Yes, I finally got my next chapter out! I'm sorry it took me sooooo long but I've been helping my parents out with them moving into the mall and everything. And that's what you get when you have self employed parents, helping them set up booths for Christmas and for fairs.

Anyways, These chapters are getting kinda serious, don't ya think That's what I'm thinking, but its the only way I'm going to get to the point here so.

And again anyways, thanks to those of you who have reviewed. I love you all.

Now on with the chapter.

"Can my day get any worse?" Obviously it can, or else I wouldn't be here talking to myself in the pouring rain.

Ok, so picture this. I'm walking along, minding my own business, when all of a sudden I get knocked to the ground. I get helped up by a young gentlemen, obviously a wealthy young gentlemen, and then asked out to dinner by said young gentlemen for an apology. I politely refuse, and the young gentleman storms off.

I get knocked to the ground a second time, and just after I picked up all my papes too. This young gentlemen isn't so much of a young gentlemen, so I'll just call him Bubba Joe. Well, Bubba Joe decides not to help me as I struggle to put all my papers in a pile, he just rambles on about how he was sooo good looking and that I should go out with him. I again politely refuse, saying that I had other appointments to be to today, and that I can't stand around waiting for him to finish talking about himself. Bubba Joe calls me a selfish Whore and I call him a Slore.

Yes, a word I made up. It consists of the words slut and whore. That outta scare him. But it doesn't, instead Bubba Joe just kicks my pile of papers, making them scatter across the walkway, and then moves on like I never existed.

I again pick up my papers, and move on to the next selling corner. I run into Oscar Delancy. We shout a few foul things to each other and move on. Then it starts to rain. I get good money from people who want a shield against the cold splattering water, and run off before I can give them change. But then all my papers are either gone, or soggy. So I decide to walk to the Lodging House. And that's when I started talking to myself.

Yes, I was talking about my day being any worse. And it could. I catch fever, I get a runny nose, and I cough like I'm hacking up my right lung.

So now, after all my worse things, I get even worse and am lying in bed, practically dying.

I feel like dying anyways. My throats all sore from the coughing. My nose hurts from blowing too much. And I get hot an cold at the same time. So half my body in under the blankets provided for me by Snitch, and the other half is in the coolness of the room.

And then somebody had to go and make a really, really, really, loud noise. Which almost left me deaf. And as it turns out...It was a message being sent from leader to leader. Just like our Musketeers fight about a week ago. I still got the bruises given to me on my middle section. Wanna see? Too bad you can't.

And I'm off track again. Probably a side affect from the sickness. Hope it doesn't continue. I think it will. See...And I'm off track again...Told ya so.

So anyways, this message being sent comes rushing up the stairs. It almost sounded like thousands of elephants running up them. But it was only the message being laid out in front of my sick body.

And I was just about ready to kill somebody. Snipeshooter, Boots, Les, and Ember all stood before me... With bruises across their faces. Yeah, Murder sounded just about good right now.

I sat up slowly, cause I was feeling kinda nauseous, but rage over came that. "What in the Hell happened to you!"

Boots mumbled something.

"What?"

Boots mumbled again. Still not audible.

"Can you please repeat that, I cannot hear you?"

Les answered for him, loud enough for me to hear, but soft enough for me to strain my ears.
"It was a message from Queens to Jack and Spot."

I jumped outta that bed so fast you woulda never seen it coming. I was almost at light speed here people. Yeah, that fast. I wasn't even feeling the need to vomit everywhere either. That's a good feeling there too.

I take hold of Ember's face, careful not to touch the bruises, and examine him. I did that to each boy, taking in all the damage given. "The other guys better look worse, if not, I'll go an do it for you."

Ember had a black eye, a cut on his left cheek, and his wrist was sprained.
Boots had a black eye also, a split lip, and his ribs were all bruised up.
Les didn't look too bad, he had a split lip, and he was limping slightly. He had a twisted ankle.
Snipeshooter was the worst off. He had two black eyes, he had bitten his tongue, so he was spitting up blood. His ribs were bruised, and it looked like something sharp was used, for he had a long bloody scratch along his left leg.

"Has either Spot or Jack seen you?" I asked softly, pulling Ember towards me.

They all shook their heads. I cleaned them up carefully, then put each of them to bed. I put Ember in mine with me, knowing he was going to have nightmares.

And as I pulled Embers sleeping form more against my body, I was just about ready to go on a rampage.

Someone went on it for me. When Jack came home from selling, and took one look at the messed up boys, he just blew up.

The other Newsies tried to calm him, but it was no use.

"What in the hell do they think their doing? Beating up little kids? How low can they get?"

"Obviously pretty low, Jack," I answered. I sitting up with Ember in my lap with his head on my shoulder, and him trying to get back to sleep, but failing . "I was about ready to go over to Queens myself to give them a piece of my mind, but I have no entire clue as to what direction it is in. Would you mind showing me tomorrow so I can go and beat the shit outta them?"

His lips raised slightly, but then fell. "This has gotta stop. I mean, the only reason their giving us these messages, is because they want our territory."

"Spot's too?"

"Yeah, Spot's too. Where is he anyways, I thought I sent Swifty after him not too long ago?"

As if right on cue, a door was slammed open below our feet. I patiently looked at the bunkroom doorway, waiting for Spot to slam that door open too. And he did. And he made another hole in the wall from the doorknob.

"Gonna hafta pay for that one also," I said under my breath. And of course, Spot heard me. He only acknowledged it, and my words, with a swift glance. And when he glanced at me, he took in the sight of the trying to get to sleep but failing miserably Ember, on my lap.

And he went into a rampage also. I know I kinda sorta went into one,(but that was because I'm the mother here), but does every single person who walks through that door have to have a conniption fit. Obviously for Davey just walked through the door and also had one when he saw his younger brother.

Oh boy, this is going to be a long night. And I think I'm starting to feel better already.

Ah-Choo!

...Never mind.