Hi everyone! this is my first story and I'm really excited to start! I'm going to go ahead and tell you now, I SUCK at posting consistantly, but this will be my main multi-chapter story until it's done, and while I'm working on the next chapter I will post one shots, hopefully, every other day, and hopefully post a chapter every weekend.
Lets hope I can stick to it! Reviews are much appreciated 3
Racetrack breathes hard as he runs through the streets of Manhattan, being chased by the Delancey brothers. They yell at him from behind and he starts to panic. He runs as fast as he can, hoping to escape another beating today.
He sprints until his legs feel like mush and turns into an alley, which of course, is a dead end. He whips around to face them, trying to gulp down his fear, and stands tall, his breathing shaky.
The Delanceys stop in front of him and they grin wickedly. "ain't nowhere to go now." They start to walk toward him and Race backs up till he reaches the wall. "please, not again" he whimpers
Oscar cracks his knuckles and Morris laughs. Race closes his eyes and braces himself for the blows. He feels the first one hit his stomach, making him want to throw up his lunch. He crumples to the ground in pain and he hears one them say "too easy" and they soak him. He sobs loudly with each blow until suddenly, they stop.
He breathes heavily on the ground and tries to open his eyes, but they're swollen shut. He manages to open his left one a little, to see the someone fighting the Delanceys. he can't make out who it is, but he doesn't care. He watches the person knock them both out, and start to rush over to him, and then he blacks out.
He wakes up in the alley with a young man hovering over him with a worried look in his eyes. "Oh your alive, thank god" he smiles a little and sighs with relief.
He notices he can open both eyes, but it hurts and he winces when he tries to move. "don't move!" the boy says. Race ignores him and moves away from him. "Who are you?" he says, his voice hoarse from screaming, probably. he has panic in his eyes and he starts to hyperventilate.
"No please, I just wanna help ya." the boy tries to reach for him, but Race shrinks back from his touch. "who are you?" he asks again, his eyes wide with panic and fear.
"The names Jack Kelly, and I just wanna help ya." he says again. Race looks at him hesitantly and Jack puts his hand out for him to take it. he hesitates, but places his hand in his.
Jack moves closer to him to examine his injuries, never letting go of his hand. Race still looks terrified as he does so, and whenever he touches him, he winces with pain.
When he's done he looks him in the eyes. "What's ya name, kid?" Jack eyes are soft as he talks to the boy. Race gulps. "A-Anthony, b-but people c-call me r-race." Race's breathes are shaky and he's still scared, but something about Jack, makes Race feel like he can trust him.
Jack smiles kindly. "Nice to meet ya Race." he squeezes his hand, and Race smiles a little, wincing from the pain. "Now let's get you home." Jack says as he helps Race to his feet, but Race shakes his head "I don' have a home." he whispers
Jack looks at him. "Okay then, let's go back to my place, I bet my brother, Crutchie would love to meet ya." he grins and Race smiles a little "I would love ta meet'm to." he says softly, still weak from the beating, barely able to stand on his own.
Jack frowns "Can you walk?" Race nods and tries to walk but ends up collapsing in pain. Jack catches him "No you can't, c'mon." Jack wraps one of Race's arms around him. He limps, all his body wait on Jack.
Race is exhausted by the time they get to Jack's place and he almost fell asleep on the way. Jack opens the door to his apartment and helps Race inside. "Cruchie!" he calls into the apartment. Race winces from the loud noise and almost collapses again.
"Woah I gotcha, c'mon" he holds him up and calls for Crutchie again. This time a boy comes out of one of the rooms. under one arm is a crutch and he has a smile that spreads like butter on his face, but that smile falls when he notices Race.
"Help me get'm to the couch please, bud." Crutchie nods and hurries over as fast as he can. He helps Race to the couch. They help him sit, and he whines from the pain. "Crutch, go get'm some water and an ice pack will ya?" Crutchie nods and hurries off to the kitchen.
Race groans and leans his head back on the couch. Jack sits beside him and runs his fingers through Race's hair. Crutchie comes back with the water and the ice pack, and hands them to Jack.
Jack places the ice pack on Race's cheek, which has the nastiest bruise, and hands the water to Race who gulps it down. "What happend to ya?" Crutchie asks, as he sits down on the other side of him.
Race is too tired and in too much pain to speak, so Jack answers for him. "He got soaked by the Delanceys real bad." he adjusts the ice pack on his chin, and Race winces. "Ooh that sucks." Crutchie says with sympathy in his voice. "Its nothin', this happens every day." Race says weakly. Crutchies eyes widen "Every day?" he asks with disbelief. He nods painfully and whines, exhausted.
"Shhh, don't try to talk, rest now." Jack strokes his hair and Race's eyes get heavy, and he slumps into Jack's arms and falls asleep. Jack smiles and continues to stroke his hair, holding the ice pack on his chin. Crutchie looks at Race worriedly "Is he gonna be okay?" he asks, his voice tinged with worry. "I think he's gonna be fine, and you won't mind if he stays with us do ya?" Crutchie grins "of course! we gotta protect him Jack." Jack smiles and looks down at Race "Yeah I guess we do." Jack smiles softly. "Welcome home, Race."