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Spot, Blade and some of the other Brooklyn Newsies went down to the Manhattan distribution center the next morning. Rumors were going around about something big happening.
Spot and Blade found Race, Mush, David, and Blink at the front of the huge mob that was crowded around the gates to the center. There were cop sealing off the entrance.
"Hey, Blade, Race, come here. Tell me I'se jus' seein' things," Spot said and looked through the giant arch.
Jack came walking forward and some scabs cleared a path for him. He was dressed in one of the nicest jackets and pair of slacks we had ever seen.
"No, you'se ain't seein' things. That's Jack, what's he doin'," Race said, looking at Jack with shock.
"He's dressed as a scab," Blade said softly in disbelief.
Mush walked forward, but was stopped by the cops. "Hey, it's me, Mush. Look at me, what are ya doin' Jack?!"
"This ain't happenin'," Blink said, also taking a step forward. "Where'd you'se get da cloths?"
Mr. Weasel looked at us. "You like it? Mr. Pulitzer (I am really sorry if I am spelling this name wrong) picked it out himself, specially fit for special new employment."
"What! He sold us out!" Blade yelled in disbelief.
"Ya bumb, I'll soak ya." Race yelled, trying to run forward through the cops.
Spot jumped up, but was grabbed by two cops. "Come here ya dirty scabber!"
In the commotion Blade managed to get by. She ran up to Jack and slapped him. Cops grabbed her arms and she spat in Jack's eye. "You bastard! We believed in you Jack." Blade growled before she was literally thrown back into the crowd.
David walked forward.
"Oh, ya wanna talk?" Mr. Weasel said.
David walked up to Jack. "So this is why you didn't escape last night?" he asked.
Blade and Mush were now trying to hold Spot back.
"You lied about everything," David said loudly.
"I can't afford to be a kid no more I'se got money in my pockets now, real money. Once I collect I'm gone and you'll never hear from me again." Jack said
"Good, cause we don't need you'se!" Blade yelled as Jack was pushed past them by some cops.
"We'll soak ya!" Spot screamed.
"Come on, lets just go home," Mush said, finally admitting defeat.
Blade nodded her head. "It's over."
"He's tricking them or something," Les said, his hopes were still that Jack would come back.
Blade put her hands in her pockets. "You'se don't know him like we do. He's been dreaming of getting' out of here since he was younger than you. If he can get out of here it will be better for us and for him."
Spot put his arm around Blade's waist. "Let's go. We'se got no reason to stick around here anymore. Blade nodded and they walked off.
"She seems sadder than anyone else." Les observed.
"She is," Race said. "She wanted this bad, Spot did too."
Blade and Spot slowly made their way back to Brooklyn.
"Man, I'se wanted ta have money again." Spot said with a sigh.
"I'se know." Blade whispered.
They walked across the Brooklyn Bridge in silence. They could see the Newsies enjoying one of the last few hot days left before it got too cold to swim.
Ace ran up to them. "Tell us what happened!" He yelled. He immediately realized that his enthusiasm was not shared by either leader. The Newsies gathered around them.
"It's over." Blade said just loud enough for them to hear.
"But, it can't be, we'se need more money." Suspender said.
"That reporter that was helpin' us left, an'…" Blade stopped when she heard Spot's voice.
"Jack's become a scabber and from now on we trust no one, but the Newsies." Spot said, disgusted.
"What!" Blade yelled. "Jack wouldn't…"
"He did. Strike's over. Tomorrow we'se go back ta work." Spot said before he turned around and walked off, taking his sling shot and breaking a bottle with a rock.
Blade watched Spot disappear around the corner. She sighed and muttered something that wasn't recognizable. She turned on her heel and walked through the Brooklyn Newsies, going further down the dock. She climbed onto a barrel and climbed up a latter to the roof of a building. Blade sat there, just enjoying not talking to anyone.
Spot's POV
"Why? I'se thought things would be better." I thought aloud as I walked down an ally. I felt so pissed off at so many people. I was pissed at, no, I hated Jack for becoming a scabber. I was pissed off at myself for believing in this stupid strike and dragging Brooklyn into it. I was pissed at the stupid reporter for leaving us. I was pissed off at more people than just them and myself, but they were at the top of the list, but I didn't want to care about that right now. I knew how sad Blade was, but how was I doing to make her feel better?
I sighed and walked back toward the docks. The boys had done to find lunch so there was no one there except for a fisherman pulling up crab traps.
I thought I knew where Blade would be so I jumped onto a battle and climbed up the latter that led up to the roof of a building. I poked my head over the side and leaned against the latter.
I saw Blade sitting on a box. She turned to look at me and smiled.
I got onto the roof and walked over to her, sitting down on the ground in front of her. "You'se okay?"
"Ya." Blade answered
"You'se Hungry?"
"Ya, not like I'se has the money for lunch." Blade said with a sigh.
"You'se have enough ta go ta Sheep shed?"
"Ya."
"Well, let's go ta Sheep shed an' win some money, then we'se can get food."
"That sounds good." Blade stood up and walked over to the latter.
I smiled and followed her, going down the latter.
We made our way to Sheep shed almost silently. We were both still down about the strike… and Jack.
We got to Sheep shed and made our bets. We sat down and five minutes after we sat down, Race, Mush, Blink and David came and sat next to us.
"Hey." David said, he was the only one to say anything, everyone else just nodded or waved to us.
I put my arm around Blade's shoulder and watched the race. Blade and I had bet on the same horse, and apparently Race had too.
Our horse, a black one, Black Star won first place. We had enough money for lunch and more when we left the tracks. It had been a good day.
We said good-bye to everyone and headed back to Brooklyn to eat at Max's.
We ordered our food and sat at a table in the corner.
"Thanks for taking me to Sheep shed. I'se would have sat on that roof all day." Blade said and took a bite of her burger.
"Your welcome. I'se could have walked around Brooklyn all day brooding. Then I'se thought 'bout you'se and went ta find ya." I said.
"Thanks." Blade said with a smile
After we finished lunch we went back to the dock. It was quiet since most of the Newsies weren't there
Blade sat on a crate and looked down at the water.
I walked over to Blaze, Blast and Suspender. "I'se is sorry fer draggin' you'se guys into this mess."
"It's okay." Suspender said.
"Ya, we'se had some fun at least." Blaze said.
"We'll get on fine." Blast said softly.
"Thanks fer stickin' wid me through the years." I said.
"Don't swear it, Spot. Night made worse mistakes than that." Blaze assured me.
I smiled and eventually Blade joined our conversation. Later we headed back to the lodging house.
I watched Blade walk up the stairs and down the hall.
I sat on the couch for a few minutes and talked to the other boys.
Eventually I went upstairs. I opened Blade and my door and walked in. I walked over to Blade's bed and kissed her cheek. When she didn't stir I knew she was asleep.
I undressed and laid in my bed, looking over at Blade till I fell asleep.
Ok, I think there may only be one or two more chapters. (well there is at least one more) But anyway, I want to know if you guys would like to see a sequel because I don't think I can add much more onto this fan fiction as it is. Please let me know what you think.