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Rats!), and I don't actually own this story, my talented friend, Kristina,
does(she, too, is a lucky rat!) and I am merely doing her a favor! But, I
actually DO own Tig and Annabelle, others as well, but you have to wait for
the sequel! So, for these reasons, don't sue me!
Summary: Marie 'Target' McCoy is a loveable tomboy who lives and sells with the Manhatten Newsies. She starts to date Spot Conlon, but what happens when her heart starts to belong to another newsie that she's known for years? NOT A MARY SUE!!! Skit/Target, Mush/Tig, Jack/OC
Rating: PG-13
Skittery flung open the doors of the court room and let himself and three dozen of his close friends in.
"What is this?" Judge Morgan asked from behind his stand.
"When is the examination of Targ.Marie McCoy being held?" Tig shouted. Spot made his way over to the group of Newsies.
"It's beginning now. Who are you?" he asked.
"Part of this case, Your Honor! I can prove Miss McCoy is innocent," Tig exclaimed, stepping forward.
"Go get 'em, sweetie," Mush whispered to her. Just then, the two policemen brought out a battered, bloody girl-one man had bandages on his nose. Target lifted her head, she was so happy to see Tig and the fellas standing in the doorway. Marie freed herself from the grip of the officers. She ran to Tig without hesitation and flung her arms around her as if she hadn't seen her friend in a lifetime. The rest of the guys surrounded Target and embraced her with hugs and kisses, but Target remained attached to Lily. They were more than friends now, they were like sisters.
"My God, what happened?" Tig asked, touching the gash above Target's eyebrow.
"You'se didn't think I'se was goin' down witout a fight, did ya?" asked Marie. The boys laughed. "I even re-broke dat fella's nose," she continued laughing and talking.
"I'm so glad you'se guys came," Marie said, giving Lily another hug.
In the front left-hand corner of the room, the officer with light hair was laughing at his partner with the broken nose.
"Shut up, Harry," the man said.
"I can't believe you let a girl break your nose," he said, snickering. "TWICE!"
"Lucky punch!"
"Yeah, right," Harry said, looking away.
"I'm so sorry I got you into all of this," Tig said apologetically.
"It ain't your fault," she paused. "Well, yeah, it is, but...no worries 'ey," she explained.
All the Newsies around her stopped laughing suddenly. The smile fell from Target's face. She could tell they weren't looking at her, but to someone or something behind her. Target slowly turned around, blood trickled from her forehead, traveling down the side of her face. She stood face to face with Spot Conlon.
"Dat's a nice shina you'se got dare," Spot calmly said. Target looked at his left cheek.
"See you'se got one, too, Mr. Big Shot," she said, putting her arms around his neck so he wouldn't think anything strange was going on. "You'se wanna tell me how you'se got it?" asked Target as Spot held her around the waist. It made her terribly uncomfortable.
"Later," he said, leaning in to kiss her. She pulled away and they heard the smash of the judge's gavel. The two officers walked over to Marie.
"Gotta go!" she explained and walked up the center aisle. The light haired officer tried to grab her arm and escort her to the judge. "You'se lay a hand on me and I'll break your nose, just like your buddy over dare," the man backed away quickly.
"Take a seat," the judge ordered, pointing to the gang in the back. "You, young lady, come forward," he said to Lily. The boys sat in the court pews and reflected on how to go about the case. The old woman walked through the side door towards the front of the room and sat down. Target shot a look of hatred at her.
"This young lady has killed a man! I don't see why we have to go through all this," the hag squealed. Target stood up.
"Listen lady, you'se don't even know what happened, so I'se don't know why you'se is accusin' people! You'se didn't even heah da whole story, so why don't you'se just sit down and shut your yap!" ordered Target.
"Such disrespect! Throw her in jail!" the woman protested.
"Ah, sit down!" ordered the Newsies in unison. Judge Monahan smacked the gavel once more.
"Quiet, quiet! Let's begin. This is the trial of Miss Marie Annabelle McCoy," the boys laughed.
"Shut up fellas," Target was laughing as well.
"She has been accused of murder, resisting arrest, and striking an officer," he looked up at Target. "Correct?"
"Yeah, but can I'se tell me side of da story before we'se gets crazy heah?" asked Marie. The judge nodded and agreed. "Thank you'se your honor, and by da way, have you'se lost weight? You'se is lookin' handsome taday," the boys were still chuckling.
"Don't try that with me, Miss McCoy. Call your witness."
"Yes, sir. I'd like ta call Miss Lily Matthews. A primary source your honor, da victim," Lily got up from her seat between Skittery and Mush.
"Victim? It doesn't say anything about a victim," Judge Monahan companied.
"Ah! Dat's cause you'se don't know da whole story. Miss Matthews, please approach da stand," Target said.
As Lily passed Marie, she stopped and said, "You actually sound like you know what you're talking about."
Target smiled and placed her hands behind her back. "Scary isn't it?" asked Marie. They both giggled. Turning, they saw the blond officer with his finger up his nose. "Diggin' for gold dare Blondie?" yelled Target, drawing attention to the man in the corner. Laughter boomed through the courtroom, the judge was even over come with laughter.
"Okay, approach the stand," said the judge, slamming his gavel on the desk. The noise ceased when Tig sat down. "Place your right hand on the Bible and your other in the air."
Tig did as she was told.
"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?" asked the judge
"I do," exclaimed Lily, folding her hands in her lap.
"Miss Matthews, did Miss Marie McCoy kill a man on June 28, only one day ago?" asked Judge Monahan.
"She did."
"Was it an act of self-defense?"
"It was."
"Were you attacked by this man named Fredrick Donley, who they called Freddy?"
"I was."
"How so?" he questioned.
"Miss. McCoy and myself were walking home for a restaurant called Tibby's late last night. We had reached her home first. I only lived a few blocks away, so she waited at the doorway to see that I made it home safely," Tig explained. "So I started home, and this Fredrick Donley jumped out of the alley way to my left and tried to molest me. Marie saw this and did what any decent human would do."
"And what's that?"
"She saved my life your honor. She saved my life from some guy who was looking for a little action," she stood up. "Is it so wrong that the world is rid of a man like Fredrick Donley?"
"What evidence do you have of this act?"
"Evidence, did it look like I had time to gather evidence? I have bruises on my skin from when this man attacked me," she pulled up her sleeve to reveal a giant black and green mark on her forearm."What more do you want?" Tig shouted.
"Please calm down, Miss Matthews," he paused. "Without hard evidence, we must sentence Miss McCoy to four months confinement in the House of Refuge."
"What!" McCoy yelled. "Dat' ain't fair! What da hell's wrong wit you'se? Dat' ain't fair!" she shouted, trying to loosen the grip of the officers' grasp. The newsboys shouted and protested against the judge's decision. They stood up and slammed on the wooden benches in front of them. Judge Morgan struck the gavel again; the Newsies were out of control. Target was in the front corner of the room trying to pry herself free from the officers.
"Self defense ain't no crime and you'se know it!" Marie yelled as the officers drug her into a separate room.
"I'se object!" yelled Spot over the crowd.
"On what grounds?"
"You'se know damn well on what grounds! Set her free!"
"Move it along," ordered the judge. The boys in the background were filled with anger.
Everyone was shouting and yelling, "Let her go! Free her!"
They stormed out of the courtroom, arguing and disappointed. A few raindrops fell from the sky. Skittery stopped the crowd in the middle of the street.
"We'se bustin' Target out midnight tanight."
"Who says you'se is callin' da shots?" Spot asked.
"No one, but you'se wants her back, don't ya? So we'se gotta woik togetha, so listen up!" Skittery commanded. Everyone listened real well to what Skittery had to say. "You'se and Davie rememba how you'se tried to get Crutchy a few years back?" he questioned Jack.
"Yeah," he replied.
"Well there you'se go! We'se gettin' Target back da same way."
"You mean Sweetheart," corrected Spot.
"Whatever, Target, Sweetheart, same person!" Skit explained.
Hours passed as the Newsies prepared for the long night ahead. People were given specific instructions on what to do, where to do it, and what to do if they were spotted.
"You'se ready, Jackie-Boy?" asked Skittery, lighting his cigarette.
"Ready as I'll eva be," Jack responded.
"Skit?" a sweet voice said. He turned to see Tig. "Mush and I aren't going to join you. We're going to watch out back here," she explained.
"A'ight, whatever," he stopped, getting an idea. "Just don't do anything I'se wouldn't do," he winked at both her and Mush.
****** Hey you guys! Hope everything is well with everybody, and if not, you're in my prayers! Anywho, I haven't been able to upload this chapter when I wanted to because of just having Mid-Terms last week and now I have to do National History Day (not to mention that my computer sucks a** right now), so I'm trying to get it in ASAP! Hope you enjoyed and I'm working on Chapter 7 right as you're reading this message (or maybe I've uploaded it! LOL I don't know!) Also, before I leave, remember to R/R! Thanks!
JustDuck: I haven't told her anything bad, she's just so used to hearing about you being the first person to review the latest chapter and asks if you have responded yet and I tell her what you wrote! I promise, there's nothing bad or mean I could say about you!
Brook-goil: Glad you enjoyed it!
my dog at my penname: Thanks for reviewing and we both hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Summary: Marie 'Target' McCoy is a loveable tomboy who lives and sells with the Manhatten Newsies. She starts to date Spot Conlon, but what happens when her heart starts to belong to another newsie that she's known for years? NOT A MARY SUE!!! Skit/Target, Mush/Tig, Jack/OC
Rating: PG-13
Skittery flung open the doors of the court room and let himself and three dozen of his close friends in.
"What is this?" Judge Morgan asked from behind his stand.
"When is the examination of Targ.Marie McCoy being held?" Tig shouted. Spot made his way over to the group of Newsies.
"It's beginning now. Who are you?" he asked.
"Part of this case, Your Honor! I can prove Miss McCoy is innocent," Tig exclaimed, stepping forward.
"Go get 'em, sweetie," Mush whispered to her. Just then, the two policemen brought out a battered, bloody girl-one man had bandages on his nose. Target lifted her head, she was so happy to see Tig and the fellas standing in the doorway. Marie freed herself from the grip of the officers. She ran to Tig without hesitation and flung her arms around her as if she hadn't seen her friend in a lifetime. The rest of the guys surrounded Target and embraced her with hugs and kisses, but Target remained attached to Lily. They were more than friends now, they were like sisters.
"My God, what happened?" Tig asked, touching the gash above Target's eyebrow.
"You'se didn't think I'se was goin' down witout a fight, did ya?" asked Marie. The boys laughed. "I even re-broke dat fella's nose," she continued laughing and talking.
"I'm so glad you'se guys came," Marie said, giving Lily another hug.
In the front left-hand corner of the room, the officer with light hair was laughing at his partner with the broken nose.
"Shut up, Harry," the man said.
"I can't believe you let a girl break your nose," he said, snickering. "TWICE!"
"Lucky punch!"
"Yeah, right," Harry said, looking away.
"I'm so sorry I got you into all of this," Tig said apologetically.
"It ain't your fault," she paused. "Well, yeah, it is, but...no worries 'ey," she explained.
All the Newsies around her stopped laughing suddenly. The smile fell from Target's face. She could tell they weren't looking at her, but to someone or something behind her. Target slowly turned around, blood trickled from her forehead, traveling down the side of her face. She stood face to face with Spot Conlon.
"Dat's a nice shina you'se got dare," Spot calmly said. Target looked at his left cheek.
"See you'se got one, too, Mr. Big Shot," she said, putting her arms around his neck so he wouldn't think anything strange was going on. "You'se wanna tell me how you'se got it?" asked Target as Spot held her around the waist. It made her terribly uncomfortable.
"Later," he said, leaning in to kiss her. She pulled away and they heard the smash of the judge's gavel. The two officers walked over to Marie.
"Gotta go!" she explained and walked up the center aisle. The light haired officer tried to grab her arm and escort her to the judge. "You'se lay a hand on me and I'll break your nose, just like your buddy over dare," the man backed away quickly.
"Take a seat," the judge ordered, pointing to the gang in the back. "You, young lady, come forward," he said to Lily. The boys sat in the court pews and reflected on how to go about the case. The old woman walked through the side door towards the front of the room and sat down. Target shot a look of hatred at her.
"This young lady has killed a man! I don't see why we have to go through all this," the hag squealed. Target stood up.
"Listen lady, you'se don't even know what happened, so I'se don't know why you'se is accusin' people! You'se didn't even heah da whole story, so why don't you'se just sit down and shut your yap!" ordered Target.
"Such disrespect! Throw her in jail!" the woman protested.
"Ah, sit down!" ordered the Newsies in unison. Judge Monahan smacked the gavel once more.
"Quiet, quiet! Let's begin. This is the trial of Miss Marie Annabelle McCoy," the boys laughed.
"Shut up fellas," Target was laughing as well.
"She has been accused of murder, resisting arrest, and striking an officer," he looked up at Target. "Correct?"
"Yeah, but can I'se tell me side of da story before we'se gets crazy heah?" asked Marie. The judge nodded and agreed. "Thank you'se your honor, and by da way, have you'se lost weight? You'se is lookin' handsome taday," the boys were still chuckling.
"Don't try that with me, Miss McCoy. Call your witness."
"Yes, sir. I'd like ta call Miss Lily Matthews. A primary source your honor, da victim," Lily got up from her seat between Skittery and Mush.
"Victim? It doesn't say anything about a victim," Judge Monahan companied.
"Ah! Dat's cause you'se don't know da whole story. Miss Matthews, please approach da stand," Target said.
As Lily passed Marie, she stopped and said, "You actually sound like you know what you're talking about."
Target smiled and placed her hands behind her back. "Scary isn't it?" asked Marie. They both giggled. Turning, they saw the blond officer with his finger up his nose. "Diggin' for gold dare Blondie?" yelled Target, drawing attention to the man in the corner. Laughter boomed through the courtroom, the judge was even over come with laughter.
"Okay, approach the stand," said the judge, slamming his gavel on the desk. The noise ceased when Tig sat down. "Place your right hand on the Bible and your other in the air."
Tig did as she was told.
"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?" asked the judge
"I do," exclaimed Lily, folding her hands in her lap.
"Miss Matthews, did Miss Marie McCoy kill a man on June 28, only one day ago?" asked Judge Monahan.
"She did."
"Was it an act of self-defense?"
"It was."
"Were you attacked by this man named Fredrick Donley, who they called Freddy?"
"I was."
"How so?" he questioned.
"Miss. McCoy and myself were walking home for a restaurant called Tibby's late last night. We had reached her home first. I only lived a few blocks away, so she waited at the doorway to see that I made it home safely," Tig explained. "So I started home, and this Fredrick Donley jumped out of the alley way to my left and tried to molest me. Marie saw this and did what any decent human would do."
"And what's that?"
"She saved my life your honor. She saved my life from some guy who was looking for a little action," she stood up. "Is it so wrong that the world is rid of a man like Fredrick Donley?"
"What evidence do you have of this act?"
"Evidence, did it look like I had time to gather evidence? I have bruises on my skin from when this man attacked me," she pulled up her sleeve to reveal a giant black and green mark on her forearm."What more do you want?" Tig shouted.
"Please calm down, Miss Matthews," he paused. "Without hard evidence, we must sentence Miss McCoy to four months confinement in the House of Refuge."
"What!" McCoy yelled. "Dat' ain't fair! What da hell's wrong wit you'se? Dat' ain't fair!" she shouted, trying to loosen the grip of the officers' grasp. The newsboys shouted and protested against the judge's decision. They stood up and slammed on the wooden benches in front of them. Judge Morgan struck the gavel again; the Newsies were out of control. Target was in the front corner of the room trying to pry herself free from the officers.
"Self defense ain't no crime and you'se know it!" Marie yelled as the officers drug her into a separate room.
"I'se object!" yelled Spot over the crowd.
"On what grounds?"
"You'se know damn well on what grounds! Set her free!"
"Move it along," ordered the judge. The boys in the background were filled with anger.
Everyone was shouting and yelling, "Let her go! Free her!"
They stormed out of the courtroom, arguing and disappointed. A few raindrops fell from the sky. Skittery stopped the crowd in the middle of the street.
"We'se bustin' Target out midnight tanight."
"Who says you'se is callin' da shots?" Spot asked.
"No one, but you'se wants her back, don't ya? So we'se gotta woik togetha, so listen up!" Skittery commanded. Everyone listened real well to what Skittery had to say. "You'se and Davie rememba how you'se tried to get Crutchy a few years back?" he questioned Jack.
"Yeah," he replied.
"Well there you'se go! We'se gettin' Target back da same way."
"You mean Sweetheart," corrected Spot.
"Whatever, Target, Sweetheart, same person!" Skit explained.
Hours passed as the Newsies prepared for the long night ahead. People were given specific instructions on what to do, where to do it, and what to do if they were spotted.
"You'se ready, Jackie-Boy?" asked Skittery, lighting his cigarette.
"Ready as I'll eva be," Jack responded.
"Skit?" a sweet voice said. He turned to see Tig. "Mush and I aren't going to join you. We're going to watch out back here," she explained.
"A'ight, whatever," he stopped, getting an idea. "Just don't do anything I'se wouldn't do," he winked at both her and Mush.
****** Hey you guys! Hope everything is well with everybody, and if not, you're in my prayers! Anywho, I haven't been able to upload this chapter when I wanted to because of just having Mid-Terms last week and now I have to do National History Day (not to mention that my computer sucks a** right now), so I'm trying to get it in ASAP! Hope you enjoyed and I'm working on Chapter 7 right as you're reading this message (or maybe I've uploaded it! LOL I don't know!) Also, before I leave, remember to R/R! Thanks!
JustDuck: I haven't told her anything bad, she's just so used to hearing about you being the first person to review the latest chapter and asks if you have responded yet and I tell her what you wrote! I promise, there's nothing bad or mean I could say about you!
Brook-goil: Glad you enjoyed it!
my dog at my penname: Thanks for reviewing and we both hope you enjoyed this chapter!