Chapter Eight
Author's Note: Once again, two chapters to one story in one day! Yay! I hope to start writing a Gravity Falls fanfiction story/chapter soon, during my trip in New York, so expect one on that topic soon! This will most likely be my last chapter before I go away, but don't worry, afterwards, there will be more chapters when I get back. Anyways, here's ...wait for it...Chapter Eight!
"Well, I don't know how this happened. I wasn't there!" Mark said, sounding like he was trying to get his way out of the problem.
"Yeah, well, youse still teased dem." said Blink, not letting this boy past his guard.
"Well...well the kid was rude to my mother and that one is a gimp. They both..." said Mark, trailing off when he saw the look in Blink's eyes.
"You call him "gimp" one more time and I'll hurt ya, I'll hurt ya real bad!" yelled Blink.
"Yeah, he be nicer den all of us." said Race.
"An' bein' a cripple don't do nothin'. Say da word "gimp" one more time an' I'll hurt youse bad."
"Well..."answered Mark but then he stayed quiet.
"You don't get the right to this telling off! Be quiet, and don't hit my brother!" Isabella said, looking terrified and defiant at the same time.
"He can fight his own fights, he be older dan youse anyway, it's clear." Blink answered. Isabella stared at him.
"Yeah, how darn good can he fight?" asked a newsie.
"Don, don't cause no fights yet. Jus' wait." Blink said and Don was quiet.
"We don't see why the death of two simple, plain, newsboys should affect the world." Isabella said. "Society doesn't need the gimps."
"Now youse listen heah! "Da World" do care because dey are losin' money, but dat's not me point. Me point is dat Crutchy is needed heah, and is a bruddah to us like Mark is ta youse. An' so's Micky to the Bronx. Crutchy's da one who widout, we'd nevah be nice ta youse an' wouldn't have any hope dat ya wouldn't try ta get us in youse traps dat ya set out for da newsboys!" yelled Blink. "Ah, yes, da traps. Policemen, an' dey ain't nice ta us. If youse weren't a goil, I would hurt ya bad! But since youse are, I'm gonna fight Mark heah."
"No!" cried Lisa. Blink moved in front of Mark who glared back but I could see that he was terrified. Crutchy suddenly screamed, and we all turned to see Jerry ready to hit Crutchy in the stomach again. The boy had managed to sneak through the crowd, and I hadn't seen him.
Lisa had seen him and had been in concern for him. Isabella looked smug and scared for Mark. Blink bellowed at Jerry who sat down and whimpered. Crutchy was closer to crying and I could see he was tearing up. I stared as Blink came back and picked up Jerry.
"Who told youse ta do dat?" he yelled.
"Isa-Isabella." Jerry miserably said, looking at the ground. Blink put him down and turned on Isabella.
"Does dis really not mattah ta youse? I don't see why youse enjoy torture!" he yelled now facing the siblings. "Youse are gonna kill 'im!"
Crutchy looked up at Blink and then at me. I knew he was in unbearable pain, and I was as well, so I really couldn't help him. Blink turned to Crutchy.
"Blink...don't..." Crutchy said but stopped. Blink looked ready to cry again. I could only hear because I was so close to them.
"Youse are gonna be fine. Hold on." Blink whispered back. Then he turned to Mark. "I'm gonna beat youse up. Let's have a go. Come on, do dis." he said. Mark nodded.
The two of them started off fast. Blink and Mark threw and kicked fast. I watched silently. Then, Mark sat down abruptly and was done. It was quick. Isabella ran forward to her brother. Blink stepped back and then came back over to Crutchy.
"Crutch, hold on. I'm sorry ta fight dem, he brought dis upon hiself." Blink said, sitting down next to Crutchy.
"Blink...don't do...nothin' stupid." Crutchy said.
"Hold on. Don't leave me, an' Micky, youse ain't gonna eider. Don't hurt any of youselves, it ain't neider of youse fault." replied Kid Blink softly.
"No...nevah. It ain't youse fault." Crutchy gasped and grabbed Blink's hand. Blink looked at him sadly.
Then Crutchy looked at me, and I nodded at him, and he back. I felt tears of pain, sadness, and just despair going down my cheeks.
Crutchy still held Blink's wrist and let go if it and lay there, not unconscious, just staring at the roof of his bunk. Blink was crying silently, and the other newsies were quiet. Isabella, Mark, Lisa, and Jerry were talking in hushed voices. Blink looked at Crutchy then me. He was in physical pain because of the both of us and how we had both ended up, and how I was from a different borough and that now he would have to deal with the Bronx group too, and just everything in general that had happened.
"Don't neider of youse blame youselves, got dat?" said Blink. Crutchy and I only looked at him, not sure wether to answer.
After a few minutes, Crutchy suddenly went unconscious. I felt sleep, pain, and soreness all over me and wondered how I had stayed conscious. Blink was curled up and holding onto Crutchy's hand. The newsies were silent, as were the siblings.
There was something to be said about Kid Blink that night. Most had never seen him cry because he had always seemed so in control, and a leader, not someone who broke down and cried a lot. He now was and I was done, but still felt the dreadful pain and everything.
When Blink sat up, he didn't let go of Crutchy's hand. His left side of his face was tear streaked and his eye red and puffy. Mark came up to him and stood next to him until Blink looked up at him.
"What youse want?" he asked.
"We came with a warning. The police are coming. They heard all about it from everyone in my family. They'll be here tomorrow I expect." Mark replied.
"Tanks. We'se gonna fight dem back, though." said Blink and Mark nodded.
"Can we leave now?"
"Yes, go." said Blink and they walked out.
Blink turned to the newsies. They got the message and started to get ready for bed. Blink would spend the night next to Crutchy. I fell asleep soon after the siblings had left.
Author's Note: I will update as soon as I can when I get back from New York in a week and a half I think. Thank you for reviewing the last few chapters, and review this one please! I will update when I get home, don't worry, you'll just have to wait a little while. But in the meantime, please, please, please, REVIEW!
