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I'm really glad that people seem to like this story because it started out as just something to do when I was bored. Thank you very much for your reviews and I hope you continue enjoying the story
A Few Days Later
"Dammed jack-up." Blade remarked as they sold papers in a crowd.
"Ya, not like we didn't already have no money." Spot said in a pissed off voice.
"We'se ain't gunna do nothing'?" asked Blast
"We can't." Blade answered.
"We stay sellin' ta have enough money ta eat." Spot commanded.
Blade sighed. "Baby born wid three legs! One cent." She yelled. She sold a pape' to a young looking man who lingered, looking at her. Before Blade could even take out her knife Spot was in front of her with his cane at his side.
"You'se thinkin' 'bout messin' wid her? You'se got anotha thing comin'." Spot snarled and scared the man off.
"Thanks, Spot."
"No problem."
They finished selling papers and went to Max's for lunch. Afterward they went to the dock.
"God, it's way too hot taday." Blaze said and then jumped into the water.
Spot and Blade sat on their stack of crates.
"I'se is goin' swimming." Blade said and she began undressing, leaving on her undergarments. Blade looked at Spot who was sitting there with his shirt off. "You'se comin'?"
"Na." Spot said.
Blade smirked at him and jumped into the water
Throughout the next two hours newsboys came to the docks to talk to Spot. Blade decided not to ask what it was about.
Blade got out of the water and sat next to Spot. She started to redress.
"You'se hear what they're sayin'?" Spot asked and Blade shook her head. "'Hattan's goin' on strike 'cause of da jack-up taday."
"Have they all gone crazy?" That was all Blade could think of saying. They both new that Manhattan was influenced by Jack Kelly and that Racetrack, Mush, and Blink would follow Jack, but were they really that crazy?
"We'll have ta wait and see what they do."
A while later they saw Jack, Boots, and a boy they had never seen before coming toward them.
"Well if it ain't Jack Kelly." Blade said and got off her crate.
"So, You'se moved up in da world Spot, nice river view along wid Blade's pleasurable company." Jack said as he looked at the mark on Blade's neck.
Spot jumped off his pile of crates then Jack and Spot spit shook. "So, Jacky-boy, I'se been hearin' things, 'bout you'se startin' a strike."
"Ya, we are goin' on strike." The boy that had never seen before said nervously.
"Oh, ya, really?" Spot said, getting up in the boy's face. "What is dis Jacky-boy, some sort of walkin' mouth maybe."
"Ya, but dis mouth has a brain." Jack said and put a hand on the boy's shoulder. "And if you'se got half a one, you'll listen ta what he has ta say."
The boy cleared his throat and said a bit timidly, "We started the strike, but we can't do it alone so we've been talking ta other Newsies all 'round the city and they say that they is waitin' ta see what Spot Conlon is gunna do, that your da key and that Spot Conlon is da most respected and famous Newsie in all of New York. And if Spot Conlon joins da strike then they will too. We would be unstoppable with that many Newsies, so ya just gotta join us."
Spot looked over at Jack and said. "You'se right, Jack. Brains, but I'se got brains too, an' more than jus' half a one."
"How do we'se know you'se punks won't run when someone comes at ya wid a club?" Blade said and stood next to Spot.
"Who are you?" the boy asked.
"Blade Thompson." Blade said and looked him strait in the eye. "You'se never seen a goil before?"
"Don't make him wet himself, Blade." Spot said then looked back at Jack. "How do I'se know you'se got da stuff ta win?"
"'Cause I'm tellin' ya Spot." Jack said
By now the rest of the Brooklyn Newsies had gathered around them.
"That ain't good enough Jacky-boy." Spot said sternly. "Ya gotta show me, show us." Spot gestured to the other Newsies and put his arm around Blade's shoulders.
Jack and Boots began walking away, followed by the other boy.
"Hey Jack. Tell your walkin' mouth ta get some nerves. Swing a few punches at him." Blade yelled after them.
When they were out of ear shot of the Brooklyn Newsies the boy asked. "Who's that goil?"
"Blade Thompson like she said, Davey. You'll learn to respect Blade an' Spot." Jack said.
"Why do they call her Blade? And why is a goil a Brooklyn Newsie, they're the toughest gang of Newsies, right."
"She's always got a knife on her and she knows how ta use it. She's da toughest goil I'se ever seen an' she's been a Brooklyn Newsie since she was seven." Jack informed him.
"She Spot's goil?"
"We don't really know. Sometimes they act like lovers, but most of the time they're just best friends."
The rest of their walk back to Manhattan was rather quiet.
Back at the Dock
Blade sat on a crate. "That boy, he walked like an educated buy." She remarked out of the blue.
"What, you'se leavin' me fer him?" Spot said with a smirk on his face.
"He ain't me type. What was his name anyway?"
"David somethin' is what I'se heard."
Blade nodded and picked up Spot's cane. "I'se didn't like da way he looked at me."
"That why ya scared him?"
"Maybe. He acted like he had never seen a goil before."
"Don't worry 'bout him, Blade. You'se should worry 'bout the Delancy's an' whether you'se is gunna say that you'se is me goil. Though if ya did you'se might not have ta worry 'bout Oscar so much."
"Only on Fridays after we'se play poker."
"What 'bout tonight?"
"I'se thought you'se were gunna go ta that blonde's house tonight."
"I'se never said I'se was goin'. Her mother caught us last time and threatened ta have the scabs throw me in da refuge." Spot smirked. "We'se could go ta a bar."
"A'right." Blade said and they left to go find a bar that was cheap. They ended up just buying a bottle of cheap beer since it was all the two could afford and headed back to the lodging house.
They got two cups and headed up to their room. Spot opened the bottle and filled the cups almost to the brim.
Blade picked up her cup and took a sip. "It may only have been five cents, but it's good beer."
"Good." Spot said as he finished what was in his cup. Neither of them got drunk easily and they ended up drinking hand the bottle and still being verily sober.
They made love, this time being a bit more careful.
Spot laid his head on Blade's chest and she stroked his hair, moving it away from his sweaty face.
"I'se had a nice time." Blade whispered and kissed Spot's forehead.
Spot smirked at her. "Thanks fer lettin' me give ya a good time." He lofted his head up to hers and kissed her.
"I'se love you, Spot."
" I'se think I'se love you too."
"Think?" Blade laughed.
"Sure." Spot said sleepily.
Blade sighed and fell asleep.
Blade woke up around four and looked down at Spot who was still laying on her chest. She sat up, but Spot appeared to be totally out cold. She places his head on the pillow and got up. She quickly dressed and went to the bunk room.
"Wake up boys! We're late!" Blade screamed. She walked over to Blaze and shook him. "Make sure everyone gets up. I'se have ta wake Spot."
"He ain't up yet?" Blade asked as he sat up and tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
"No, He came home late an'—"
"I'se know you'se were wid him, Blade. You'se can't hide it much longer." Blaze had interrupted her and now he had moved her collar aside.
Blade slapped his hand away. "Make sure they all get up." She then walked out, passing the dressing boys and walked down the hall.
She came over to Spot's bed and shook him. "Spot, get up!"
"No." Spot responded sleepily as he cracked an eye open. "Come back to bed wid me."
"It's four. I'se got da boys up, now come on." Blade growled and pulled the blanket off his nude body.
"A'right, I'm up!" Spot snarled and sat up, pulling the blanket back over his lower half.
"Good." Blade walked into the washroom and tied her hair up in a bun, then put her hat on.
Spot walked into the washroom and said. "I'se is gunna send a runner ta 'Hattan taday. I'se wanna know if they're serious."
"I'se think we should all go they might need us." Blade said
Spot was still too sleepy to really argue with her. "That's true. Ok. Tell da boys ta get their sling-shots and wait outside."
Blade nodded and went to tell the boys who hadn't been in the washroom and overheard them.
Ten minutes later all the Brooklyn Newsies were standing outside.
Blade stood on one of the steps as Spot came out the door.
"A'right! We'se headin' ta 'Hattan today ta see if Jacky-boy's Newsies is serious 'bout their strike." Spot announced.
Spot and Blade led the Newsies to Manhattan. Once they got there, Spot directed them. Most were to wait on the streets for Spot's signal. The rest would go with Spot and Blade to hide on the roofs around the Manhattan distribution center.
Just as they got on the roofs a fight broke out and Manhattan seemed to fight back, but they were loosing.
"Now!" Spot yelled over the kayos . The Newsies on the roofs began standing up. Blade and Spot jumped onto a balcony. "Never fear, Brooklyn is here!" Spot yelled and they raised their sling-shots and began pelting the scabs that were hear to fight with rocks.
"It's Brooklyn!" Jack yelled
Spot grabbed a cable then grabbed Blade's waist and jumped off the balcony. They came down holding the cable and kicked some people out of the way so they could stand there.
Spot went to the gates and shoved them open. The rest of Brooklyn's Newsies came around the corner. Spot took out his cane and began beating one of the scabs with it.
Blade punched a man in the face then she was grabbed from behind by Oscar Delancy.
"You'se been laid lately?" He asked as he held her and the man she had punched before, punched her.
"Get da fuck off me!" Blade yelled and Oscar was pulled off of her. She turned to see Spot beating Oscar with his cane.
Bryan Denton, the reporter from the, "Sun" stepped forward with a camera. "Boys, freeze!" he yelled
Blade and Spot stood next to Race as the shot was taken of them all
So, tell me how you liked the chapter. In my opinion it wasn't my best. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it and the next chapter is almost finished, but with finals coming up it could take a while to get updated.
-Nicole