Are you as stunned as I am?! I actually updated! It's been a rather long time, eh? Life caught up with me and I didn't even have time to just quickly proofread my story and put it up. But slowly but surely I will get the remaining chapters up. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Things to look out for in this chapter are some instances of my really bizarre humor and a really crappy fighting scene. Criticism welcome!
Alexiel ~ Thank you so much for your sweet comments! Here is an exciting Jack part just for you! Although I'm pretty bad at writing fight scenes, I tried. -_-;;
Kate ~ I really didn't want to tell anyone how many chapters this story turns out to be.. because I know it's going to scare away a lot of people. But since ya asked.. it rounds out into a nice 17 chapters. :o) Thanks for the comments and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Broadway ~ Yes! There is a fight scene with Raymon in here so you're wish has been granted! Although.. do they really beat him up? Hmmm. Anyways, I'm glad you found my cheap shots at David humorous. I thought I was the only one! ^_^
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Selece squirmed like a fish
out of water. She dug her nails into Raymon's thick fingers but to no
avail. The strong male would not let go of her neck. Selece swung
her legs around, trying to make contact with a least one part of the mans body.
But Raymon, in an act of sheer genius, had held Selece an arm's length
away so she could only nick him.
"Now, listen, work fer me and I'll let
ya go! If ya don't agree," Raymon tightened his grip even more.
He could tell the girl wasn't going to last for much longer. But he
didn't want to stop. Watching the poor girl squirm and struggle was one
of the best things that had ever happened to Raymon. He liked knowing he
had the power to just let her die or release her when she was on the brink of
death. He had so much control. "Now, will ya work fer me?
Just answer 'yes' and you and me will be happy." Selece
stopped her pathetic attempts. "Is that a yes?" The girl
lowered her eyes to the ground and Raymon grinned. He released her,
laughing at the loud thud she had created when she hit the ground.
"I knew ya'd come around! Now, yer first customer. How
about one of yer newsie friends?"
Knock Knock.
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Jack walked up the steps; trying to remember the number of the room the
Raymon he was looking for was in. He grumbled, leaning his ear against
every door.
"Rupert, damn you! Does mummy
need to spank you?!" Jack smirked, some lil' bum was getting
disciplined. Jack made a mental note to watch out for any brand-new
newsies named Rupert.
"I'mma sorry, Mama. You know I
didn't mean to," came a sympathetic reply. Jack's eyes bulged out of
his head. Rupert's voice was mighty deep for 'some lil' bum'. Jack
quickly dashed to the next door, shuddering.
"I putted up with your stupidity fer
fourteen yars! Fourteen! And dis is your thanks?!" came a
screaming voice from the next apartment. Jack smirked, this sounded like
it would prove to be interesting.
"Ma'am, it wasn't yer husbands fault.
The machine at the factory grabbed a hold of his sleeve," came an
informative voice.
"Dat bastard! Leavin' I wit'
four cheelden!" screamed the womyn again.
"Please! Don't kick the
corpse!" shouted the earlier informative voice.
"DADDY'S EYE JUST FELL OUT!" came
a scream. The voice sounded like it belonged to a little girl.
Probably the daughter. Jack blinked a few times and decided he
didn't want to stick around. The newsie dashed to the next door in the
hallway.
"I knew ya'd come around! Now,
yer first customer. How about one of yer newsie friends?" came a
happy, dimwitted sounding person. Jack smirked. The word 'newsie'
was spoken so there was the chance this was the room. Jack raised his
right hand and knocked twice on the door.
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"Get the door, Selece," ordered
Raymon as he settled down in his chair. He tapped one enormous finger
against his nose, trying to think of all the people he could get to buy a night
from Selece.
Selece sighed but she hadn't given up.
There was certainly no way she could defeat Raymon psychically but his
half-baked plans had so many ways to get out of it. She just had to wait
and then she'd go back to.. go back to.. Spot.
The girl opened the door. Her eyes
stretched to their limits at the sight of a familiar newsie. Slowly, her
jaw creaked open as Jack held a finger to his lips. He then mouthed the
question 'Do you need help?'
Selece couldn't help but roll her eyes
before she nodded. Jack rolled his eyes in retaliation before stepping
in. Selece backed up, turning to glance at Raymon. The old man
looked like he was trying to figure out the meaning of life with that serious
expression on his face.
"Hey, Raymon," the man jerked out
of his haze at the sound of a new voice. He glanced up to spot a nice
looking boy. Probably near the age of Selece but maybe a little bit
older.
"Who are you?" Raymon yelled.
He glared over at Selece who simply gave him an innocent shrug.
"I'm.. I'm da Cowboy," Jack said
with a smirk. Selece gagged but remained silent.
"Da Cowboy? What the hell?"
Raymon blinked. Jack then also blinked.
"All right, Uhm. Let's go, I dun
think dis man is gonna do nothing," Jack said, grabbing up Selece's hand.
"No, wait!" Selece said.
She knew that just completely walking out was one thing that really
annoyed Raymon but her words came out too late. The temper had been
released.
"Who do you think you are, boy?"
growled out Raymon as he stood from the chair. Jack smirked; this was
more like it. Jack got into a ready fighting stance.
"Argh!" Raymon cried out as he ran for Jack. Jack wasn't
even able to parry as Raymon rammed him right into the wall.
"Keep it down over dere!"
screamed a voice from the apartment next door.
"You shut up, you old hag before I
hang ya!" screamed Raymon, his face crimson. The apartment next door
fell to silence as Jack tried to quickly catch his breath before Raymon
attacked again. Jack wasn't so lucky. "And you, you
little," Raymon grabbed hold of the boys ear, dragging him up.
"You dun know who you're messing with. Do you know who yer messin'
with?"
Selece bit her nails. Then, quickly and
without thinking, lunged for Raymon's back. She wrapped her legs around
his thick sides and began pounding on his back. "Let him go, you big
idiot!" she screamed into his ear then began to attack the soft skin of
his neck with her nails.
Raymon laughed as he continued to hold the
wounded Jack. Raymon reached back with his free arm, grabbing hold of
Selece. He then sent her hurtling into the chair he had just been sitting
in. The girl fell quiet as the chair broke all around her.
"Now, back to you and yer unanswered
question," Raymon said, grinning brightly.
Jack looked over at Selece, grumbling at
what a stupid move that had been. He had half a mind to simply tell
Raymon to keep the girl but he remembered Spot and decided against it.
"An idiot?" Jack said, still
keeping his usual attitude even though his entire body was screaming. To
think one move could do so much.
Raymon smirked, he then grabbed hold of the
boy's neck, letting go of his ear and pinned him to the wall. The larger
male then kneed the younger in the gut, laughing as he heard Jack cry out.
A large fist went hurtling for Jack's face and then went back to his gut.
Raymon flung the boy to the other side of the room, pleasure written all
over him. He skipped merrily over to Jack, squatting down in front of
him, "Are ya hurtin', boy? I think you are. I've more muscle
in me pinky then you got in all of you!"
Jack stared at the man, knowing what he was
saying was true. Not even when he had got Spot angry with him was he ever
in this much pain. And all for what? Some stupid girl that might
actually end up hurting his friend? Jack closed his eyes; everything was
already going black anyways. He didn't want to fight for that girl
anymore. He just wanted the pain in his head to go away.
Jack could hear Raymon laughing. But
he didn't mind. Then suddenly, the laughing took on a new noise.
Almost like he was gurgling on something. The laughing soon stopped
altogether and was replaced by mere gasps.
"I told you, Raymon. I'd kill
you," came a voice. It was dark, foreboding and monotonous.
Jack could feel shivers run up his spine. The voice was so
merciless, so unfeeling that he knew he must be next.
"Jack, Jack, are you alright?"
came another voice. It sounded similar but warmer, softer.
"Jack, don't go to sleep. Open yer eyes. C'mon, Jack."
"Uhm! You was here! Geez,
what was takin' you and Jack so long? I got so worried 'bout ya two I had
to come chec-.. Jack?! What happened to Jack?!" came a new voice.
It was Spot. Jack was sure of it. The Manhattan newsie
cracked a smile even though he couldn't see his friend.
"Raymon hurt him. Spot, help me
get him up," came the female voice. It was Uhm, Selece, whatever.
Jack didn't care what her name was anymore. He couldn't even
remember what she had looked like.
"Okay," came Spot's voice.
It sounded meeker then usual. Spot was never commanded around. Something
bad must be happening. But what was wrong? Jack couldn't put his
finger on it. Something was wrong here. And why.. why was it so
cold?
"I got his head, careful careful.
His ribs might be hurt real bad," Selece spoke. Whose ribs were
hurt? Whose?! Jack tried to move to see who was injured.
Whoever it was, he'd have to help them. "Don't move, Jack!
Just talk to us.. don't fall asleep, okay?"
"Who are you?" murmured Jack. He
felt like he was flying. He'd never flown before. Was it possible
to fly? Maybe he'd fly tomorrow but right now, all he wanted to do was
sleep.
"I'm Uhm, Jack. Jack?
Slower on the steps, Spot. Jack, are you still with me?" came
Selece's voice. It sounded so urgent, so scared. Jack giggled,
wondering what the girl was so worked up about.
"No, I'm not wit' cha.. whacha gonna
do 'bout it?"
"Well, if he's well enough to make
jokes, he's not that bad off," came Spot's voice. There was a hint
of laughter in the boy's voice. Jack wondered when Spot had turned
Irish. Spot never sounded Irish before.
"Alright, Spot, where are all your
newsies? They're gonna have to help us carry him to Manhattan."
"Why the hell would we go all the way
to Manhattan? Brooklyn has doctors!" Spot said, almost angry.
Jack giggled again seeing Selece must have damaged Spot's Brooklyn pride.
That boy was so silly, getting all upset about simple things like that.
"Yeah, but Brooklyn doesn't have his
friends," Selece murmured. Jack thought he heard Spot say something
but wasn't sure. Jack suddenly felt himself being lowered onto something
warm. It reminded him of when he was little and he would rest his head on
his mother's lap.
"Mum?" Jack croaked out, trying
hard to see his mother's face in the darkness.
"Here, wear my hat. That
way no one will try to pick a fight with you," Spot said. Jack heard
footsteps running down the street and knew he was now alone except for...
"Mum?" he asked again.
"Yeah, Mum's here," came a soft
gentle female voice. Jack smiled as his mother ran her fingers through
his hair. "Jack, do me a favor. Don't go to sleep, okay?"
"I'll try, Mum. I'll try real
hard. But Mum, my name isn't Jack, remember?"
"Yes, honey, I remember."
Selece continued speaking with Jack,
running her fingers through his greasy hair. She continually asked him not to
fall asleep and knew he was trying his hardest. But Raymon had hit him
pretty hard. Selece watched as slowly a pair of cops walked by. She
snorted, not surprised by the fact they hadn't stopped to ask if they could
help her.
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"Spot, listen, dere's something
important I've got ta tell ya."
"It'll have ta wait, Bullseye.
We gotta get Jack ta Manhattan."
"But," Bullseye trailed off.
"How we gonna get 'im back?"
"Carry him?" Selece offered.
"We gonna die," complained
Bullseye as Jack felt himself flying again. "We neva gonna make it
'cross the bridge. Jack's too 'eavy."
"Yeah, Uhm. Mebbe we should just
stay here," Spot mumbled.
"Argh, I guess. But if something
happens, I wish some of his Manhattan friends were here," Selece sighed.
Jack giggled again. Nothing was making sense anymore.
Everything was starting to sound weird. Maybe if he went to sleep,
everything would clear up. Sleep sounded good actually but no, Mum said
not to.
"No! No, let's just go to
Manhattan. We already on da bridge anyways," came Bullseye.
The pace suddenly seemed to quicken. Everyone fell into silence
save for Selece constantly telling Jack to stay awake. Just.. to stay
awake.
Will Jack stay awake?
What is this important thing Bullseye has to tell Spot?
And will this story ever actually be worth yer time?!
Find answers to these puzzling questions plus much more in the dramatic next part of..
THE..
STORY..
OF..
UHM!!!!!!!!!!!
