Hey guys it's Ofclocksandviolets here. Hope you all have been well. I just want to thank those who have read and those who have reviewed too! It means a lot to me :)Sorry about the large gaps in updates. Finals have been crazy. And to answer a previous question that was asked, I will attempt to follow the movie plot line as best as I can, but my memory might not be the best. So bare with me.

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Chapter 3

Adora's, hands shook as she walked to school on Monday. She kept glass green eyes trained on the docks as she walked. There was no real reason for Adora, to be nervous but she was. It quite possibly might have to do with the fact that she had a small run in with a fabled villain, and lived. Adora, of course was trying her hardest to ignore her ridiculous behavior and carry on. "Come on Adora, suck it up it's not like you ran into death and cheated him. He was just a boy." That was the very issue though, Spot the feared King of Brooklyn was just a boy. He could have been a terrifying beast with rippling muscles and a yellow tooth sneer, but he wasn't. Which is what made Adora nervous, if all those stories were true, and a mere boy did those terrible things without gaining a least a pair of hollow eyes. Then Spot, was a force to be reckoned with.

Adora, stopped a moment to look down at the docks. The salty air was cool and teased her blonde hair. She, tugged her coat around her slim frame. Adora, could not see the very hide away where she had met the king from her perch, but all the same she could imagine it. She could imagine Spot, he sat on top of those crates, bossing boys like Dottie around during the day. Adora, didn't care to think of what he possibly did at night. With shiver, Adora continued her way to school, at a quicker pace then she had before. Her boots hitting with a forceful pound, against the stone streets.

The walk to school felt longer, today. There was something in the air that made Adora more reluctant and sluggish. It settle on her shoulders in an unfamiliar weight, like Jack's arm. It was not unwelcome, but she didn't understand. Not understanding that was scary.

When Adora did finally arrived at the normal meeting spot, she understood what the feeling was. It was chaos. Outside the Pultizer News building, a crowd had gathered. Among the hum of questions and pointing; there was shouting, the sound of brutal skin to skin contact, and cheering. Adora tried, to peer over the shoulders to get a look at what had drawn in the masses. But her height was working against her, and she couldn't see a thing.

Adora gave you trying to see what had the crowd's attention, and searched the mess for her friends "Hollie, Ellie!" she called. Adora listened a moment to the sound of the riot going on around her. No dice. She tried calling a few more times but the crowd was too dense. With a stroke of what Adora considered genius, she to the statue, scaled it before calling for her friend again. Once at the statue's top, Adora got a glimpse of what had so many people's attention.

In what she could only describe as a brick den. A collection of Newsies were rioting. They were ripping up News papers, and fighting other bothers. Ink and blood stained the stone. It was horrific. Adora stared at the scene for a millisecond, before calling once again for her friends. "Hollie, Ellie!" Adora received a response that time. "We are coming Adora!" Adora heard Hollis cry. Adora gazed down to watch, Eleanor using her elbow to shove through the crowd that started to gather, with Hollis in tow.

Hollis, and Eleanor joined Adora on top of the statue, gripping the marble in an awkward hug to prevent themselves from falling. "What in the blazes is going on here!" Adora asked with raised brows. Hollis shrugged her shoulders, "haven't the foggiest, but Ellie suspects it a strike." Adora craned her heard towards Ellie, "a strike?" she asked. Ellie, nodded red curls bouncing "the paper mill my brother Clark, works at had one 2 weeks ago, this resembles the scene he had described."

The three then turned to watch the mess of bodies inside the iron gates of the the newspaper building to continue to watch; fists were flying, boys were ripping papers to shreds, there was even some blood on the brick. "How horrific, you don't suppose Davey is down there do you?" Hollis mumbled, eyes widening for a second. Ignoring Hollis, Adora mumbled "It's getting awfully rough in there, won't be long before they call the police." Hollis and Eleanor nodded robotically in agreement. "I don't think we will be making it to school on time, not with all these people" Eleanor commented, while looking at the accumulation of on lookers.

Soon the noise of the strike mixed with the sound of horse hoofs in the distance. Some one must have informed the police. "They won't have much time to get out of there, somebody has to warn them," Adora mumbled watching the chaos. Then with out giving much of a second though she said, "Hollie hold my bag." Adora shoved her school bad into Hollis' arms, who looked at her friend confused. "Adora what are you gonna do?" Adora, without answering climbed down from the statue. She shoved through the crowd, uddering 'excuse me' a few times, making her way towards the lion's den.

Needless to say the confusion was worse on the inside. Adora was shoved a few times and narrowly dodged a few fists. She felt dread set in her stomach that she may have made a grave mistake. Taking a deep breath she shouted "you guys gotta get out of here the, police are coming!" Nobody payed attention to her, the boys were too caught up in there testosterone. Adora tried again "You guys have to go!" Still no one paid her mind.

They were getting more aggressive and out of control. Adora was getting claustrophobic. She decided she had tried her best. Adora attempted to shove her way through the mess of fighting boys, to get back to her friends, only to be knocked down flat. She smacked her head hard on the brick, her glasses shifting from the blow. Spots swirled in her vision, and her temper boiled. Adora rose back up with a scowl on her face. Adora fixed her glasses, and dusted her self off before tapping the boy who had pushed her on the shoulder while his back was turned.

The boy faced her with a ugly face, and thick uni brow. Adora spat "It's rude to push," before punching the boy square in the nose breaking it. The ugly boy held his bleeding nose, and Adora her hand. She glanced down at her hand and wrinkled and the red ooze that dotted it. Adora then looked up at the boy, who looked less than please. Black eyes hardening, he growled, winding a hand up to slap Adora.

She held up her arms ready to defend herself.

At the last moment, a hand gripped the boy's wrist from behind. "You heard her it's rude to push," a familiar voice drawled. Jack Kelly, twisted the ugly boy's arm behind his back, and shoved him to the ground. The boy fell, bashing his face. He laid there a minute, blood leaking from his broken nose onto the stone. Adora was sure he was dead until the ugly boy groaned. Satisfied that Adora, wouldn't be going to jail for murder today, she turned to Jack.

"Shakespeare you gotta get out of here, tough goil from Brooklyn or not." Jack was sweaty and smelled fairly vile. Blood dripped from his brow. And for the first time since their meeting Adora, looked him in the eyes. They were brown, endless, and moving. Adora blushed.

"Jack please, it's Adora, and your the one who has to leave the police will be here any minute," Adora countered with urgency. Jack smirked down at Adora, who had just become very aware of how short she was. "Shakespeare, you worried about little old me?" Adora rolled her eyes. "It's Adora, and I worry about all of my friends. Now please you have to go!" Adora shoved him lightly. "Now round up your boys-"

"Never fear Brooklyn is here!"

Adora, stopped talking to Jack and casted her gaze up toward the top of the news paper house. There she saw Spot standing atop of the paper house, with his hands perched on his hips, a sling shot in hand. Spot and his boys, hit the others with small stones. Once they ran out, Spot's boy descended into the chaos, most likely to fight with their fists. The King himself landed right in front of Adora, causing her to back into Jack who grinned and shook Spot's hand. "Glad you could make it Spot!" Jack shouted over the noise. Spot nodded "yeah well, nice to see ya again Shakespeare!" He smirked at Adora, taking her right hand in his before kissing it. The king thinks himself a charmer Adora, thought taking her hand back. She felt, Jack tense behind her before he laid his own hand on her shoulder.

Spot eyed Jack, with blue orbs. Jack glared right back. The tension was thick, as the boys appeared to battled each other.

Adora groaned. "Boys!" She cried getting irritated. They broke their staring contest, to look at Adora. "We have to leave the police will be here any second to break up the fight!"

Jack began to protest before, a gang of officers busted through the crowd on horses wielding clubs.

Adora looked on as one of the officers hit a boy. The boy fell limp, knocked out cold, and Adora for the first time feared for her life

Boys began to scatter about, climbing up the building, ducking in alleyways, and some even landed a last punch. Adora felt the weight of an arm around her shoulder, and a hand grip her arm. "Come on let's go boys!" she heard Jack shout to his lot, at the same time Spot called "fall out lads!" Adora was steered out of the den by Jack. They dodged boys and the clubs held by the police. Adora held her breath the entire time, cursing herself for trying to be a heroin.

Once they were beyond the iron gates, Adora breathed and looked around. It was a sight. Boys battered and bloodied. Some of them young. The on lookers were still there. She heard shouting coming from the site of the riot, and Jack call out "Crutchy!" Adora turned toward the Pultizer building.

Among the paper shreds, sat a lone boy tall gangly and big nosed. The police fell on him hosting him from his perch on top of the ink mass. He called out, screamed even. But they took him away. And just like that Crutchy was gone.

"Crutchy no!" Jack called out running foreword, only to be restrained by another boy. Jack fought the other boy for, realizing they was non hope for saving his friend. "Where are they taking him?" Adora breathed. "The boy's home," Jack spat. "What's that?" she asked spacey, still dazed from the expiernce. "It's where they take ya when you break a law! Alright Jez I thought you were supposed to be smart Ms. Scholarship!" Jack snapped out of no where. Adora lept backwark, tears pricking her eyes. Jack turned to her, with regret in his eyes "Shakespeare I'm sorry." Adora sputtered and then walked away.

She heard Jack call her, "Shakespeare wait!" he gripped her arm to stop her from going but Adora shook him off. She needed to leave now. And Jack let her go.

She whipped her eyes furiously, she knew Jack didn't mean it. But it still hurt. Why did it hurt so much? Adora felt something warm an sticky on the back of her head. She raised a hand to her blonde hair. Blood. Adora was bleeding. It must have been the fall. How did she not know she was bleeding?

"Adora!" she heard Hollis call.

"Over here Hollie!" Adora, called to her friends waving her hands. Once they spotted her in the dispersing crowd, Eleanor and Hollis rushed over. "Are you off your rocker!?" Eleanor cried. Hollis nodded furiously "seriously Adora, you could have been killed!"

"Somebody needed to warn those boys!" Adora defended. Hollis sighed "Adora, you can't always be an Austen heroin." Adora hung her heard low, it was fuzzy. Eleanor looked at her in concern, "Adora are you okay?" Her eyes widened when she saw blood mixed with Adora's light blonde hair. "Jesus Christ!" Eleanor swore. She then turned to Hollis, "we have to get her to sit down, and water to clean the cut."

Hollis nodded once, before she scanned the area. "There she pointed to what appeared to be a run down diner." Eleanor, and Hollis moved Adora so she rested on arm on either of their shoulders. Adora stumbled every step into the restaurant.

It smelled like smoke, and sweat. There was faint whispering. She could only see the floor boards. They creaked and were the color of rotten mustard. Eleanor maneuvered Adora into a wooden chair. "Can I have a glass of water please?" Hollis called. Adora, blinked her eyes her vision clearing a little. Eleanor was right in her face, studying her eyes. "Ellie I'm fine really, it's just a cut." Eleanor backed away a bit, and directed her attention at something else. Adora looked around and realized the shabby restaurant was filled with Newsies. They sat at small wooden tables, some chatted with eachother. Others watched her, curious about the blonde girl with the bleeding head.

Jack Kelly, was with them. He looked at her with a concern that wasn't unnoticed. Hollis returned with a glass of water, and Eleanor produced a hankie. Hollis dunked the hankie, in the water before pressing it to Adora's head. Who hissed at the sensation. The Newsies that were once watching the trio, turned back to their friends. All accept Jack who looked on still.

"I don't believe we will be making it to school today ladies," Eleanor smirked wringing her hands clearly still worried. Hollis sighed "the cut doesn't look too bad, my mom say the head always bleeds more." Adora chuckled a little "not much we can do about a strike. Sometimes I forget you mom is a doctor." Hollis chuckled, "taught my Dad everything he knows." The three of them giggled.

Jack, still watched on a few moments before he stood up. "Hey Jack where ya going?" Adora heard a boy say as Jack stuffed his hands in his pockets and started walking towards her. Some of Jack's gang watched him walk , with curious faces. He stopped in front of the three girls. Hollis, continued to wash away the blood from Adora's hair, but Eleanor excused herself to get more water.

"How'd ya get cut?" Jack asked.

Adora looked up at him "I hit my head pretty heard when that boy shoved me."

Jack smiled small "good thing I soaked him pretty good."

Adora laughed "I broke his noise first."

Jack, chuckled "you are a pretty tough lady."

Adora, looked down at her hands. They still had dry blood on them. Her stomach twisted. "Hollie, could I have that rag?" Hummed, and made to hand Adora the rag. Jack, grabbed the hankie before Adora could. "Allow me ma'am," he whispered. Adora nodded an held out her hand. Jack, rubbed the blood off her hand in a rough motion.

"Shakespeare," he began "I am sorry. Didn't mean to snap at ya like that, just frustrated..." He trailed off and stopped cleaning the blood off.

"I understand, and have already forgiven you Jack Kelly, and please it's Adora."

Jack, smiled, handing the rag back to, Hollis, and walking back towards his boys.

"Don't go knocking your head around too much Shakespeare. I may need your brain someday," he called over his shoulder.

Adora sighed, shaking her head. "It's Adora, she whispered."

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