No Fear |A Newsies Fanfiction|

2-WE SAY STRIKE!《July 22, 1899》

Friday- July 21, 1899

I awoke to the pitch black night and the sound of someone walking around on the ground. I threw off my blanket and climbed, silently, to the ground.

Peaking around the corner, my eyes widened in surprise. It was Skittery. I thought he was too much of a coward to come here again. Taking a deep breath, I walked out.

"What do ya want, Skittery?" He whipped around in surprise.

"I-I'se don't know."

"What do ya mean ya don't know? You gotta be here for a reason?"

"There was a brawl. Crutchy....he's in the Refuge." He looked out into the water. "I guess I came ta try an' convince ya to join the strike. I'se seein' now that that was a mistake."

"They got Crutchy?" I asked again, concerned. He nodded in confirmation. I leaned against some crates that were close to him. "If Crutchy's gone then part of me's gone. He's mine an' Jack's best friend." I could feel tears coming on but I quickly blinked them away, looking out at the water. "Speakin' of Jack, how's he holdin' up?"

"Not good. He's been blamin' himself for Crutchy bein' taken. Him and Davey, the walkin' mouth, went an' talked to him at the Refuge. The Delancey bruddas beat him real good."

"Imma soak 'em." I sat up all the way, rolling up my sleeves. "Those dirty, rotten sons of a-" His hand on my shoulder stopped me. I took a step back and threw a frown at Skittery.

"Aye, calm down, Princess."

"You have no right to call me that," I fully turned to him with a growl. Skittery put his hands up in surrender.

"We'll get 'em for Crutchy. I promise." He continued as if nothing happened. "But Jack's gonna get reckless. He's gonna do somethin' dangerous tomorrow, so we needs you'se help."

"You'se guys can count on Brooklyn. For Crutchy."

"Thanks, Storm." He rubbed the back of his neck. "An' about what happened last time I saw ya...." My eyes went dark.

"I'se don't wanna talk about it. Goodnight, Skittery." I turned and started up the fire escape, leaving him alone.

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Saturday- July 22, 1889

This time I woke up to sunlight. And singing.

"Spot. Shut ya mouth, would ya?"

"Neva'!" he yelled and started singing louder. I groaned and covered my ears with a pillow.

"My lovey-dovey baby, I boo hoo hoo for you!" Now I was mumbling the song.

I remembered last night with Skittery. He really surprised me by showing up. Remembering Crutchy being taken made me mad all over again. I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

"Aye, Spot?" I asked, getting up from my makeshift bed.

"Hmm?"

"Crutchy got takin' to da Refuge yesterday after a brawl the 'Hattan newsies had. I'se thinkin' that they ain't kindin'." I buttoned my shirt up.