Okay, so I come onto this website only to see that it has completely changed the tool barXD I'm as confused as ever at the moment.

That will teach me not to get involved with every activity under the sun.

Anyway, I started writing this after I finished my Science OAA and I planned out the next three chapters! Yay me for actually planning ahead!

Thanks for the reviews! Review and Read On!

WARNING! contains profanity. Sorry, I don't like writing it but it is needed sometimes.

- Emily

Braid felt a hand on her shoulder, Blink's, and it led her over to the edge of the bed. The child looked even worse up close. Braid could now see the shades of his bruises and how badly swollen his nose was. Braid put a hand on the wall as the room started to spin faster and faster. Her stomach felt like she was on a boat in a storm.

This is all my fault, she thought. She took deep breaths, in through her nose and out of her mouth, to try to calm the queasiness in her stomach. It didn't work.

"It was those bastards from Queens!" Spot boomed, causing all the commotion in the room to stop instantly. All eyes went to Spot.

"Spot, hold on. We can't prove that." Jack said. His tone was calm, however his eyes screamed more angry than Spot.

"Jacky-boy use your head! We are at war and little Tweet is soaked head to toe! That's it, Queens is out of control." Spot said, starting for the door. Jack grabbed his upper arm, holding him back.

"Spot, you need [roof before you attack. Or else you will just make the whole situation worse for everybody, you and your borough included-" Braid let out a sigh of relief, "-but I don't."

Damn it, thought Braid. Jack glanced once at Tweet before releasing Spot's arm and turning around. Just as he took a step, Braid was already placed in front of him. She held her ground and placed her hands on his chest to stop him.

"Whoa, hold on. Jack you need to think this through." She said.

"1, 2, 3. I thought about it. Now let me through." Jack hissed. Braid didn't move an inch.

"Okay, so what's your plan? To go attack Queens alone? Sorry about your luck Jack, but the odds are against you." Braid reasoned. Jack ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath.

"Why are girls always right?" he mumbled, walking back over to Spot. Braid chuckled.

"It's a gift. Now, Spot you have to do something. Now, why don't you do the reasonable thing and call a meeting?" She said. The tension in the room seemed to fade as Spot looked at the ceiling.

"You know, if you was a boy I'd soak ya for telling me what to do." Spot said. Braid smiled, but kept her mouth shut.

"Fine. Jacky-boy, meet me back her tonight at seven. Bring your second and Braid." He said.

"Does Braid really need to be there?" Jack asked, oblivious to the girl standing behind him. She tried not to take offense to that.

"Yes. She is from Queens, and she was here. Not to mention this is all her idea." Spot countered. Jack nodded.

"Sounds good. Take care of him, you hear?" Jack said, jerking his head to Tweet, who still laid unconscious on the bed. Spot nodded. After the traditional spit shake, Jack turned on his heals, his hands in his pockets, and the trio from Manhattan walked out the door.

*later that night*

The night started out with a drizzle. The boys, Jack and Race, walked with a sense of urgency. Braid walked a few steps behind, biting her cheek lightly and wrapping her arms around her to warm them. Race, as usual, broke the silence.

"So, what do you think will go down tonight?"

"I don't know. Spot is dead set on revenge." Jack said, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.

"So things are getting serious? No more recruiting, just fighting?"

"From the looks of it that's what High-Brow wants. Why else would he attack so early?" Jack responded.

Braid felt her stomach sink for the second time that day.

In a matter of minutes they arrived at the lodging house. Jack, once again, knocked on the door and it was opened by Jumper.

"They are up in Spots' room." He said.

"Thanks." Braid said quietly, seeing as neither Jack nor Race bothered to.

Boys, Braid thought, rolling her eyes.

They followed Jack up the stairs and down the hall to the first door on the left. The door had obviously been worn down. The white paint was chipping off and a medium sized hole was framed in the center. It was no doubt from the King of Brooklyn's fist.

The door creaked open when Jack turned the knob and the trio stepped inside. Boys were spread out all over the room. Spot was sitting on the bed, along with his second, Gold. Manhattan walked over and sat down on the floor against the back window.

"Good, so we are all here. As you just found out, Queens attacked today."

"Proof, Spot." Jack said.

"I don't care about proof, Jack. I want to do something." Spot snapped.

"I agree with Spot. Why wait? Even if they didn't soak Tweet, what's the harm? I doubt any of those wimps could take us on." Said Fisher, second in command of Staten Island. Braid dug her finger nails into the pal of her hand to calm herself.

"True that, Fisher. Anyway, Spot you're over thinking this. Just give High-Brow a taste of his own medicine. He attacked the newsie you were close to, so do the same thing to him." Robber explained. Spot nodded his head slowly.

"I like it. We have to hit High-Brow hard. How about tomorrow evening? All the leaders, sorry seconds." Spot said.

"Fine by me. Braid, this is where you come in." Jack said. Braid bit her lip.

"Um, I don't know." She said.

"Come on! There has to be at least one newsie High-Brow was close to." Race said.

Oh gosh, Braid thought to herself, trying to find a way out of answering. She couldn't just offer a friend of hers up like that!

"W-well, there is one kid. He is my age, four-teen, and High-Brow brought him in when he was ten. He found him sleeping on the side of a street. He brought him back to become a newsie, and they have grown pretty close. He was always smiling, always so cheerful. The room always brightened up when he walked in, he didn't even have to say anything! I think that's why High-Brow always liked him, because he wasn't like the other guys. He was more of a lover than a fighter. He always tried to talk things out first." She said, chosing her words carefully.

"The kid sounds perfect! Go on, Braid. What's his name?" Jack asked.

"H-his name is Eyes. We called him that because he has sort of a baby face. His eyes are really girly also, but all the girls melt when they see them. He has dark brown hair as well. Since you are going in the evening, he should be heading to a small café we all used to go to. It's called Deviso's and it's right off the corner of Oak and Third. Honestly, you can't miss him." Braid concluded, her hands sweaty.

"Perfect," Spot said, standing up. "We'll intercept him on his way there. Thanks, Braid. You've done good, kid." Braid nodded, not saying a word. All the leaders and their seconds stood up to leave. As Manhattan filed out of the room, Braid felt a feeling like she never felt before. She head was spinning and she felt as if she was in a trance.

What was she supposed to do now?

There was no kid named Eyes.

There you go! I hoped you liked it I'm going to get some sleep now. I have a soccer tournament this weekend and we had two games earlier today, plus I had practices and a scrimmage on Friday with my other club. Three games in less than 24 hours= exhausted me!

Thanks for reading! Review, please!

-Emily