A/N: Hello, all! It's currently almost 9am out here on the West Coast….which means I got like 6-7 hours of sleep…ugh… ;) I just can't seem to go to sleep at a decent time! Anyways, I am excited for this chapter…I have a feeling that you all will come after me once you read it, but still, I'm excited for it to get out there! The nice thing for you guys is that I'm going to attempt to make it not a cliff hanger. If I fail miserably, I apologize, but I'm going to try my darndest to resolve it. The next chapter should be out tomorrow, and I'll let you all know how Wicked went! (One super exciting thing-I'm pretty sure the woman playing Elphaba replaced Kara Lindsey as Katherine in Newsies. "Liana Hunt", anyone?)
DISCLAIMER I DON'T OWN NEWSIES AND NEVER WILL!
Responses to reviews:
Biankies: Yay-you got it! I was trying to figure out some nervous habit he could have, and then was like, "Wait a second…I can't have him have a tv show-watching website like FansieFace and I do (Hulu), but I know what I can stick in-biankies and their fingernails!" ;) It just seemed to work. Yeah, they're definitely a league of idiots, but, that's what they call themselves….it just doesn't work. At all. That's good, but still…with the amount of whumpage that happens to a beloved character in this chapter…I don't know. You're welcome, and I will make sure to keep the chapters coming!
FansieFace: Yeah, Romeo is in the description-he's with Juliet and Crutchie, one of the ones Race is keeping an eye over. I didn't have him doing too much yet, but he will soon. Haha, I totally agree, all of them need to get punched in the face and other sensitive body parts… Hopefully they will by the end, but…we'll see! Yeah-be very cautious, Newsies! I'm super excited to see it too! I've done a song "For Good" in choir a while ago, and three scenes in one of my acting classes… ;) I'm seeing it at the Keller Auditorium in Portland, OR. And, seriously-how could I forget about you guys? ;)
K Kelly: Why thank you! Yeah, Jack's definitely going to be very protective of Katherine now…you'll see what happens, though! Thanks for checking it out!
Paperstars24601: Why thank you! I hope you like the rest of these chapters!
Oh-I forgot to mention this earlier….because we never actually saw the newsies go in and actually get their papes, I didn't have to/get to use the Delancy brothers. However, as we will be seeing that in this story, you will be seeing them for the first time! (Not very often, but still… )
Enjoy "A Rich Man's Newsie" Chapter 3!
"And this time his leg wasn't sore. It was throbbing."
The next morning, the newsies straggled out of bed, still wiping the sleep from their eyes. They had stayed up past what they normally did, consumed as they were with the gigantic poker game that had broken out. Of course, Mush, Jojo, Mike, Ike, and Scabs had dominated the competition, but a few, like Romeo and Sniper, had actually given the five a run for their money. Not that they would admit it, of course. As Jack had hoped, the game had distracted the newsies from the unpleasant encounter they had had with The League of Gentlemen they had had that day, and they went to bed with high spirits. As they approached the distribution center, they were excited for the new day of selling.
Or, at least, they were.
"Where'd all da papes go?" Race queried. The newsies entering behind him also looked around, confusedly gaping. They knew how many papers were supposed to be there, or, at least, what it looked like when all of them were there. To their practiced eyes, it looked as if half of the papers were missing. "How is we supposed ta split dis between all a us?" Romeo asked, looking worriedly at Jack. The older boy looked around nervously. "I dunno, kiddo…let's see if da Delancys know wat's goin' on." The Delancys were indeed waiting for them at the end of the center, like normal, but they had sneers on their faces that didn't look exactly normal.
"So, you's finally here, is ya?" Oscar cackled, sneering at all of them. "You's all too late-dem rich boys took half of dem papes, which only leaves ya with whatever's left." The newsies looked at each other, horrified. What had The League of Gentlemen done?
"You mean to say that the League of Gentlemen came in and took half of our papers?" Davey asked the brothers. Morris grinned at him. "Dat's what he just said, ain't it?" The newsies were horrified. Without the papers that The League had just taken, there wouldn't be enough for everyone to have their normal amount, meaning that some newsies might not even get papes at all. "Can dey do dat?" Specs questioned. "I mean, why would dey take 'em anyways? It's not like dey would try ta sell 'em or something…"
"Oh, didn' dey tell ya? Dat's what dey's doing-except dey's givin' dem away for free. Deir parents have 'nough money dat dey can jus' give da papers away for free, and den buy more da next day." Jack whistled lowly as everyone looked at him. Inwardly, he was cursing The League of Gentlemen (or as he was now calling them, "The League of Idiots") with every breath he took, but outwardly he didn't show it, knowing that the others were looking to him, and needing the reassurance that it would be okay, that they would somehow make it through this. He took a deep breath, formulating his plan in his head before speaking. "All right-nobody panic. Here's what we's gonna do. Since dere's not enough papes for everybody ta git dere normal number, we's gonna sell in groups. Specs, Finch, an' Elmer, you guys sell with Les an' Snitch. Keep an eye on dem-make sure dey don' git inta too much trouble." The older boys nodded. "Mush, Jojo, Mike, Ike, an' Scabs, you all sell tagether, an'…Albert, Henry, Sniper, an' Buttons, you too." Again, the boys nodded. "Now…Romeo an' Juliet, is you two gonna be alright selling with just de two a ya?" He smirked, and waved a hand. "Don' answer dat. Actually, Crutch, you sell with dem too, jus' so I know nothin' bad's gonna happen ta them. Me, Race, an' Davey'll be nearby if ya need anything-an' dat goes for any of ya." Everyone nodded, and started collecting their papers. They made sure to take an equal amount as the other groups, so that no one would end up with only two papers to sell, while another group had too many. Finally, once they were all settled, they headed out of the distribution center and headed for the streets. They were further angered to find that the rich boys had taken over corners that the newsies had always sold on. They looked to be having a grand old time, telling people that they should take a free paper from them, because they were rich, and could buy all the papers they wanted. Many people were flocking to them, enticed by the offer of a free paper. Jack cursed under his breath again. "All right-we knows wat ta do. Dey may be tryin' ta sell free papes, but we's bin doin' dis for a long time-we's professionals. Y'all knows what ta do." The others nodded, slowly heading off into groups to find a free corner. Romeo, Juliet, and Crutchie set up on a corner a few blocks away from the Refuge, while Jack, Davey, and Race headed over to Jack's normal corner on the Refuge. Luckily, it was still open-probably because the Refuge was an old dilapidated eyesore, and the rich boys wouldn't be caught dead around it. The other nice thing about that corner is that, even though there were a couple rich boys on the corners across from them, it provided them a pretty good view of Romeo, Juliet, and Crutchie. If they couldn't see all of the newsies, Jack would rather be able to see those three, and make sure nothing happened to Crutchie. The others, of course-but especially Crutchie.
The morning went pretty quickly, the rich boys giving away lots of papers, but the newsies being more efficient, having sold papers for countless years. Some nice people even took papers from the rich boys and then gave them to the newsies to sell, saying that they didn't need to read them for free-they'd rather pay good money for them then get them for nothing. This made the rich boys a bit frustrated, since they were trying to get the public to do the complete opposite, but they couldn't really mention it in front of the public.
There was a lull in selling at about two o' clock in the afternoon. Les and Snitch had managed to charm a bread vendor into giving them enough rolls for the entire family of newsies, and had run around to each little group of newsies, giving them a small snack. They were harassed some by The League members, but their older brothers made sure to keep the brunt of the taunts on them, instead of their youngest brothers, and kept the boys moving, so that no one would tease them for too long. (They could tease them for as long and as much as they wished, which was the privilege of an older brother, but they wouldn't allow anyone else to do the same.) As they arrived at Crutchie, Romeo, and Juliet, they heard two of the rich boys taunting the three newsies. "I'm surprised you've managed to sell any papers, with who you three are-a giant of a girl who's too big for her britches, a lovesick puppy who's only method of selling is to flirt with every woman who is within fifty feet of him, and a cripple who can't sell a paper without using his limp to solicit sympathy from the entire Manhattan population." Both Romeo and Juliet were enraged at his taunts, but Crutchie shook his head at both of them. "Don' sink ta his level." he murmured. "Don' let him drag ya inta somethin' bad. He can' hurt ya. If ya don' let 'em." He turned to the boy who had been taunting them. "An' who is ya supposed ta be?" he called to the other boy, who smiled, showing his tenth. "My name is Delon Underbridge, cripple. You would do well to remember it, as well as his, Mitchell Renard Smith, and his, Lucius Mannon. They are some of the last names you will hear before you fade into obscurity."
"You keep sayin' dat we's gonna fade and become…wat was dat word, 'obsolete', I think? If ya think dat 'bout us, den ya don' know jack about us. An' you 'specially don' know jack 'bout Jack." Romeo grinned at his words, while both Crutchie and Juliet quietly groaned. "We's ain't jus' gonna give up without a fight, an' we's gonna win-jus' like we always do." As Romeo talked, Crutchie turned to Les and Snitch. "Git goin' now, ya hear? Go give Jack, Race, an' Davey deir snack. We's gonna be fine here." Les and Snitch nodded, and headed off for the older newsies.
"Oh please." A new rich boy-Mitchell Renard Smith, the newsies recognized-joined the conversation. "You won the strike and the lawsuit by sheer dumb luck. If that stupid judge hadn't already been sympathetic to your 'plight', and Warden Snyder and the Clancy brothers had done their jobs properly, Margaret would be back home, where she belongs, and the public would know how sorry and pathetic you all are. It's the same with the strike-if that idiot daughter of Pulitzer hadn't fallen in love with the brain-dead cowboy you call a leader, Jack Kelly, you would all be paying eighty cents a paper-or more." He chuckled gleefully at the thought. "In addition, that cripple would still be stuck in the Refuge, where scum like him belongs." Again, Crutchie tried to stop Romeo and Juliet, but both of them were enraged now. Crutchie was mad, of course, at what the rich boys were saying, but he had gotten used to people taunting him over his sixteen years of life, and so it didn't incite him to action as much as it did the younger newsies. Juliet, of course, shared Race's extreme and fiery temper, while Romeo was more like Jack and Davey-their tempers were still there, but they burned cold and hard, and took longer to fully explode. Once they did, though, the best thing to do was to simply run for cover.
"You shut up right now, or I's gonna sock ya in de place where da sun ain't shinin'!" Juliet declared, glaring over at the rich boys. "If de boys hadn' rescued me an' won da suit, I would of bin dead within da week, knowin' my bastard parents. An' if Warden Snyder and Evan an' Aaron had done their 'jobs' right, I could'a died dere too. So don' you come here sayin' dat dat kinda life would be better for me-cause it ain' true. None a it is."
"An' don'cha go 'round insulting us 'bout da strike neither!" Romeo cried. Whenever they were yelling back at someone making fun of the newsies' strike, neither Juliet or Snitch said anything. They always left that to the boys who had been in the strike, knowing that they had no right to speak about something they hadn't experienced. Juliet had still been under the bridge, so she saw it but wasn't a part of it, and Snitch hadn't even been in the borough at that point. Therefore, she left this topic to Romeo and Crutchie. "Katherine ain't an idiot, she's one a de smartest gals we knows-present company excluded, a course-an' she an' Jack are unstoppable tagether. We was successful in da strike cause we worked hard an' stuck tagether as a family, which is somethin' none a ya could eva hope ta undastand." He took a breath, trying to calm his anger. "Plus-don'cha ever talk 'bout Crutchie in da Refuge. He's one'a da greatest brothers we has, and he keeps us all goin' when we's eva losin' da hope ta keep going. So don'cha say nothin' bout dat ta any of us. Eva." Their tirades over, both Romeo and Juliet took deep breaths, trying to calm down their tempers. Crutchie gripping both of their shoulders helped.
They heard a noise coming towards them, and looked up to see Delon heading straight for them. They also noticed Mitchell and another League member, who they didn't know (Nixon) moving over to block the view that Jack, Race, and Davey had of the three. Crutchie quickly crutched in front of the two younger newsies. "Whateva happens, don' do anathin' rash, ya hear? Iffn' anathin' happens, ya gotta promise me ya'll go git Jack and de others before ya do anathing ya'll regret later-ya undastand?" The younger newsies tried to protest, but under his steady glare they finally nodded and promised him. Crutchie then looked back up at Delon. "Wat do ya want, den?" he asked, trying to keep his anger in check. Delon glared back down at him, sneering at the younger boy. "You disgust me, cripple. You should have rotted in the Refuge, where you belong. None of the newsies like you-they just keep you around as a pet because they can't get rid of you. If they could manage it, you'd be out on the streets begging within a day. You're like the Refuge-an eyesore to the newsies who needs to be exterminated."
WHAP!
Delon stumbled back in surprise. He hadn't seen the boy move, but somehow the crippled newsie had managed to lean on one of the others, a boy with black hair and dark brown eyes, to brace himself, and then had taken his crutch and smacked Delon across the face. Delon rubbed the place of impact and felt pain shooting across a large expanse of his left cheek. He would probably have a bruise there by the end of the day.
That cripple would pay.
Almost a second later, Delon grabbed Crutchie and tackled him. Of course, Crutchie was putting up a good fight, but Delon was slowly overwhelming him, especially since he had the use of both of his legs. As they were fighting, Crutchie managed to call out to Romeo and Juliet, who were standing there, frozen in shock, horror, and absolute terror, "Go git Jack, Race, an' Davey! Dey'll…owh!...Dey'll know what ta do!" When the two younger newsies didn't move, he yelled again, "Go git Jack, Race, an' Davey! I'll be alright-go!" Finally, his younger siblings were able to move, and dashed off for the Refuge corner.
Jack, Race, and Davey had had a pretty good selling day, and only had a couple of papers left. They hadn't had too much trouble with the rich boys who were stationed around them, and according to Les and Snitch, neither had the others. They were taunting the newsies, of course, but it wasn't escalating into anything major. They had actually been laughing at the barbs that Anton and Conrad Birden, the two League members closest to them, had sent their way-they had heard worse than that in the past, and it didn't faze them that much anymore.
Suddenly, Davey froze. "Jack…Race…do you hear that?" Both of the newsies stopped talking and stayed still for a moment, soon hearing what Davey was talking about. There were pounding footsteps coming nearer, as if someone-or more than one someone-was running towards them. The three newsies looked around, and their eyes finally landed on Romeo and Juliet, who were running straight for them. The two younger newsies looked positively terrified.
"JACK!" At Romeo's shout, Jack stepped forwards. The younger newsies were breathing hard, so he waited for them to catch their breath, crouching down to meet their eyes at their level, and placing a hand on a shoulder of each. Once they were breathing easier, he asked, "Wat happened? Did da rich boys do somethin'?" Both Romeo and Juliet quickly nodded. Jack could hear Race and Davey suck in breath behind him, but his attention was fixed on his younger siblings. "Wat happened?" he asked again. It took a second, but finally Juliet managed to squeak out, "Some of da rich boys…dey was givin' us a hard time, an' one a dem…Delon, I think…ended up goin' after Crutchie an' insultin' him somethin' terrible. Crutchie smacked 'em in da face with his crutch, but den Delon tackled him and dey started fightin'. Crutchie told us to come an' get da three of you." As soon as she finished speaking, both newsies could see the cold and dark fire that flashed in Jack's eyes. It softened a tiny bit when he looked back at them. "Ya mean Crutchie an' dis…Delon…is fightin' right now?" When the younger newsies nodded, Jack clenched his teeth together. Then, he stood up, squeezing his hands resting on Romeo and Juliet's shoulders. "Thanks for lettin' us know, kids. Ya can come with us iffn' ya want, but Race, Davey, and me got some…work to do." He looked at Race and Davey, who both nodded, the same fire and anger that burned through Jack showing in their eyes. They quickly ran off for the corner, Romeo and Juliet following behind them. When they arrived, they were met with a horrible sight.
Crutchie was hurt.
Bad.
The closest Jack could get to describing his best friend's condition was that he looked like he did at his worst point in the Refuge…if you doubled that, and added in a whole slew of other bruises. As they stood there frozen, Delon stepped up and stomped hard on Crutchie's bad leg. The younger newsie cried out in pain. The snapping sound that followed told the surrounding newsies that Delon had just broken Crutchie's gimp leg. Then, as if to add insult to injury, Delon picked up the younger boy's crutch, and together with Mitchell and Lucius, snapped the crutch in half. They cackled down at the younger newsie…but then suddenly froze. From behind them came a growl, so low and dark that they thought it was a bear or some big animal, before reminding themselves that that was impossible-there were no bears in Manhattan. Their momentary doubt gone, they cockily turned around to see what had growled at them.
And almost mewled in fear.
The three oldest newsies-Jack, Race, and Davey-stood before them. Race and Davey looked positively livid and the boys took a step back at the sight of them. Then, they noticed Jack's face. The newsie leader's face was contorted by rage and anger, and his dark eyes held a fire so dark and hot that the rich boys almost feared for their lives.
"Git away from him. Now." Jack murmured darkly. The three rich boys were still terrified, but they put on a false bravado, figuring that Jack would just try to rough them up a little bit, but then would be more concerned with his friend than them. "No. Why do you even care about him anyways-he's just an eyesore of a pest. We're doing you a favor here, you know." Delon crowed, looking proud of what they had done. Jack quickly flicked his eyes down to Romeo and Juliet, before looking back at Delon. "Dat de guy who was goin' afta Crutchie?" he queried, barely moving his mouth. Both of the younger newsies nodded, quietly moving back, so the three older boys had a clear runway. They knew what was going to happen, and they didn't want to be obstacles in the three's path. Another low growl was all the warning The League members got before Jack, Race, and Davey sprinted forwards and launched themselves on the rich boys-Davey on Lucius, Race on Mitchell, and Jack, of course, on Delon. The rich boys tried to put up a fight, but they had severely underestimated the skill and heart that the newsie boys brought to every fight-even Davey, who was more of a book-smart person, had worked with Jack and Race, so that he could hold his own very well in a fight. The three rich boys never stood a chance. Romeo and Juliet ran up and stood in front of Crutchie, who was nearly unconscious on the ground, so that if the rich boys wanted to get to him, they had to go through the younger newsies. Mitchell and Lucius nearly got away from Race and Davey briefly, but Romeo and Juliet fended them off and then shoved them back towards their older brothers, who finished up taking care of them. Mitchell and Lucius ended up running away, multiple bruises between them, and one possibly dislocated shoulder that Davey was particularly proud of. Jack was still pounding Delon, and all four of the other newsies thought for a few seconds that their leader was going to kill the rich boy beneath him. Finally, Race and Davey grabbed Jack from behind, and physically yanked him off of Delon, who quickly took the opportunity to stagger to his feet and run off after his friends. Jack tried to shake off his two friends, but they held firm, not letting him go. "Wat're ya doing?" Jack bellowed, his rage still clear in his voice. "Don'cha care dat dat bastard went afta Crutchie an' nearly beat him to a pulp?"
"Of course we do, Jack. We're just as mad as you are about it. You taught Delon enough of a lesson, though-if they try to hurt one of us, they're going to get what's coming to them, since we protect our own." Here Davey's eyes softened. "But mauling the rich bastard isn't going to do much good, if we don't get Crutchie back home to the Lodging House and take care of him." The sense in Davey's voice and the firm but gentle grips Race and Davey each had on his shoulders slowly calmed Jack's anger and rage until he could see through the red haze that had descended as soon as he had seen Crutchie getting soaked. He took a breath, and worked to relax. When he felt that he wouldn't try to chase after Delon as soon as he was let go, he nodded, and Race and Davey let go. Jack immediately moved over to Crutchie, who was desperately trying to stay conscious. Race followed him, as Davey beckoned the two younger newsies over. "Are you both all right?" he quietly asked them, knowing that Jack and Race would be spending their whole concentration on Crutchie, and wouldn't be able to spare the energy to ask this question of their youngest siblings until it could be too late. Both Romeo and Juliet nodded. "Yeah, we's alright…they didn' hurt us none." Romeo murmured, the shock and terror clearly showing in his voice. Davey turned to look at Juliet, who nodded, tears shining in her eyes, before launching herself at Davey and hugging him as hard as she could. Davey quickly returned the embrace, rubbing his sister's back as she quietly cried. "Easy, Juliet, easy…you're all right, and Crutchie is too. You two got to us in time-he's going to be all right, you'll see. It's all right." He knew that the younger newsie hadn't seen a newsie this badly beaten before (she had been, of course, but she hadn't seen it happen to someone else), and that she was in complete shock and terror, and needed the embrace in order to get out all of her pent-up emotions and try to relax. She was an extremely tactile person, after all. He kept the tight embrace and the hand rubbing her back until he could hear her calming down to the occasional sniffle, and she briefly nodded, slowly moving out of the hug. Davey did as well, but caught her shoulders before she got too far away. "Crutchie's going to be fine-you'll see. He'll be up and complaining about his leg before you know it." Juliet nodded, her tears slowly subsided. Romeo grinned behind her, trying to relax himself. Davey nodded at the both of them, before they all turned to see how Jack and Race were doing with Crutchie. As they walked up, Jack turned to look at them. "Romeo, Juliet-I need you two ta go ta da Lodging House an' git one a da beds ready for Crutchie, since dere's no way in heck dat he's gonna git up ta da roof. Make sure it's on da first level. Den go an' git da doctor dat came da last time an' helped us with ya." Almost before Jack was done giving the order, Romeo and Juliet were racing off, knowing that Jack's orders needed to be followed immediately and without question in this circumstance. Once they were gone, Jack turned to Race and Davey. "Now we gotta git him home somehow…an' I dunno if we can pick him up without hurtin' him." The other two sighed, before racking their brains, all three trying to figure out a way to get Crutchie back without causing him further pain. Then, they heard someone gasping from behind them. "Oh my…those rich boys did a number on him. I have something that might help you." A look revealed a middle-aged man who was working at a shop outside the streets. He rushed inside his store, and after a few seconds re-emergered, carrying a stretcher with him. "This'll help you get him back without aggravating his injuries."
"Thank you, sir." Davey said, taking the outstretched stretcher and helping Jack and Race slowly slide the younger boy on top of it. The shopkeeper nodded. "Think nothing of it-I'm just glad I could help." Jack, who had just gotten to his feet, walked over and shook the man's hand, gratitude shining in his eyes, before heading back to his brothers. Between the three of them, they managed to get Crutchie back to the Lodging House in record time, entering to find the rest of the newsies sitting worriedly waiting for them, and a bed all ready and the doctor standing off to the side. As soon as Crutchie was settled, Jack sent everyone out of the room, leaving Race to keep an eye on them as he and Davey stayed with the doctor. (He kept Davey in the room to translate anything the doctor said that was more "book-smart" than he understood. The doctor took his time looking Crutchie over, being methodical and gentle in his approach, before turning to the worried young men in front of him. "He'll be all right, in time. The injuries he sustained are similar to the ones Juliet accrued in December, but are even more severe. He needs time in bed to heal, and careful treatment of his injuries."
"Davey?"
"Crutchie'll be alright in a while. He's got the same injuries that Juliet got in December, but his are worse. He needs time in bed to heal, and his injuries need to be carefully watched and taken care of." Jack nodded. He had no doubt that the entire family of newsies would take good care of Crutchie. The kid was the gentlest and sweetest of them all, and was the light in the dark tunnel of life that kept them all going. His younger siblings-and older siblings-would do anything for him, and Jack knew that Crutchie would be in good hands. He heard Davey thank the doctor and show him out, probably also alerting the other newsies to Crutchie's condition, while he himself stayed by Crutchie's bedside. He gently grabbed his best friend's hand and sighed. "I'm sorry, Crutch…I'm sorry I wasn' fast enough ta git dere before they soaked ya….or dat I didn' find out earlier an' stop 'em in da first place. I let ya down…an' I'm sorry." He looked down in shame, and then was surprised to feel Crutchie gently squeeze his hand. He looked up to see the younger newsie smiling at him, even though it looked like it hurt. "It ain't your fault, Jack. I's da one who decided ta smack da guy with my crutch…I's da one who made da decisions. It's not your fault." He sighed, looking down. "Make sure ta check on Romeo an' Juliet, ya hear? Dey's sure ta be shooken up afta wat happened." His voice had progressively weakened as he talked, and Jack could tell that he was close to falling asleep. He chuckled gently, reaching up and ruffling Crutchie's hair. "Don' worry, Crutchie-I'll take care a everyone. You jus' worry 'bout gettin' better. Now, go ta sleep. Ya know ya can't git better without rest-an' if ya don', I's gonna sick Mush an' his 'poetry' on ya." (Mush was trying to be the next great poet…emphasis on trying.) Crutchie glared at Jack, before closing his eyes and slowly drifting off to sleep. Jack quietly let go of his hand and pulled the covers up over his friend, before leaning up and kissing his forehead. It was the ultimate sign of Jack's affection for someone (except, of course, with Katherine), and he only did it with Crutchie, since it always seemed to comfort and relax the kid.
"You's gonna get better, Crutchie. I promise ya."
A/N 2: So…who all wants to murder Delon/Mitchell/Lucius? I told ya this chapter was going to be brutal to Crutchie…and the physical whumpage only gets worse from here! The next chapter should be up sometime tomorrow, and I'll let you all know how Wicked went! (only 5 hours until curtain…YAY!) I should be uploading a chapter each day for this week until Thursday, which is the day I move into college. I'll be doing orientation stuff for the whole week, and then classes start that Monday. I think Thursday will be Chapter 8, so I'll try to start it on Wednesday, but it might not be published until late Thursday night/early Friday morning. The next chapter doesn't have any whumpage, so it should be a nice reprive until it begins again!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter…see you next chapter!
God bless,
1monster2
P.S-if any of you readers are good at drawing, I've been wanting to use a picture of Crutchie (as played by Andrew Keenan-Bolger) and Juliet snuggling as the cover photo for "A Refuge of Nightmares". If any of you would be able to draw that, I will gladly use it as the cover photo!