Rewrite the Stars - A Spot Conlon Fan fiction

Chapter 7 - Brooklyn is Here!

The next day we gathered back in Newsie Square, where we all were still a little worse for wear. We were going to see the strike through no matter how many times they soaked us. We stood shoulder to shoulder with our picket signs singing our chants from the day before.

"Open the gates and seize the day. Don't be afraid and don't delay. Nothing can break us. No one can make us. Give our rights away. Arise and seize the day."

We made a big mob in front of the World building, trying to stop the wagons from running through the city. The gates opened and a delivery cart rushed through with no mercy. We scattered to the sides as scabs came through with papers in their hands.

We regrouped and yelled down at the wagons, the boys calling the drivers names that they normally wouldn't have said in front of the girls.

Davey, Jack and I grouped in the front, Davey rubbing his hands together. "Alright. Everyone remain calm," he said to us.

There was a silence before Jack spoke up loudly, "Let's soak 'em for Crutchy!"

The Newsies shrieked like banshees and charged towards the scabs. They started to retreat from us. The scabs started knocking on the large doors behind where the wagons used to be. The door opened and big men with clubs and chains came out. Race yelled out to Jack as the men circled around us.

"Heya Jacky-boy," Oscar said threatenly.

As Jack turned away from him he came face-to-face with a man holding a chain. He swung at Jack who dodged it with his hands up. We stood up taller, trying to send the message that we weren't gonna be intimidated by them.

Two men came barreling towards me and, though I was in no way ready to fight again, took my stance. They weren't going to win, no matter how long I could take them before I felt the weight on my chest again.

There was a sudden pause and I noticed everyone looking above us. Suddenly, newsies started popping up on the rooftops. They weren't any newsie boys I could recall from Manhattan or the other neighborhoods. I stood there in bewilderment, wondering if what I thought was happening was.

He landed on the platform that was usually used by the guy who wrote the headline every morning. His hair was kept under a hat, the pink suspenders he was wearing were tight on his shoulders. The key necklace hung from his neck in full view. He held his walking stick in his hand, smirking down at everybody. "Never fear, Brooklyn is here."

"It's Brooklyn!" Mush exclaimed from somewhere in the crowd.

The Brooklyn boys aimed their slingshots at the crowd and released. They all seemed to hit their targets with the men gasping loudly in pain.

"Hey, Spot!" Jack exclaimed from somewhere on my right.

Spot grabbed onto a hook and slid himself down to the ground, spit handshaking Jack's hand and turning to me.

"Did I disappoint you?" his smirk grew wider as I continued to stare at him. He kicked a man where the sun don't shine and hit the other with his cane.

I punched a man in the face as the newsies around me finished him off. "Ta Pollino," I said developing the urge to punch him, "We're in the middle of a fight!"

He chuckled as we both took out a goon together. Pretty soon we had made it to the gates.

"Miss us," Ropes said from the other side of the gate, grinning at us. Spot opened the gates and the Brooklyn gang joined in. We all forced the men back. Once out of sight all us newsies cheered and tore up some more papers. Denton then entered the gates with his camera in his hand, staring at us before yelling. "Jack! Boys! Girls! Freeze! Freeze!"