For Brooklyn

By: Ambrlupin

Chapter Six: Big Man Denton's standin' up!

Summary: "If someone out there is strong nuff to soak Brooklyn..." The manhattan boys have their work cut out for them- to take care of the handful of surviving Brooklyn newsies, keep their turf and men safe...and send out a rescue party to save one Spot Conlon...and Brooklyn with him.

Disclaimer: No. I. Do. Not. OWN. Blah.

A/n: FIRST Newsie fic! Please be nice and give me credit? Ok?

Warning: Blood and maybe more torture is ahead in the rest of this story. Please be wary if that stuff offends you. Thanks!

Guys, this story isnt gonna be that much longer, unfortunately. -whine-

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"Weakness. How I'se hate that word. To show weakness means youse a sissy, and I'se no sissy; Im Brooklyn. Ya hear me? IM Brooklyn. And Brooklyn neva falls." - Spot

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"Excuse me?" Jack pulled back a little, "Leave you here? Why in the world would be do that!" Red seemed to agree, if the surprised look on his face were any indication.

"Im not worthy." Spot whispered, head falling forward, "Im not worthy nuff for Brooklyn..Leave me 'ere...Where I belong..."

SLAP.

"If I ever hear those words come from your mouth again, Matthew, ill soak you." Red snapped, his hand stinging from where he had openhanded the other. "You're the best we've eva had, and you aint leavin' us now!"

Spot stared at him, eyes cleared from either the words or the action. "Red...man...I..."

"Save it, kid." Red worked on the chains again, "I understand, trust me, I do. But don't you ever say you're not worthy of Brooklyn again. It aint true, and you know it. Jack, get in front of him so he doesn't fall."

One of his arms fell free and Spot let out a cry, sagging into Cowboy's arms, shivering as he bit down on his lower lip hard enough to taste blood. "Its okay, Spot, I have you." Jack whispered soothingly as Red got his other arm down and started quickly on the leg braces.

Spot looked over then, intent on murmuring a thank you, but his eyes fell on Red's side, revealed by the open shirt. "Red!" He hissed, "That brand..."

"You're not the only one who has revenge that needs to be dealt out, Spot." Was all he said as he jerked the chains, slipping the other's bruised legs from their bonds and pulling his clothes back together so he looked somewhat decent.

He was going to kill Karlof. He knew it was him, who else would use the brand and rape the victim? It had his stench all over it, and his anger flared. He was going to kill him, even if it was the last thing he ever did.

"Come on, buddy." Jack swung the youth's arms over his shoulders. "Lets get ya outta here, yeah?"

Spot looked small now, next to Cowboy and he shook his head, mouth clamped shut. Jack blinked, but it was Red who knew what he needed. Silently he slid something off of his belt and into Spot's hand. It was the cane.

Looking down at it with a spreading grin on his face, Spot Conlon raised his head, his eyes flashing. "Lets get goin' bois."

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David looked behind him at Dalton and the carriage. They were making good time, all things considered. At this rate it wouldn't take them that long to get to Queens. From there, all they had to do was find the others and end all this.

He hadn't thought they would be expected.

"David!" Denton cried, a second before someone tackled the newsie to the ground, slamming his head onto the dirt. The horse, spooked, neighed and reared, zooming off up the road, just as several boys armed with sticks and boards came out of nowhere. He got a glimpse of a few faces before a fist slammed into his face and he went limp.

"Davey!" Shorty yelled, seeing what had happened as he tried to fend off their attackers with his bare hands. Some of the boys began to leak out of the windows, a few taller ones using the sky light to pull themselves up on the roof. Anything to get out.

They werent going down without a fight.

Especially when they were up against other newsies like this.

"What happened?" Race called from the back as he wiggled out the back window, dodging a blow from a wooden plank.

"What's wrong wit David!" Someone else yelled, slamming a stick into an assailant's eye. "What's wrong!"

"He's down, Davey's down!" Shorty jumped out of the carriage, slamming his elbow into an older boy who thought he'd be easy to take down. "Lets help! They aint gettin us that easily!"

"Yeah!" Docks cried, leaning on a piece of wood as he hobbled down the stairs, waving abother long stick a la Spot style, "Brooklyn!"

"Whoohoo!"Mush jumped down from the top, taking down two others as he fell. "Lets get em, Manhattan!"

The newsies spilled out of the carriage and Denton jumped down from the driver's seat, slamming his own fist into the face of a large newsie who came out of nowhere, a lead pipe held back to take a swipe at the reporter.

"Denton!" Kid Blink cried in shock, "What was that!"

Turning slightly, the man smiled a little, "What? Did you think I was going down without a fight?"

"Woah!" Mush laughed as he pushed a newsie into the side of the now vacated carriage. "Big Man Denton's standin' up!"

The reporter tipped his hat, as he spun away from a few boys that apparently thought he was a big threat. "So what's that mean? Do I get an honorary newsie title now?"

Docks raised his stick in the air, smacking a random boy in the face with it. "Heck yeah! Denton! Brooklyn will take ya anytime!"

Race snorted as he ran up, his knuckles bruised. "Heck no! We found him first!"

Denton shook his head with a laugh, but then his eyes caught something and all the laughter fled his face. "DAVID!" He cried, halting all activity around.

David was on his knees, head tilted back as hands scrabbled at the wire around his throat, the ends being held by a tall kid with jet black hair, a pair of dark pants covering his legs, with a dark shirt just thrown on over a bare chest.

He snarled, jerking on the wire a little more, making David's eyes clench in pain. "Freeze or ill kill him 'ere and now. I mean it."

No one doubted him in the slightest.

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Red took a few steps out of the warehouse door, looking around with a sharp eye. "Sometin's not right..." He murmurred, "Its too quiet..."

Jack saw him first, but there was no time to call out a warning past a hurried, "Red!"

Red spun, eyes wide as Whip leapt from the shadows, tackling him and sending them both rolling across the ground, fists flying.

"OI!" Spot cried, moving forward, his hand already on his cane, but he didnt get very far at all. Over twenty newsies poured in from the sides, forcing Spot and Jack to retreat back into the warehouse, metal pipes clutched in their hands.

"What do we have 'ere?" A few of them laughed, "An escapee?"

Jack snarled, stepping slightly in front of Spot. In his mind, the leader of Brooklyn was in no shape to fight. Spot, however, had other ideas. He pushed past Cowboy, cane in his hand, eyes flashing. "I've had just bout 'nuff of you!"

The leader raised an eyebrow as he came forward, towering over the smaller Spot. He cracked his knuckles, "Think ya got sometin to prove, eh, runt?"

"DON'T CALL ME DAT!" He snapped, switching hands and giving the one in front of him a solid blow to the nose that made him stagger back.

"You little..." He cursed, is hand over his bleeding and broken nose. "Ill kill you-"

"Calm down." A new voice called, coming from the back of the warehouse. "What did I tell you? Spot here is mine."

Spot snarled, Jack at his side. "Karlof."

He smirked as he came forward, sleeves rolled back, a knife in his hand. "Who ever said I was going to just let you walk out of here, Spottie?"

"I never expected to just walk outta 'ere." Spot stood, feet splayed, cane clutched in his left hand as opposed to his right. The way he was talking, he didnt even seem concerned that they were outnumbered 10 to 1. "I expect to walk outta 'ere over your dead body."

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hehehe, yeah, here we go. -grin- let me tell you guys something. The reason why this one pales considerably next to my other stories, is because this one was completely written first. This one is done, I already finished it. The others im writing as I go. So, please give this a shot and tell me if you're reading it, okay? It gets better, it does.

If not in this one, then in its SEQUEL. Yes, sequel.

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