Chapter5

Warriors

A/N Hey reader! I know I said I would upload yesterday, but I went to an early St. Patty's day party, and well you guys know how those can end up. So anyway I will (hopefully) be producing a double upload today to make up for lost chapters. =). So this chapter is a bit different because it is focused around Queens (dun dun dunnnn!) Brooklyn's rivals. So this chapter is their view on things. Enjoy! Oh, and as much as I would love to, I still do not own Newsies, just the characters you don't recognize. Title song for this chapter comes from Lord of the Dance, one of my favorite songs, and I'm listening to it while writing this chapter, very inspirational for writing and evil character. Enjoy!

As plans were being made in Manhattan, there was another meeting brewing in the city. In the basement some secluded bar in Queens, scheming was being made by a most distasteful young man. The boy was tall, slender, but tone and muscular in his chest and arms. His face was angular and sculpted with prominent cheekbones and a slender nose. His hair brown in color and greasy from lack of washes fell over his forehead whisking over his deep green eyes. In one hand, a switchblade open and ready for use was being flipped and turned; the other was being run through his hair in an act of frustration. The boy sat at a desk that was missing drawers and was wobbly, but would have to do. His leg nervously and anxiously bounced up and down in expectation of the news he was about to receive, and a scowl played on his lips. This young man was Kieran Doyle or to the newsies he was Blade. Notorious for using his switch blade in street fights, he lied, cheated, and stole his was up to the throne of Queens. His friend and second in command Matches, stood behind him a stone cold expression on his face. His hands were clasped behind his back so no one would see he was fiddling with his thumbs in anticipation. In the small damp basement, about 4-5 of Blade's newsies were scattered around, all big burly boys. Everything was silent before another boy appeared from a separate adjoining room. When he came out, Blade quickly stood up and walked over to him followed closely by Matches. The other newsies heads perked up and some leaned forward to hopefully hear what was going to be said.

"How is he?" Blade asked.

"Not good." The reply came, "But he'll make it. He jus' needs da tie ta heal and get stronga'. Dat was a hell of a soakin' dat kid got. Any idea who coulda' done it?"

"Not an idea." Match spoke up. "I KNOW who did it. It was god dammed Brooklyn. I know dis for a fact. Da night he saved dat stupid broad. He mentioned soethin' bout you getting' a new spy, a bedda' one. "

"What'a we gonna do?" a newsie but the name of Benny asked.

"I'll tell you what were gonna do." Blade spoke up. "We're gonna' get Brooklyn back so bad dat bastard Conlon won't know what hit em'. But we gotta make dis hit good and strong, so he knows not to mess around with Queens!" he emphasized this by plunging his knife into the desk, as if pretending he was driving the blade into the chest of Spot.

Cheers erupted from his newsies as they were all thinking the same thing: Brooklyn was going to fall.

"Flick." Blade called and a large newsie stood up from the crate he was occupying and sauntered over to him.

"Whad'a ya need boss?"

"I want chu to go to Manhattan and see what those weasels are up to. I got word from Nickel dat dey was havin' a meetin. I want you to go dere, get any info you can, and report back. Oh and if you can, try to meet up with our otha' spy and see if he knows somethin'." Blade instructed.

"Sure boss."

"Good, now get goin'. And don't disappoint me."

Flick sprinted up the stars of the basement to fulfill his leader's demands. Manhattan was a few miles away, so he had to hurry.

Finally. Blade thought. As soon as we get the when and where to strike, we'll come down harder than anything Conlon has ever seen. He'll be sorry he ever crossed my path and then Brooklyn will be under my control, as it should have been 2 years ago. Watch out Spotty-boy, cause Blade is commin'.

A/N Well that was chapter five, kinda short, but still to the point. So yeah, I want Blade to be like, really evil and I have BIG plans for him later in the story. I also want him to be somewhat of a prick, like sending other guys out to do his dirty work, you know? But yeah if you caught on there is a traitor between Manhattan and Brooklyn. *gasp!* I love being evil in my story plotting. =). Well I hope you liked this! I'm working on the next chapter that should be posted later in the night, but for now the Dairy Queen opened in my town, so ice cream here I come! Anyway, follow, favorite, and review pretty please!