Race sat tied up in the alley with the two boys staring at him.
"What do we do sir?" Nametag asked the boy, whom Race still didn't know his name. He was a bossy boy... So Race decided just to call him Bossy.
"We wait till the others come to find him." 'Bossy' answered.
"No one will come to find me, if you haven't noticed I am quite annoying and no one likes me." Race said, he thought they would believe him. He was wrong.
"I've seen you with other news boys, don't lie to me!" Bossy smacked Race.
"Their not my friends!" Race yelled.
"Then what were they doing with you?" Nametag asked.
Race started to pretend to cry, "They were stealing my lunch money!"
Bossy let out a laugh, "I bet."
Race shrugged, "It was worth a try. What do you want with me and my friends anyway?"
"You will soon find out Higgins." Nametag said, taking a seat on top of an old trashcan.
"I'm starved, when do we eat?" Race smiled.
"Do you ever shut up?" Bossy asked, "It seems like all you do is talk." He lent his head against the wall.
"Boss, you look a bit tired. Let me watch him for a while." Nametag patted Bossy on the back.
Bossy nodded, "You think you can handle him?"
"He's tied up, course I can." Nametag said. Bossy nodded again and walked into a small house type thing. Which Race noticed to be the Long Island Lodging house.
Race watched as Nametag sat down on the ground and lent back on the wall. Race knew he would doze off in a little, maybe that would be his chance to get away.
He looked around to find something to get rid of the ropes. Then he remembered that he had matches in his back pocket. If he could get to them he could burn the ropes off, as long as he kept the fire small as to not wake anyone.
Race shifted his position so his hands were by his back pocket. He then slowly put his hand into his pocket and wrapped his fingers around the pack of matches. He then pulled them out, shifting his position again so he would see what he was doing.
Race was about to light the match when he heard talking.
"Where did you see him Mush?"
"Down the street a little."
"I'm tired."
"Stop your winning Its."
"Make me Snitch!"
"Be quiet, both of you!"
There was silence. And Race knew they passed right by him. He would have called for them but he knew that it was a trap. A trap for what? He didn't know that much. He lit a match and put it near the rope. He watched as it burnt through the rope.
He was free. Quietly he stood up and made his way out of the alley. Leaving the sleeping Nametag alone.
He saw his friends walking down the street and turning a corner. He ran to them to meet them. He then started to talk to them in a little more then a whisper, "Guys... Guys wait up!"
Spot was the first to turn around and see him, "Race! We've been looking everywhere for you! Where've you been?" His voice was louder then Race had hoped.
"Shh... I've been tied up in the alley down there. I burnt the rope with a match. They were waiting for you to come get me. It's a trap..." Race said quickly.
"What kind a trap was it? What do they want us for?" Jack asked Race, who was out of breath.
Race shrugged, "I don't know, they never told me."
Mush grabbed onto Blink's arm, "Can we go now, before they find us?"
"I think that's a good idea." Itey nodded in agreement.
They heard a yell from the alley, which sounded like Bossy yelling at Nametag for sleeping.
"Lets get out of here." Jack whispered and headed down the street, the others followed, half way down the street they broke into a run as they ran the rest of the way home.
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A/N: I didn't like that chapter much. If it wasn't for the fact only one person has been reviewing my story. I would redo it.
Thank you so much for Reading and reviewing my story Sapphy. Even if it doesn't make much since.
Love ya, Chip
"What do we do sir?" Nametag asked the boy, whom Race still didn't know his name. He was a bossy boy... So Race decided just to call him Bossy.
"We wait till the others come to find him." 'Bossy' answered.
"No one will come to find me, if you haven't noticed I am quite annoying and no one likes me." Race said, he thought they would believe him. He was wrong.
"I've seen you with other news boys, don't lie to me!" Bossy smacked Race.
"Their not my friends!" Race yelled.
"Then what were they doing with you?" Nametag asked.
Race started to pretend to cry, "They were stealing my lunch money!"
Bossy let out a laugh, "I bet."
Race shrugged, "It was worth a try. What do you want with me and my friends anyway?"
"You will soon find out Higgins." Nametag said, taking a seat on top of an old trashcan.
"I'm starved, when do we eat?" Race smiled.
"Do you ever shut up?" Bossy asked, "It seems like all you do is talk." He lent his head against the wall.
"Boss, you look a bit tired. Let me watch him for a while." Nametag patted Bossy on the back.
Bossy nodded, "You think you can handle him?"
"He's tied up, course I can." Nametag said. Bossy nodded again and walked into a small house type thing. Which Race noticed to be the Long Island Lodging house.
Race watched as Nametag sat down on the ground and lent back on the wall. Race knew he would doze off in a little, maybe that would be his chance to get away.
He looked around to find something to get rid of the ropes. Then he remembered that he had matches in his back pocket. If he could get to them he could burn the ropes off, as long as he kept the fire small as to not wake anyone.
Race shifted his position so his hands were by his back pocket. He then slowly put his hand into his pocket and wrapped his fingers around the pack of matches. He then pulled them out, shifting his position again so he would see what he was doing.
Race was about to light the match when he heard talking.
"Where did you see him Mush?"
"Down the street a little."
"I'm tired."
"Stop your winning Its."
"Make me Snitch!"
"Be quiet, both of you!"
There was silence. And Race knew they passed right by him. He would have called for them but he knew that it was a trap. A trap for what? He didn't know that much. He lit a match and put it near the rope. He watched as it burnt through the rope.
He was free. Quietly he stood up and made his way out of the alley. Leaving the sleeping Nametag alone.
He saw his friends walking down the street and turning a corner. He ran to them to meet them. He then started to talk to them in a little more then a whisper, "Guys... Guys wait up!"
Spot was the first to turn around and see him, "Race! We've been looking everywhere for you! Where've you been?" His voice was louder then Race had hoped.
"Shh... I've been tied up in the alley down there. I burnt the rope with a match. They were waiting for you to come get me. It's a trap..." Race said quickly.
"What kind a trap was it? What do they want us for?" Jack asked Race, who was out of breath.
Race shrugged, "I don't know, they never told me."
Mush grabbed onto Blink's arm, "Can we go now, before they find us?"
"I think that's a good idea." Itey nodded in agreement.
They heard a yell from the alley, which sounded like Bossy yelling at Nametag for sleeping.
"Lets get out of here." Jack whispered and headed down the street, the others followed, half way down the street they broke into a run as they ran the rest of the way home.
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A/N: I didn't like that chapter much. If it wasn't for the fact only one person has been reviewing my story. I would redo it.
Thank you so much for Reading and reviewing my story Sapphy. Even if it doesn't make much since.
Love ya, Chip