For Brooklyn
By:Ambrlupin
Extra: Bloopers N' Stuff
Rated R for use of the F-word.
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Interview:
How do you feel...knowing that you've hit the end of the trilogy?
Red: -Sigh-...Its tough, ya know? I mean, we've all gotten so close, it'll be hard...to just go on with our lives, realizing that there's not going to be anymore.
Spot: Im happy! Are you kiddin me? I don't have to go through any more crap, strung up, raped, branded... But, seriously, its been fun, being apart of this project and I really couldn't have asked for a better set of people to do it with. -nod-
Race: ...do it with? Spot, man...I... -shakes head-
Spot: You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Race: -smirk- oh yes please.
Red: -laugh- oh no...
Ace: -runs on set- I didn't forget you! -leaps on Red-
CRASH.
Ace: Ow. Shit.
BLOOPERS
For Brooklyn:
(Prologue)
"Hullo Davey." A voice cut through David's concentration, making him glance sharply over toward a nearby alley. Sure enough a match was struck and a pinprick of fire cast a shadow over Jack Kelley's face as he lit the cigarette hanging from his lips. "What are ya doin' out thi- Fuck!"
David: -snort- what did you do?
Jack: -Waves hand- burnt myself...
(Chapter one)
"What is goin on ere?!" He cried, striding forward, boots pounding the dirt. The doors were barred, leaving David outside, banging on them and yelling at the top of his voice for them to let him in. "Davey...ow..."
Blink: ..we aint...-laugh- housin' em...Jack, you okay?
Jack: as well as could be after bein hit by a rock, thanks.
Spot didnt have an answer for that one so he just walked back to where he had started. He took a deep breath, and then his hand was a blur, load and shoot. One by one the bottles shattered, a sort of music only Spot was able to create.
"Spot." Red murmured softly, his voice cutting through the air with more force than a shout. The leader faltered, and the unthinkable happened.
SHATTER.
Red: you do realize...you weren't supposed to hit that.
Spot: -blows at top of his slingshot like a gun- I know.
(Chapter two)
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(Chapter three)
None of Spot's boys were going to spill, so Jack placed his hands on his hips and faced his own. "Well?" He demanded.
No one answered him. "DAVID!"
-David: bursts out laughing-
Me: whats so funny?
David: He spit on me!
Red shook his head with a chuckle, reaching out to turn Spot around, just as the light was sinking from the sky, painting all of Brooklyn with a soft glow. "I think you can do dis."
Spot: ...nope, sorry. I know how this all works out. I'll pass, thanks. -hands back cane and walks off-
Red turned to the side just in time to see Jack push off from where he had been leaning against the building. "What are ya talkin bout? I am goin on my own."
Jack snorted, "If you think you can make me stay, feel free to try."
When Red didnt respond, Cowboy pulled his hat onto his head, pulling the brim low.
Red: you think you look so cool, don't you?
Jack: -suave smile- Yup.
(Chapter four)
Red glanced down at him for a second before his hand moved, pebbles flying through the air to smash through the five bottles that were left. "When ya can do dat, kid."
Spot: I can do somethin bettah. -pushes-
SPLASH
Red: -sputtering- ...cute.
The other winced in sympathy, "Then what?" They had almost reached the warehouses by the water, which was where Spot most likely was, but they still had some area to cover first. "I mean, they still wanted Brooklyn, right?"
Red: no they suddenly changed their minds and wert after Queens. Honestly, have you even READ the script? -Scoff-
Red grinned at him, "Whaddya mean, Cowboy? I got away because im from Brooklyn."
Jack laughed, clapping him on the back, "Oh, im sorry. I forgot you Brookies are good at that kind of stuff."
Red: we're good at a lot of things. -eyebrow-
Jack: -Tries not to laugh-
Red: -smirk- how you doin?
(Chapter five)
Denton smiled as he prodded the horse and carriage forward, David and the other horse at his side. "Just like old times, eh, David?" He called with a chuckle over the roar from the newsies.
Shorty: Oooo! What were the 'old times' Davey? -catcall-
David: -Blush- shut up.
(Chapter six)
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!"
Docks: well you cant have him!
Race: you cant either!
-enter ominous music and sound of weapons being drawn-
SHICK
Denton: ...hoshit. -RUNS-
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!"
Whip: MY LOVE! -tackle-
Red: O.O
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?"
Spot: -smirk- not at all. It speaks for itself, thank you very much.
Karlof: -covers face laughing- Too much information, there, Spot.
Spot: l-augh- sorry, Karl.
(Chapter seven)
Jack pulled himself up onto a rafter, backing up slightly, daring his pursuers to follow him out high above the floor. "Yeah?! Well all that's in Brooklyn are annoying midgets who cant do nothing but smoke and sleep!"
Spot: I take offense to that, you know. I also Fuck Get it right, Kelly.
Jack: -SNORT-
Red's eyes followed its path, the memory resurfacing whether he wanted it to or not. Hands clenching at his sides, he let out a steady breath, "I have a headstrong kid to get back to, so lets make this quick, yeah?"
"I aint makin no promises." The newsie smirked, "I gotcha right where I want ya, and im gonna have some fun."
-insert random cough-
Red: ...all right, how many times have we done this? -chuckle-
Spot: im SORRY. Its just so...Dude, he's holding a WHIP.
Whip: -looks down- mmm...so I am. -pulls Red forward- mmm baby.
"Ya see, Davey, I aint always right, either. Sometimes you have no choice but to fight, but there are some times when being the calm one is the better option."
"Are you saying there is something im better than you at?" He had meant it as a joke.
Jack:Exactly, David. See? You understand...thats what I...Wait, what?
David:...Im sorry, I don't understand this man. -Walks off-
Ace laughed, "That so? Well, David "Mouth" Jacobs, co-leader of Manhattan, Im going to give you something I rarely give to anyone."
David: Yah? What's that, Daniel? I mean- shit.
(Chapter eight)
It happened within a split second. The board Jack was standing on began to creak and groan, giving way under his feet, sending him crashing toward the floor so far below. His hands flew in all directions, trying to find a hand-hold, something he could grab a hold of.
"JACK!" Spot cried as he fought on a nearby alcove, among bags of hay and other such items. Taking a running leap toward the edge, the leader of Brooklyn grabbed a hold of a hanging rope as he took a kamikaze jump off the sharp edge, praying the twine was strong enough to hold his weight.
CRASH
Spot: -Wince- oops. My bad.
Jack: Xx
"So, you didn't know who we were?" David asked with a raised eyebrow as Ace rode next to him on his own horse. "I find that hard to believe."
Ace: so do I. I mean, your reputation precedes you...
David: Exactly. Its all Jack's fault.
-offstage yell-
Ace: I do believe you're sleeping on the couch tonight, Dave.
"SPOT!" Red yelled, leaping over the stash of wood with all his anger and desperation behind his speed. He couldn't...wouldn't..."SPOT!"
The leader of Brooklyn turned, the world in slow motion. He saw Red rushing towards him, but why? What was...? Then he saw it, and the scene would be etched in his mind forever.
Karlof, pulling something from a nearby crate.
A sharp sound that echoed for all eternity.
Red: OWWW!!
Karlof: Sorry!
(Chapter nine)
"AHHH!" Spot roared, flying forward, vision turning crimson. He pulled his cane back, baseball style. He heard nothing, felt nothing, saw nothing. But HIM.
Karlof: -DUCK-
Spot: -laugh- Hey!
Karlof: -grin- oops. Reflex.
There was an almighty roar of noise and then the boy strangling Jack was no where to be found. Jack coughed, hands flying to his throat as he looked up at his savior. He thought his eyes were going to burst out of his head.
Jack: David! -tackle- I love you!
David: -blink- thats it. I quit.
(Chapter eleven)
"Spot." It was a soft whisper, but it made his head slam up in shock.
Red stood in the door.
Spot: Jumps up and falls OW- Fuck! jumps back up and hugs Red
Red: ...-snort-
Spot: -laugh- lemme guess, not usable? Didn't think so. Lets go again.
Extra Clips:
Pre-For Brooklyn
(Ace and the Bronx)
"Now, why don't you just hand your land over to me, and we can all be on our way."
"Never." The other snarled, his eyes heated and flaming in rage, "I'd rather DIE."
"Such a temper." Karlof grinned, snapping his fingers. "However, even the wildest horse can be trained, if only you know its buttons."
"Ace!" A high pitched scream reached his ears and he spun, fighting against the guards on either side of him. They weren't giving though, and all he was doing was hurting himself.
"Enough of this, Cardoni." Karlof leaned back in his chair, arms braced lightly on the arms. Turning his attention to the herded Bronx newsies, he could make out one of his higher ups, Pain- called that on account of his favorite pastime- with a young girl in his hands. "Surely you can see where this is going."
"Stand tall!" A voice cried from the group, "Don't do it, Ace! We're with you!"
The roar that met with that statement rent the air, and Karlof and Pain exchanged a glance a second before the little girl cried out in agony. Her legs were stretched and bent to their limits, a mere move in either direction would dislocate them.
"Yes, go ahead and do it, Ace." Karlof sneered, "Do it, and ill make sure this one never stands again." He brought his hand up and Pain lifted his leg to bring it down.
"Stop!" Ace's eyes were twin pools of midnight crystal, flickering in rage. "Just stop."
Raising an eyebrow, Karlof leaned forward. "And if I do?"
Ace didn't even have to say anything. It was clear in his eyes. To save one, he would give up himself. The only problem with that, was if he gave up himself, he gave up the Bronx. He gave up his kids.
But he couldn't sacrifice one to save them all.
Karlof waved his torturer off, "One child? I honestly thought it would take more." He laughed at the look of embarrassment on the other's face. "Doesn't matter. I've gotten what I want."
Ace was forced to his knees, held there by a hand on the back of his neck. Fingers dug into his skin so hard he knew he would be bruised later. His pride roared to life and he nearly jumped to his feet, but bit back the urge.
A leader cannot ask others to do what he himself cannot.
His motto. His life.
"A leader, bowing to me." Karlof snickered, moving leg so that his booted foot nearly clipped Ace's face. "Take my boot off, oh great leader."
Biting back everything he was, everything he had ever been, Ace Cardoni removed the other's heavy combat boot and laid it on the ground, never once looking up to see that smug smile on Karlof's face, or the utter loss and horror on his boy's.
He couldn't handle it.
"Good." The Queens leader smirked, "Very good."
"Daniel..." Munch whispered, his heart thudding painfully in his chest, This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't... Did the Bronx...Just get taken over?
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