Fire (From Crutchie to Wheels Sequel)

Delanceys

The next day, all of the Newsies except Crutchie, Timmy, and Specs went to work selling papes. Specs had been given specific instructions not to let Crutchie or Timmy escape from the lodge. The Brooklyn boys continued to sell at Brooklyn, and the Manhatten boys in Manhatten.

Jack stormed the gates of the distribution center in a rage of fury.

"What did you do to Crutchie and Timmy?!" Jack screamed at the Delanceys, who were walking towards the selling counter.

"Oh," Morris replied, "We just had a bit of fun last night. That's all." He snickered at Jack.

Jack walked up and punched Morris straight on the nose. There was a sickening crack and Morris fell back clutching his nose. There was blood pouring down his face and he was in obvious pain. Oscar tried to help his brother, but it was no use.

"You lay even a hand on either one of them and you'll be next," Jack threatened Oscar.

"Well, what if I lay a hand on you?"

Oscar swung and slapped Jack across the face. By the time Jack knew what hit him, he was on the floor next to Morris. The other Newsies all jumped in and tried to pry Jack and Oscar off of each other before someone got killed.

After they were apart again, Oscar said, "So, we roughed him up a bit. That's what crips are for."

"I swear," Jack mumbled as he tried to storm back over to Oscar, but was held back by his friends. "Ok. Ok. Im good," he said calming himself down. They let go of him and he darted back over to Oscar. Jack gripped him by the collar.  "Crutchie is not some little toy you can play with. He is a person who has feelings. Unlike you. God, you guys set my mind on fire!" With that he turned around to go out of the gates.

"Just like we did to that stupid place you call home," Morris snickered as he stood up.

"What. Did. You. Say?" Jack muttered through a clenched jaw, turning around slowly.

"We burned your home down, street rat. And it was easy, too. That kid, Race, left a matchbox outside next to a few cigars. All we had to do was light a few matches and throw them through the window." Morris was already begging for trouble, but now he had a deathwish.

"You little..." Jack whispered through a clenched jaw. "Just give me my papes so I can go sell."

"Fine," Oscar said as he and Morris walked behind the counter.

All the newsies bought their papes and went off to sell. They have to sell to survive, and with all the drama that had happened in the last few weeks, not much selling was taking place.

So I've given up on this story. I'll post the rest of the parts I wrote and then do a summary of what I wanted to happen. It's not going to fully solve everything though.