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That's everyone…Hope everyone still likes the fic and I hope to keep hearing from all of you!
See ya at the end
Wallace followed Frank down the streets keeping a sharp eye for anyone who might try and bump into him. They stopped in front of a small building with a puppet hanging in front that had a sign around its neck that read 'Satan's Circus'
"Come on," Frankie said gesturing for Wallace to follow him inside. Inside Wallace was hit with all new scenery. It was smoky inside and very crowded, the stench of smoke sent Wallace coughing; the smell of alcohol was strong reminding Wallace of the pubs back home so did the sounds, the sound of people yelling and cheering and laughing…and singing!
"As I walked down to Chattem Street a fair maid I did meet she asked me to see her home she lived in Bleaker Street. Tell me way assenti my dear Annie" Wallace looked towards the sound of the singing; he had heard that song before or something like it. A man was singing, walking around singing it at the top of his lungs. "Oh you New Yerk girls cant ya dance the polka!" Frankie saw the look on Wallace's face
"Like the song Boyo?"
"Aye" he answered
"Come on cant keep the Butcher waitin," as they headed into a back room, they passed a pen where men where hanging around it with a dog attacking a whole load of rats. He looked at Frank curious; he had heard about rat fights but had never seen one. Didn't seem right to Wallace, to him dogs served a better purpose then fighting. They should protect the home Frank shrugged and shook his head; "I don't 'gree with it neither Boyo, t'isnt right, but welcome to America Wallace, that's the way things are done here," they entered the back room where a group of men sat around the small table playing cards.
"Well, well, well, if it aint Frankie," the man nearest the fire place said. "How ya been boy?"
"Cant complain Bill, pretty good pickin's out there, brung it ta ya." Bill leaned foreword and examined the pile of goods Frank took out from his pockets and under his hat.
"This is very good very good indeed, you're a good boy Frankie," Wallace watched quietly from the side looking around at the place, a picture frame on the mantel caught his eye; he couldn't really read what it said. He was staring at it leaning forward a little trying to read the writing on it; he was doing just that when Bill noticed him. "Friend of yours?"
"Ya right off the boats, hadn't been off the cobblestone 'fore he was diggin in a man's pocket." Bill nodded and gestured for Wallace to come closer.
"Divin right in huh boy? You've got some gut for an Irish." Wallace knew this probably wasn't the best place for his temper to get the best of him, but he was getting sick of being called an Irish.
"I aint no bleedin Irish," he said loudly Bill looked at Frank who looked from Bill to Wallace hurriedly. Wallace bit his bottom lip and could feel his body start to shake, not from anger but from fear. Bill stood up and walked over to Wallace who took a step back.
"You do got guts boy, where you from?" Bill said leaning down staring right at Wallace, who couldn't take his eyes off the glass eagle eye Bill had "I asked you a question."
"Scotland sir," Wallace said trying his best too keep his voice steady hiding the fear that he felt racing throughout his body. "'ighlands," Bill nodded and suddenly began laughing all the others seated around him also began laughing more slowly and cautiously keeping an eye on Bill. Bill turned to Wallace still laughing suddenly he stopped and waved his hand everyone else ceased laughing as well.
"Never met a Scottie," he said he stood up and moved closer to Wallace, he put his hand on the back of Wallace's head and stared at the boy. Once again Wallace could not stop staring at the eagle in the glass eye. He bit his lip and swallowed nervously "are all Scots gutsie as well boy?" Bill asked softly leading Wallace into a corner of the room near the fireplace. Wallace nodded slowly
"Aye, we 'ave to be,"
"Whys that?"
"England sir, they take our 'omes an' lands fer themselves, actin' like jus' 'cause we're 'part of their island they can own us, been goin' on fer centauries. We've been fightin' 'em fer centuaries too aint 'elped 'tall, we're still not free." Again Bill started laughing this time it was more of a silent laughter, he patted Wallace's shoulders.
"That's the way it is here in New York boy, the Irish come in here take everything from us true Americans." Wallace couldn't help but smile; this guy felt the same way he did about outsiders destroying people's homes and ways of life. Wait a moment, Wallace felt his face pale he was an outsider to America, did that mean Bill thought he was no better then the Irish. "I'm so glad to find someone who shares my beliefs, you got a name Scottie?"
"Aye, Wallace, Wallace McClintock,"
"Well Wallace, how would you like to work for me?"
"I'd be 'onoured sir,"
"Good boy, let me lay things right out for ya," Wallace nodded
"Yes sir,"
"First off, if your gonna be workin' alone half your lot goes to me, that helps me take care of ya give ya a place to sleep and keep ya safe from the other gangs and the law. Lessen you want to be spendin' the rest of your childhood at Hell Gate." Wallace quickly shook his head that was the last place he wanted to go to. "All right then, rule number two, never come in here to see me empty handed, I like ya so you get away with it this time, next time you better damn come with something, understand?"
"Aye sir," Wallace paused for a moment thinking before deciding that maybe it be best to give Bill what he did have "may I say somthin' sir?" Bill nodded "I didn't come in empty 'anded I've got the timepiece I lifted and there's some money in the man's purse, only I don't know 'ow much I don't know 'merican money yet so I couldn't figure it, it's loaded with coins though." Bill grinned
"Lemme see the timepiece," Wallace reached into his bag and lifted out the timepiece and held it up to Bill who took it
"This is very nice very nice indeed."
"Do you want the money as well?"
"Since you where honest enough to tell me you had something for me I'll let you keep the money, hang on to it and next time you come in I'll teach you about American money."
"Really?"
"You have my word,"
"Thank ye sir,"
"Can you read Wallace?"
"Aye sir,"
"And write?"
"Aye, aint so good at the spellin' part though,"
"You seem like a smart lad, that's good." Bill patted Wallace on the head then placed his hand on Wallace's shoulder before turning to Frank, his hands still rested on the boy's shoulder. "Frankie,"
"Aye Bill?"
"Take our young friend here, bring him to Miss Charlotte, tell her I sent ya,"
"Yes Bill," Bill looked down at Wallace again
"You'll be in good hands with Miss Charlotte, she'll give ya a place to sleep and you don't gotta pay her nothin'
"Nothin' sir?"
"Nothin' I take care of it when I take in half your loot, see how it works?"
"Aye I do sir,"
"Good, every other day you come in here and give me half of what you make. Who knows if you do a good job you might get promoted and assist me," He patted Wallace's shoulders and nodded at Frankie who gestured for Wallace to follow. Wallace nodded at Bill and followed Frank out into the streets.
"Ya definitely lucked out in there boyo, Bill usually don't take to anyone who aint a native that quickly."
"Aye, but what does 'e mean 'bout Natives?"
"Bill's got his own gang called the Natives, only born Americans are in it, They own the five points, did ya notice the frame on the mantel behind Bill?" Wallace nodded
"Aye, couldn't read it though, was to far 'way,"
"That man was Priest Vallon, ten years ago the Irish tried to take the Five Pints away from the natives, right out in front of the Old Brewery was a huge fight. Natives where a large gang and a group of Irish gangs joined up together, it was led by a gang that's been outlawed since," Frank pulled Wallace closer and lowered his voice to a very soft whisper "called the Dead Rabbits,"
"Dead Rabbits?!" Wallace exclaimed Frank quickly slapped his hand over Wallace's mouth
"Shh, I told ya they's was outlawed, no ones ever supposed to speak it, Bill's the one who outlawed them after the fight. He'll make any man who even speaks 'bout them regret they even heard of them."
"Sorry,"
"Its ok, anyways, the fight was going pretty good I guess, it was breakin' 'bout even with the killin' one pint the Irish where even winnin' then it came down to the gang leaders Priest Vallon for the Irish and Bill the Butcher for the natives, Bill killed Priest and regained the Pints." Wallace didn't know what to say, he silently followed Frank down the street. They stopped in front of a crowded decrepit building with the faded words Old Brewery on a sign. "Happened right here Boyo," Frank said gesturing to the space in front of the building.
"Really?"
"Aye,"
"Bloody Bastards!" a man's voice shouted causing Wallace to jump, Frank grinned wide looking towards a huge crowd that had gathered on the other side of the fence.
"A gang fight!" he shouted cheering "'bout bloody time, hasn't been a good show in ages, come on Wallace," he said grabbing Wallace's arm and dragging him down the street.
"Oy Frankie!" a boy about Frank's age ran up to them "Gonna be a glorious fight!"
"Who is it?"
"Plug Uglies versus Forty Thieves, Uglies lookin' to add to their territory movin onto the Thieves!" They reached the fence and Frank and the other boy climbed up into an old tree, then Frank reached down and pulled Wallace up.
"Jimmy this is Wallace just off the boat with a shit load of guts," Jimmy grinned and stuck out his hand to Wallace
"Nice to meet ya," Wallace nodded and shook Jimmy's hand
"Aye you two," One of the Plug Uglies nailed a Thieve with a board then the two of them where on the ground wrestling around.
"This is ours go home ya thieving bastard!" the man with the hat replied something in Galeic. Wallace didn't know what he had said but whatever it was it had really pissed off the Thieve who whipped out a knife and stabbed him.
"OY!" Jimmy shouted standing up "send him to meet his maker Tre!" the man called Tre looked up at the boys and grinned
"Hoy Jimmy Frankie! Come to watch the show?"
"Yea! Now get on with it you ass!" Frankie shouted grinning wide; Tre nodded and slit the guy's throat. Wallace felt the color drain from his face; he had never seen so much blood and had never seen someone die like that. He suddenly felt sick; he turned away from Frank and Jim and spat out the taste in his mouth.
"You ok Wallace?"
"Aye, jus'-"
"Don't worry 'bout it you'll get used to it, happens all the time 'round here."
A shrill whistle broke through the shouts and swearing, a group of men dressed in blue carrying clubs ran down towards them.
"This show's getting' better and better, oy Frank?"
"Aye tis,"
"Who are they?" Wallace dared ask
"The cops, those be the metropolitan this is really shapin' up to be a grand fight," Frank said patting Wallace on the back. Now the cops joined into the fight, hitting whoever got in their way with the clubs they carried, still tooting on their whistles. Apart of Wallace felt frightened about all that was going on, but the rest of him was intrigued this WAS pretty interesting, Frankie was right it was grand.
It wasn't long however before the fight began to break up, the apparent winners were the Forty Thieves keeping their terriortir and sending the Plug Uglies and the police to fight amonst themselves.
"So is Wallace joinin' us then Frank?" Jimmy asked Frank looked at Wallace then shrugged
"Maybe, not right now though, Bill's got him goin solo for a while, he's pretty good on the streets. Lifted a timepiece and a purse off a man when he hadn't been off the cobblestone, just stepped off the boat and was goin' for the pickens."
"Aye I hears ye," Jimmy said, he looked at Wallace and stuck out his hand "iffen you ever wanna join our gang Wallace, just talk to me or Frank, we getcha in aye boyo?" Wallace nodded and shook Frank's hand.
"Aye, I will," and with that Jim tapped his hat before walking off down the street.
"Come on, lets go see Miss Charlotte." Wallace nodded and followed Frank down the crowded street, unable to stop from staring at the sights all around him.
Well I got Bill in there and I got a gang fight in as well…hope I didn't screw up the fight very much…Anyways like I said…this may be the last update for a while…cause I'm totally stuck at what to do next for this…If anyone has any ideas I'd greatly appreciate them!
Anyways…flames not welcome but Constructive criticism and regular reviews are all ways welcome!
Later people
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