house, returning with a bag of supplies and an overcoat on. He followed me through the rain, back to where chaos ruled. The lodging house was in disarray. There were boys running around, wandering about the 'bloody thing,' Pockets and Corner had upstairs.
I walked in, gazed at the boys, and then shouted, "SHUT UP!" The room went dead silent and Tops stood up.
Tops was one of 4 girl newsies that lived there. She was called Tops because she was, in most terms, superior to the other newsies. She was educated and beautiful, but she wasn't allowed to be touched by anyone...except Spot or me of course. She had dated both of us and everyone was scared to touch her now. I made my way toward her.
"Tops? What's going on upstairs."
Her English accent was sharp as she spoke. "I'm not entirely sure, Cal." She used my real name. Something only she and Spot would have dared to do. Spot because he was my leader and her because she was like my sister now. I had thought I loved her at one point in time, but Tops was someone you didn't keep.
"He won't let you in then?"
She glared. "He refuses to even speak with us. I wish you best at trying to get him to open that damn door!"
I nodded but walked past her and went upstairs to the extra room. "Hey Spot? Its Storm. Will you let me in? I brought the doctor." I knocked on the door. Spot opened it and led me inside.
Dr. Henry immediately knelt in front of the bloody form and began to clean her up. After awhile I began to see the girl beneath the blood and bruises that covered her body. She was small, and the proportions on her body seemed to be that of a 15 year old girl. She was still awake.
"What's your name?"
"Mon nom est Cobalt."
Spot looked confused for a moment then it hit him. "She's speakin' French. Go get Tops!"
I leaned out the door and called her. "Heya Tops!"
She came upstairs, brushing her black hair out of her face and gazing at me with green eyes. "Yes Storm?"
"You speak French, right?"
"Oui. Why?"
"So does she. Start talking."
Tops made her way to the bed and smiled at the girl. "Mon nom est Tops. Qui vous ont blessé?"
"Mon frère, Xavier."
Tops nodded. "She says her brother hurt her." Then she turned back to the girl. "Quel est votre nom? Parlez-vous anglais?"
"Mon nom est Cobalt. Je parle l'anglais mais son plus facile de parler français en ce moment. Je suis désolé. J'ai un tel mal de tête!"
Tops grinned. "That's alright. She says her name is Cobalt. She speaks English but she can't right now because her head hurts."
Spot smiled. "I'm Spot Conlon, da leadah heah. Dis is Storm." He gestured toward me. I waved.
Tops stood up and put her arms around my neck. "Tops, I've told you a hundred times! I don't like you like this anymore!"
She groaned. "C'est correct. Je vous aime beaucoup plus que vous connaissez l'orage."
Cobalt, who now looked like a girl, thanks to the doctor, laughed. "Il ne sait pas même ce que vous dites!"
A/N-I know there's a lot of French in there but I'm not going to use it as often in the future.