Blood Drips...Again.
By: AmbrLupin
Chapter One: To catch oneself a newsie
Rated: M (big time)
Summary: Apparently, a few of the 'dead' cast member of Blood Drips are...unsatisfied with the ending of the story, and they decide to rewrite it, better than ever. Beware, good children- Don Knotts is back! (A Blood Drips on Newsies Square fanfic) charadeath!torture!
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A/N: OKAY! Welcome back, and a big thank you to all of our reviewers! SUPPORT BD EVERYONE! Woot! ANYWAY, there are a few chars in here you may or may not know. Now, Ele Keats would be Sarah Jacobs, Robert (Rob) Feeney, would be Snoddy (and yes, Ele and Rob DID go out while they were filming), and William Reynolds was the film editor...Now, on to our ever so wonderfully commentary, shall we?
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Max: For those of us whom met with gruesome, untimely demises in the original Blood Drips-
Ivan: Heck yeah! What the heck WAS that? Stabbin me to death? STABBIN! They couldn't come up with something more creative!
Max: Anyway, what I was tryin to say, is that we feel that we were wronged-
Trey: Those jerks! Just gettin blown up isn't enough for them. We're gonna take away the explosives and do it OUR way!
Max: WILL YOU STOP INTERRUPTING ME! Thank you! As I was saying, be prepared for even more death, more torture and...and...guess thats it.
Trey: Thats it? Thats your oh-so-wonderful speech?
Ivan: Man, that sucked!
Max: THAT'S IT! -tackles-
Don Knotts: They're insane, aren't they? I swear, they cant act normal to save their...well they cant act normal. Now on with the show!
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"Mornin Gabe!"
Gabriel Damon, halfway into his 'Spot' costume, blinked a bleary good morning to a rather hyper looking Aaron, who stood in the doorway of his trailer. Raising his eyebrow he tugged on one of his boots.
"What's up, Lohr?" Gabe was not a morning person, thus, he was quite the sassy and unruly child so early in the morning. "Shouldn't you be on set...Somewhere away from me?"
Aaron just laughed, "Aw, come on! Its time for breakfast. Even you cant's say no to breakfast!"
He looked quite intrigued. "Coffee?"
"As much as you need."
Gabe grinned, perching his hat on his head and slipping his cane into his belt-loop.
"Lead the way, Lohr."
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The newsies back-lot, after much investigation by the cops, was back open and, despite some very apparent worries, the cast was all back...barring of course, the deceased Max Casella, Ivan Dudynsky, and Trey Parker.
(Trey: Hey! We're mentioned!
Ivan: Only in passing...
Trey: Who cares! We're MENTIONED!
Max: Okay, okay...Let's get on with the story, okay...? Okay.)
A few months had passed since the tragic accidents that had taken such talented actors from out of the spot-light much too soon-
(Max: Hehehehe...Like me!)
- and with Don Knotts nicely locked away in the psychiatric equivalent of jail, 'Newsies' was back underway. It had started slow as trust was rebuilt and regained, but the final factor came when Michael Goorjian came back from the hospital after his long recuperation, and straight to the set.
From then on, it was as if nothing had ever happened.
Everyone ignored the faint blood red stain that still lay at the foot of the World Building, where Max had landed, they walked past the abandoned trailers where Ivan and Trey lost their lives, they ignored it all, denying it had ever happened.
But it had.
And they were all about to get a rude awakening.
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Everyday Gabriel told himself he had to have someone watching over him. You see, he was one of the lucky ones that hadn't been on set while the murders took place, hadn't witnessed the horror the others had.
But that also meant he didn't have any idea how much danger he was actually in.
Who knew that events had been set in motion that would take him, and many others down to the deepest pits of Hell on a one way ticket? Gabe was soon to be six feet under, and he was already sinking fast.
The best thing was,he didn't even know it yet.
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"To catch oneself a newsie..." A soft voice began to speak, blending with the air, molding to it, shaping it. Becoming it. "You must first worm your way in among them..."
"Hey, how ya doin?" A hand clapped him on the back as he walked right onto the set, disguised as a background dancer. It was simple to do really, very simple.
He stayed there the whole day, among the cast and crew, watching their every move, learning their names, their likes, their dislikes, their favorite football team, even their girlfriend's names.
So much for security.
"You must get them to trust you..."
"Im sorry...I know it has to be there...no, im not done here...yeah...hey, wait a sec." William Reynolds, the film editor, placed his hand over the mouthpiece, "Hey, I hate to ask, but can you do me a big favor? Could you take the first half of this reel over to Kenny for me?"
He literally held the movie in his hands. If he wanted to, he could rip it and burn it to ashes as he danced around the inferno. Out of half the members that had been there, he had been asked to handle such a task.
And he did it. Handed it right to Kenny Ortega.
"You must become one of them in every sense of the word..."
"Hey, Ele...You okay?" He laid a hand on her shoulder.
Ele Keats looked up sharply from where she had been sitting on the stone steps, eyes red and puffy from crying. When she saw who it was she tried to smile as she wiped at them with a slight sniffle, "Rob and I got into a fight."
"Oh, im sorry to hear that, is there anything I can do?" He handed over a tissue, patient as ever as she told him in a breathless whisper what had happened. He explained to her that Robert was going through tough times now with his family and she should probably sit down and talk to him about it.
Eventually she thanked him with a hug and ran off to talk to her boyfriend, leaving him sitting on the steps with a soft grin on his face, hardly believing his luck. Everyone loved him, everyone listened to him, everyone trusted him.
It was exhilarating, knowing he had such an effect on them.
"And then, when the time is right..."
"Hey, Gabe! Can I talk to you for a minute? I need some help with something!"
The kid, hardly knowing what he was getting into, said good-bye to whoever he was talking to on the phone and laid it on the table before jogging over.
"Yeah? What is it?"
"Kenny sent me to get something, but I cant carry it myself. Would you mind helping me?" He smiled slightly, "If you have other plans, though, I'd understand..."
"Naw, I'll help ya." He laughed, "After all, I don't have a life!"
He had no clue how right he wasat that particular moment.
"When the time is right...you take it."
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Trey: that's it? That's ALL the REVENGE we GET!
Ivan: HECK NO! THAT AINT FAIR! THEY SHOULD PAY FOR WHAT HAPPENED TO M - I mean, US!
Max: calm down, calm down! Im sure we'll get another shot at them, right! -glares-
Me: hehehehe, yes, there is a lot more to come, so don't worry too much, all right? Im pretty sure you'll feel happily paid back by the stories end. So, say good bye to the nice readers and tell them to review.
Trey: Good-bye nice readers, make sure you review.
Max: oh how original. -rolls eyes- see youse later! And go review, ya heah!
Ivan: please just drop us a line, I wanna see more bloody action! PREFERABLY TO THEM!
Me: ohkay now, sedatives anyone? -grin- now all you have to do is drop me a line using that nifty little button on the bottom left of your screen that says 'submit review' and tell us what you think! Thanks and see ya next time!