A/N: Lookit me!!! I didn't die!!! I've just been massively busy and
stuff. Sorry it took so long!!
This chapter's a tad on the boring side, and you don't find out which path I chose, but I promise you will in the next chapter.
Shout-outs!
ANGELOFMUSIC2: Hermione, you know you want it =D Why do they keep coming into Newsies reviews? Don't they know the difference?! Love you too hon (D!Muse: HARRY POTTER IS A PENIS heheheeheheheeheheheheeheheheheeheheheheee)
SPECSGLASSES: You are one insane bugger. Indeed you are. (Spot!Muse: I AIN'T NO GOIL!!!) We've been through this hon, you ARE in THIS story. (Dutcholala!Muse: Oh, I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay!)
Dude, there aren't supposed to be spaces. It's IrishAccentFemale!Spot dude! Pfft, Coupling is a stupid show, my muses are playing Twister, and the chickens are restless ^_^
SATURDAY: Heh, sorry you didn't really understand what I wanted your opinion on...(Spot!Muse: No she ain't. She did dat on purpose so people'd pick da one I don' like. Cause she likes ta torture me.) Well it worked, didn't it? Thanks for reviewing!
SARAH: Hiya! Well, nobody dies the more important way...but something people won't like DOES happen! Hehe, thanks for the review sweetheart! Don't kill me cause it took such a long time...
NAKAIA AIDAN-SUN: Lol, you seem very certain with your decision...(Spot!Muse: Why do people love ta torture me?!) Cause it's so much fun, DUH! (Spot!Muse: o.o) (R!Muse: Dey're right, it is.) (Spot!Muse: Sleep wid one eye open, ALLA YOUS!!!) Thanks a bunch for reviewing! Update that truth or dare story soon pwease!!!!!
COTTON BLOSSOM: ::tackles:: I love you bunches, sweetie! YAY my story made your family think you were crazy ^_^ We gotta se LOTR together buddy, indeed we do! And you must get the DVD thingy! LOVE YOU!!!!
$PELL*: I'm very glad you liked that chapter. Lol, your review rocks, thanks and I hope you like this chapter!
And now on with the show!!!
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Chapter 9: Conspiracies
Race woke up on top of Spot's sleeping body. He lay there, listening to the sound of her breathing for a few moments. She shifted under him and opened an eye slowly.
"Mornin'," Race said, shifting so he was lying alongside Spot instead of resting his weight on top of her.
She grunted and shut her eye again. "No wonder I dreamed about an elephant sittin' on top a me," she grumbled.
"Ya so kind ta me."
"Yeah, yous know I love you." Her voice was muffled by the pillow.
"How can I be shoa?"
Spot picked her head up to look at Race. "Are yous kiddin' me? Honestly Race, why else would I have done dat?"
"Hey! Dat's insultin'!"
"Yeah, well, too bad."
"You don' love me," he accused.
"Ya want me ta prove it again?"
"I wouldn't mind. Wait, wat time is it?" Race propped himself up to check the clock on the wall. "Fuckin' hell!"
"Wat is it now?"
"It's six a clock in da mornin'!"
"...so?"
"So don' yous tink da guys'll be suspicious?"
"...yours o mine?"
"Now dat ya mention it, BOTH!"
Spot shrugged. "My boys know betta dan ta question wat I do. An' I'm shoa da Manhattan guys figured out we was doin' sometin' since dey ain't in hea." She stood up and stretched. Race was staring at her.
"Ya beautiful," he sighed, love shining in his eyes.
She turned to face Racetrack, a smile playing on her lips. "An' yous a hot, sexy Italian gambler." She leaned in as though to kiss him, but stopped mere inches away. "But, dere's papes ta sell, places ta go, people ta-" Race's lips cut her off.
When they pulled apart, Spot smirked and tweaked Race's nose. "As much as I'd like ta continue, I really should be goin' back ta Brooklyn. An' you still need to sell papes, don'cha?" She got dressed quickly, hugged Race and received a kiss on the nose from him, then swiftly climbed out the window.
Racetrack stood by the window and watched her go. He then got dressed himself, and opened the door to go downstairs.
There was a loud "thud" and someone said "Ow!". Race slipped out the door and closed it quickly. A half-awake Mush lay there, rubbing his head.
Random newsboys were scattered throughout the common area. Dutchy and Itey were sprawled along the staircase, and Specs was lying on top of Kloppman's desk. Jack, Crutchy, and Bumlets were lucky enough to be on the couches, while Skittery crammed himself into the only cushioned chair. The rest were sleeping on the floor.
They had begun to stir when Mush cried out. Someone muttered, "ten moa minutes." Specs shifted positions so that he was dangling over the side of the desk. No one actually woke up though.
Grinning evilly to himself, Racetrack reached down and pulled Mush to his feet.
"Go get washed up," Race told him. "I'll wake up da oddas."
Mush mumbled a reply and half fell into the bedroom to the washroom.
Racetrack stood at the top of the staircase, filled his lungs with air, and bellowed as loudly as he could, "FIRE! Fire in da lodgin' house, come on WAKE UP!!!"
The resulting chaos was satisfying. Dutchy shot up at the sound of Race's voice and proceeded to roll down the stairs, bringing Itey down with him. Specs slid off the desk onto his head and Jack shot off the couch, unknowingly standing on Blink's chest.
"Where's da fire?" he called, trying to open his eyes without them rolling back into his head.
Race just grinned and shrugged. "We's aready late foa getting' papes, so I tought I should wake yous up." He took off down the stairs, being careful to step on as many boys as he could before charging toward the distribution center, a nearly naked Jack following and screaming for him to "get back here so I could soak yous properly!"
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In Brooklyn, Watcher and another newsboy named Blood watched as their leader came waltzing in as though he hadn't been gone all night. He'd been doing a lot of that lately, coming back late or just disappearing without acknowledging the others.
"Somethin's up," Watcher mumbled to Blood, eyeing Spot with distaste. "I bet da othas have noticed it too."
"Yeah? So wat're we supposed ta do about it?"
Watcher made sure Spot wasn't listening, then leaned in close and whispered, "I say we organize a secret little meeting. Tanight."
"How do we keep Spot from finding out, dough?"
Watcher leaned back to think. At that moment, Shrimpy hopped over to them. "Hey guys, wat's up, wat're you talkin' about?"
Watcher and Blood looked from each other to Shrimpy and back again. Their faces split into identical grins.
Shrimpy shifted uncomfortably. "Hey...wat're you smilin' about?"
Blood put an arm around the younger boy. "Shrimpy buddy, we got a special job foa yous."
"Oh boy, really, wat is it?" Shrimpy perked up immediately.
Watcher put his arm on the other side of the boy. "Yous gotta keep Spot busy foa us tonight. But yous can' let him know it. Got dat?"
Shrimpy looked confused and slowly said, "Noooo..."
Blood realizing Shrimpy was too stupid to understand the concept, said "Spot's gonna take yous to da park, okay?"
Shrimpy's face brightened. "Oh boy really? Wat're we waitin' foa, let's go, why haven't we left yet?"
"But Shrimpo," Blood said, tightening his grip on the boy. "Make shoa yous don' come back till late tonight, kay buddy?"
"Do we even hafta come back?" Shrimpy asked, fidgeting impatiently.
Watcher laughed. "Atta boy." He took Shrimpy's hand and said, "Now let's go find Spot." Turning to Blood, he added, "Tell everyone ta meet us in da lodgin' house once dey're done sellin'."
He and Shrimpy took off in search of Spot. Finally they found her walking away from the distribution center carrying a stack of newspapers. The whole time they had been looking for her, Shrimpy didn't shut up about how he loved the park and how he hadn't been to the park for a long time and about once when he was at the park he saw a squirrel but it ran away.
"Hey Spot!" Watcher called out. She stopped walking and raised an eyebrow at the pair. They caught up to her. "Somebody told this kid that you'd take him to the park."
Spot cursed to herself but physically her bored expression didn't change. "Excuse me? Who told him dat?"
Shrimpy started to answer, but Watcher quickly said, "How am I supposed ta know?" He shrugged indifferently. "Hey, yous don' gotta take him if yous don' wanna."
The little boy gasped indignantly. "But yous said...but...but..." His lower lip jutted out and began trembling. "I WANNA GO TA DA PARK!" he wailed.
Spot shook her head. "Shrimpy, shut up," she snapped. "Nobody said I wasn't gonna take yous." To Watcher she said, "Find out who told him about da park." She grabbed Shrimp's hand and walked away with him.
Watcher watched their retreating backs with satisfaction, then ran toward the lodging house to wait for the others to finish selling. *****************************
"Wat're we doin' hea, Blood?"
Almost all of the Brooklyn newsies were there, sitting around and waiting. Some of them had started getting restless, since all Blood told them was Watcher had something important to say.
"You gotta wait foa Watcher ta come bafoa yous find out."
"Yeah, well, I'm tired a waitin'." The speaker was Cracker, a pudgy tall newsboy.
"Where is he, anyway?" Sneaks asked.
"He ain't HEA. Now shaddup an' be patient!"
"Dey givin' yous trouble?" Watcher asked, closing the door behind him as he walked toward Blood.
"Took yous long enough ta get hea," Blood muttered, standing aside so Watcher was the focus of everyone's attention.
Watcher stared at Blood for a moment before smiling and clapping him on the shoulder. "So, since yous're all hea, I'm shoa Blood filled yous in about wat's goin' on-"
"No, he didn'," someone called out.
Watcher's head snapped toward Blood, his eyebrows raised. Blood stared stonily back at him, so Watcher just chuckled and shook his head. "Well den, me an' Blood hea have noticed a couple things our leader has been doin' dat seem a bit suspicious."
"Wat're yous talkin' about, Watch?" Sneaks said. There were several other similar questions, and some boys seemed downright confused.
"Oh, foa fuck's sake, don' pretend yous don' notice," Blood said, rolling his eyes. "He's barely hea anymoa, he seems moa interested in Manhattan dan Brooklyn, an' just last night he didn' come home at all."
"Dat ain' true!"
"Fuck, Sneaks, yous know it is," said Blood. "No matta how much yous don' wanna admit it, yous know its true."
"Guys!" Watcher shouted over the rising din. "Whetha yous guys like it or not, Spot's been actin' moa loyal ta Manhattan dan Brooklyn lately."
"Yous jus' sayin' dat cause a wat Spot did afta yous was mean ta Kelly, Watch."
"I'm sayin' it cause it's true, Puck." Watcher licked his lips nervously. He hadn't thought it would be this difficult to convince some of them that Spot was up to something.
"An' wat's up wid Spot's cousin?" Everyone turned to look at Big Pete. "I mean, Higgins has seen hoir, but we haven't."
"Yeah, dat's right! How do you explain dat one, Sneaks?" Watcher said, feeling confident he had the upper hand again.
Unfortunately, he thought correctly. Sneaks just stared at him. Murmurs of doubt began to spread through the crowd.
"Spot's up ta sometin'. It may have sometin' ta do wid his cousin, or he may have just decided Cowboy's moa important ta him dan we are. Whatever it is, I say we find out."
A cheer was raised, and Blood began to chant, "Watch! Watch! Watch!" Everyone in there took up the chant.
Almost everyone. Sneaks, Puck, and a handful of others just sat there, waiting for the din to die down. Once everyone quieted, Sneaks spoke up.
"Watcher, you realize yous is speakin' treason? Dat if Spot eva finds out, yous can get kicked outta hea?" Watcher began to react, but Sneaks continued. "Wat yous're sayin', about Spot bein' in Manhattan moa dan Brooklyn, yous got nothin' ta base it on. Just your suspicions."
Blood glared at Sneaks and answered for Watcher. "Listen, Sneaks, how do you suppose Spot'll find out about our little meetin'? Da only way he might, is if one a us TOLD him. Now are any of yous plannin' on tellin' Spot?" The question was directed to the group. None of them moved. "Good." Blood put his face right in front of Sneaks'. "Are you plannin' on tellin' Spotty about our meetin'?"
The tension in the air was thick as Sneaks and Blood stared each other down. Blood took Sneaks silence as a "no", so he said, "I didn't tink so." He straightened up, and nodded at Watcher.
"Right. So, whedda or not Spot really is up ta sometin', I say we's find out. Yous gotta make shoa he neva leaves none a yous' sights. Make shoa dere's somebody followin' him, whedda he's goin' ta Manhattan or Harlem, Queens, wherever. Just don' lose him. An' report anytin' suspicious ta eida me or Blood. We gotta find out wat's goin' on."
There was a loud silence. Then, for the second time, Blood began the chant.
"Watch! Watch! Watch!"
Even the handful that hadn't been cheering before began this time. Puck was screaming and, after a nudge in the side from Puck, Sneaks took up the cry.
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A/N: That was a boring chapter. The next one's more fun, I promise you. Bleh, I don't like this one...
Review please! I'll love you forever.
Much love and hobbitses,
~Liams Kitten~
This chapter's a tad on the boring side, and you don't find out which path I chose, but I promise you will in the next chapter.
Shout-outs!
ANGELOFMUSIC2: Hermione, you know you want it =D Why do they keep coming into Newsies reviews? Don't they know the difference?! Love you too hon (D!Muse: HARRY POTTER IS A PENIS heheheeheheheeheheheheeheheheheeheheheheee)
SPECSGLASSES: You are one insane bugger. Indeed you are. (Spot!Muse: I AIN'T NO GOIL!!!) We've been through this hon, you ARE in THIS story. (Dutcholala!Muse: Oh, I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay!)
Dude, there aren't supposed to be spaces. It's IrishAccentFemale!Spot dude! Pfft, Coupling is a stupid show, my muses are playing Twister, and the chickens are restless ^_^
SATURDAY: Heh, sorry you didn't really understand what I wanted your opinion on...(Spot!Muse: No she ain't. She did dat on purpose so people'd pick da one I don' like. Cause she likes ta torture me.) Well it worked, didn't it? Thanks for reviewing!
SARAH: Hiya! Well, nobody dies the more important way...but something people won't like DOES happen! Hehe, thanks for the review sweetheart! Don't kill me cause it took such a long time...
NAKAIA AIDAN-SUN: Lol, you seem very certain with your decision...(Spot!Muse: Why do people love ta torture me?!) Cause it's so much fun, DUH! (Spot!Muse: o.o) (R!Muse: Dey're right, it is.) (Spot!Muse: Sleep wid one eye open, ALLA YOUS!!!) Thanks a bunch for reviewing! Update that truth or dare story soon pwease!!!!!
COTTON BLOSSOM: ::tackles:: I love you bunches, sweetie! YAY my story made your family think you were crazy ^_^ We gotta se LOTR together buddy, indeed we do! And you must get the DVD thingy! LOVE YOU!!!!
$PELL*: I'm very glad you liked that chapter. Lol, your review rocks, thanks and I hope you like this chapter!
And now on with the show!!!
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Chapter 9: Conspiracies
Race woke up on top of Spot's sleeping body. He lay there, listening to the sound of her breathing for a few moments. She shifted under him and opened an eye slowly.
"Mornin'," Race said, shifting so he was lying alongside Spot instead of resting his weight on top of her.
She grunted and shut her eye again. "No wonder I dreamed about an elephant sittin' on top a me," she grumbled.
"Ya so kind ta me."
"Yeah, yous know I love you." Her voice was muffled by the pillow.
"How can I be shoa?"
Spot picked her head up to look at Race. "Are yous kiddin' me? Honestly Race, why else would I have done dat?"
"Hey! Dat's insultin'!"
"Yeah, well, too bad."
"You don' love me," he accused.
"Ya want me ta prove it again?"
"I wouldn't mind. Wait, wat time is it?" Race propped himself up to check the clock on the wall. "Fuckin' hell!"
"Wat is it now?"
"It's six a clock in da mornin'!"
"...so?"
"So don' yous tink da guys'll be suspicious?"
"...yours o mine?"
"Now dat ya mention it, BOTH!"
Spot shrugged. "My boys know betta dan ta question wat I do. An' I'm shoa da Manhattan guys figured out we was doin' sometin' since dey ain't in hea." She stood up and stretched. Race was staring at her.
"Ya beautiful," he sighed, love shining in his eyes.
She turned to face Racetrack, a smile playing on her lips. "An' yous a hot, sexy Italian gambler." She leaned in as though to kiss him, but stopped mere inches away. "But, dere's papes ta sell, places ta go, people ta-" Race's lips cut her off.
When they pulled apart, Spot smirked and tweaked Race's nose. "As much as I'd like ta continue, I really should be goin' back ta Brooklyn. An' you still need to sell papes, don'cha?" She got dressed quickly, hugged Race and received a kiss on the nose from him, then swiftly climbed out the window.
Racetrack stood by the window and watched her go. He then got dressed himself, and opened the door to go downstairs.
There was a loud "thud" and someone said "Ow!". Race slipped out the door and closed it quickly. A half-awake Mush lay there, rubbing his head.
Random newsboys were scattered throughout the common area. Dutchy and Itey were sprawled along the staircase, and Specs was lying on top of Kloppman's desk. Jack, Crutchy, and Bumlets were lucky enough to be on the couches, while Skittery crammed himself into the only cushioned chair. The rest were sleeping on the floor.
They had begun to stir when Mush cried out. Someone muttered, "ten moa minutes." Specs shifted positions so that he was dangling over the side of the desk. No one actually woke up though.
Grinning evilly to himself, Racetrack reached down and pulled Mush to his feet.
"Go get washed up," Race told him. "I'll wake up da oddas."
Mush mumbled a reply and half fell into the bedroom to the washroom.
Racetrack stood at the top of the staircase, filled his lungs with air, and bellowed as loudly as he could, "FIRE! Fire in da lodgin' house, come on WAKE UP!!!"
The resulting chaos was satisfying. Dutchy shot up at the sound of Race's voice and proceeded to roll down the stairs, bringing Itey down with him. Specs slid off the desk onto his head and Jack shot off the couch, unknowingly standing on Blink's chest.
"Where's da fire?" he called, trying to open his eyes without them rolling back into his head.
Race just grinned and shrugged. "We's aready late foa getting' papes, so I tought I should wake yous up." He took off down the stairs, being careful to step on as many boys as he could before charging toward the distribution center, a nearly naked Jack following and screaming for him to "get back here so I could soak yous properly!"
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In Brooklyn, Watcher and another newsboy named Blood watched as their leader came waltzing in as though he hadn't been gone all night. He'd been doing a lot of that lately, coming back late or just disappearing without acknowledging the others.
"Somethin's up," Watcher mumbled to Blood, eyeing Spot with distaste. "I bet da othas have noticed it too."
"Yeah? So wat're we supposed ta do about it?"
Watcher made sure Spot wasn't listening, then leaned in close and whispered, "I say we organize a secret little meeting. Tanight."
"How do we keep Spot from finding out, dough?"
Watcher leaned back to think. At that moment, Shrimpy hopped over to them. "Hey guys, wat's up, wat're you talkin' about?"
Watcher and Blood looked from each other to Shrimpy and back again. Their faces split into identical grins.
Shrimpy shifted uncomfortably. "Hey...wat're you smilin' about?"
Blood put an arm around the younger boy. "Shrimpy buddy, we got a special job foa yous."
"Oh boy, really, wat is it?" Shrimpy perked up immediately.
Watcher put his arm on the other side of the boy. "Yous gotta keep Spot busy foa us tonight. But yous can' let him know it. Got dat?"
Shrimpy looked confused and slowly said, "Noooo..."
Blood realizing Shrimpy was too stupid to understand the concept, said "Spot's gonna take yous to da park, okay?"
Shrimpy's face brightened. "Oh boy really? Wat're we waitin' foa, let's go, why haven't we left yet?"
"But Shrimpo," Blood said, tightening his grip on the boy. "Make shoa yous don' come back till late tonight, kay buddy?"
"Do we even hafta come back?" Shrimpy asked, fidgeting impatiently.
Watcher laughed. "Atta boy." He took Shrimpy's hand and said, "Now let's go find Spot." Turning to Blood, he added, "Tell everyone ta meet us in da lodgin' house once dey're done sellin'."
He and Shrimpy took off in search of Spot. Finally they found her walking away from the distribution center carrying a stack of newspapers. The whole time they had been looking for her, Shrimpy didn't shut up about how he loved the park and how he hadn't been to the park for a long time and about once when he was at the park he saw a squirrel but it ran away.
"Hey Spot!" Watcher called out. She stopped walking and raised an eyebrow at the pair. They caught up to her. "Somebody told this kid that you'd take him to the park."
Spot cursed to herself but physically her bored expression didn't change. "Excuse me? Who told him dat?"
Shrimpy started to answer, but Watcher quickly said, "How am I supposed ta know?" He shrugged indifferently. "Hey, yous don' gotta take him if yous don' wanna."
The little boy gasped indignantly. "But yous said...but...but..." His lower lip jutted out and began trembling. "I WANNA GO TA DA PARK!" he wailed.
Spot shook her head. "Shrimpy, shut up," she snapped. "Nobody said I wasn't gonna take yous." To Watcher she said, "Find out who told him about da park." She grabbed Shrimp's hand and walked away with him.
Watcher watched their retreating backs with satisfaction, then ran toward the lodging house to wait for the others to finish selling. *****************************
"Wat're we doin' hea, Blood?"
Almost all of the Brooklyn newsies were there, sitting around and waiting. Some of them had started getting restless, since all Blood told them was Watcher had something important to say.
"You gotta wait foa Watcher ta come bafoa yous find out."
"Yeah, well, I'm tired a waitin'." The speaker was Cracker, a pudgy tall newsboy.
"Where is he, anyway?" Sneaks asked.
"He ain't HEA. Now shaddup an' be patient!"
"Dey givin' yous trouble?" Watcher asked, closing the door behind him as he walked toward Blood.
"Took yous long enough ta get hea," Blood muttered, standing aside so Watcher was the focus of everyone's attention.
Watcher stared at Blood for a moment before smiling and clapping him on the shoulder. "So, since yous're all hea, I'm shoa Blood filled yous in about wat's goin' on-"
"No, he didn'," someone called out.
Watcher's head snapped toward Blood, his eyebrows raised. Blood stared stonily back at him, so Watcher just chuckled and shook his head. "Well den, me an' Blood hea have noticed a couple things our leader has been doin' dat seem a bit suspicious."
"Wat're yous talkin' about, Watch?" Sneaks said. There were several other similar questions, and some boys seemed downright confused.
"Oh, foa fuck's sake, don' pretend yous don' notice," Blood said, rolling his eyes. "He's barely hea anymoa, he seems moa interested in Manhattan dan Brooklyn, an' just last night he didn' come home at all."
"Dat ain' true!"
"Fuck, Sneaks, yous know it is," said Blood. "No matta how much yous don' wanna admit it, yous know its true."
"Guys!" Watcher shouted over the rising din. "Whetha yous guys like it or not, Spot's been actin' moa loyal ta Manhattan dan Brooklyn lately."
"Yous jus' sayin' dat cause a wat Spot did afta yous was mean ta Kelly, Watch."
"I'm sayin' it cause it's true, Puck." Watcher licked his lips nervously. He hadn't thought it would be this difficult to convince some of them that Spot was up to something.
"An' wat's up wid Spot's cousin?" Everyone turned to look at Big Pete. "I mean, Higgins has seen hoir, but we haven't."
"Yeah, dat's right! How do you explain dat one, Sneaks?" Watcher said, feeling confident he had the upper hand again.
Unfortunately, he thought correctly. Sneaks just stared at him. Murmurs of doubt began to spread through the crowd.
"Spot's up ta sometin'. It may have sometin' ta do wid his cousin, or he may have just decided Cowboy's moa important ta him dan we are. Whatever it is, I say we find out."
A cheer was raised, and Blood began to chant, "Watch! Watch! Watch!" Everyone in there took up the chant.
Almost everyone. Sneaks, Puck, and a handful of others just sat there, waiting for the din to die down. Once everyone quieted, Sneaks spoke up.
"Watcher, you realize yous is speakin' treason? Dat if Spot eva finds out, yous can get kicked outta hea?" Watcher began to react, but Sneaks continued. "Wat yous're sayin', about Spot bein' in Manhattan moa dan Brooklyn, yous got nothin' ta base it on. Just your suspicions."
Blood glared at Sneaks and answered for Watcher. "Listen, Sneaks, how do you suppose Spot'll find out about our little meetin'? Da only way he might, is if one a us TOLD him. Now are any of yous plannin' on tellin' Spot?" The question was directed to the group. None of them moved. "Good." Blood put his face right in front of Sneaks'. "Are you plannin' on tellin' Spotty about our meetin'?"
The tension in the air was thick as Sneaks and Blood stared each other down. Blood took Sneaks silence as a "no", so he said, "I didn't tink so." He straightened up, and nodded at Watcher.
"Right. So, whedda or not Spot really is up ta sometin', I say we's find out. Yous gotta make shoa he neva leaves none a yous' sights. Make shoa dere's somebody followin' him, whedda he's goin' ta Manhattan or Harlem, Queens, wherever. Just don' lose him. An' report anytin' suspicious ta eida me or Blood. We gotta find out wat's goin' on."
There was a loud silence. Then, for the second time, Blood began the chant.
"Watch! Watch! Watch!"
Even the handful that hadn't been cheering before began this time. Puck was screaming and, after a nudge in the side from Puck, Sneaks took up the cry.
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A/N: That was a boring chapter. The next one's more fun, I promise you. Bleh, I don't like this one...
Review please! I'll love you forever.
Much love and hobbitses,
~Liams Kitten~