Disclaimer: Yes, I don't own any of the Newsies. Only their movements in the story are a creation in my mind.
A.N. This one is so short! Teaser Chapter.
A Dangerous Type Hero
"Well, well. Would ya lookie here? Jackie-boy and his newsies talkin intellectual like. The Worlds gonna have trouble," A short boy grinned as he strut into the diner. The diner had been taken over by a ragged army of newsboys looking for a cheap meal which had been intrupted when a small boy had scrurried in moments before with a black eye and an incredoulous look. It was this that had brought the "world-famous" Spot Conlons to Manhatten. The boys look up and greet the new comer enthuastically.
"Hiya Spot, hows it rollin?" Jack greeted.
"Not too bad, but whats this news my little birds keeps chirpin? Someone's come to town to play hero. But somehow they don't quite know who or where this hero type seems to be," Spot drawled.
"We don't know well either, just somethan that we's tryin to get outta Snipes here" Jack gestured to the small boy.
"So's its Snipers that ran into that legend?" Spot asked, prompting him.
"I'm tellin you'se guys, I ran into those Delancys. They're still sore about the Strike. Oscar grabs me arms and then Morris starts pounded me. Then this boy no bigger than a mouse comes and throws Morris off. Morris and Oscar rushes the guy, but they get thrown as soon as gets near. I ain't seen nothing like it. Morris and Oscar beat it, and the boy picks me up and says one word 'OK?' I said 'yes' and then asked 'whos are you' 'I'm de thorns' the boy says and then runs off. Then you'se guys come and I'm here."
"That's all de boy said, 'I'm Dethorns' what kind of answer is dat?" Spot asked incredulous.
"I don't know Spot, but dat's de only answer I'se got" Snipeshooter sighed.
"Dat ain't good enough! We's gotta know! Know whats going on and who's think that they can save the world" Spot proclaimed.
"Ain't nothing that can do that!" Jack added.
"We know that, but I guess theys don't! What did this Dethorns look like?" Spot asked Snipes.
"Real lil' and small. It was dark. I couldn't see his face"
"Well whats his voice sound like" Jack asked irritated.
"Real thin and young, the voice was too high for someone really old" Snipeshooter said slowly.
"So... Oscar and Morris was beaten up by a lil' and small, high voiced, young boy, plus all the bullies of New York are shakin from the buzz." Spot muttered.
"Maybe his from another bourogh?" Racetrack suggested.
"Nah, I checked that out too... nobodys heard of Dethorns" Spot admitted.
"I wonder where he stays..." Jack began.