A Delancey Sister || Newsies Fanfic (Remaking)

Chapter 10 - The King of Harlem

(Picture) that would be very interesting, but like "King of New York" in heelies? Very interesting, I wonder what would happen and how they would do that.

Amelia POV
It's a few days later, we haven't run into Jets and Ace or their little team, which makes us worried, but my foot has gotten a little better, a little. Everyone still calls me Crutchie Jr., so that's funny.

Everything was going perfectly, until today.

I was walking back to the lodgin' house when I felt myself get dragged into an alley. I had been clearing my head. I've been thinking too much, and some fresh air is good when you've been thinking too much. I turn around to see who dragged me into the alley, and I see three boys who I've never seen before.

"Dis is her" One of them says.

"What are wese doing standin' here? Her friends will get worried 'nd come look for her soon" Another says.

"Who are-" I start before I feel a hand over my mouth. I struggle against whoever they are as they say, "Not right now, Dollface."

"What?" I'm thinking to myself as I struggle to get free.

I get pushed to the ground and I feel someone step on my foot, hard. I feel it snap and I cry out in pain. I clutch my foot, it hurts so much.

"Don't hurt hers too much, boss says ta only hurt her a little if you had too" the first guy says.

"We knows" the third guy says as he snaps my crutch in half.

Tears are streaming down my face. I'm scared. I don't know who these people are and I don't know where they're taking me.

"Nighty Night" the second guy says as he hits me in the head. I see spots covering my vision. I say, "Race..." and let darkness overcome me, as I fall out of consciousness.

Later

I wake up in a moving carriage, I bite my tongue so that I don't cry out in pain every time that we hit a bump; it hurts my foot. I start crying again and we come to a stop.

I feel myself being hoisted out of the back of the carriage. I can't see because of how bright the sun is. I feel myself being carried in someone's arms, but I'm in too much pain to struggle. My eyelids start to feel heavy and I fall asleep again.

Later

I wake up as I'm set down on the cold, hard ground. Shivering and scared I look around me. I have no clue where I am or who these people are, but there are at least 20 Newsboys sitting or standing around me.

"Boss is gonn' be happy wit ya" One says.

"She's pretty" Another says. Ew... like I'd ever date these random people.

Then another Newsboy walks in, behind him are two people I recognize all too well. I freak out, panicked; I thought they would leave me alone.

"Well if it ain't little miss Amelia, how have ya been doin'?" Jets asks.

"Oh 'nd how are yer bruddas? 'nd does 'Hatten Newsies?" Ace asks.
(A/N he says does like d-oh-s, like those, with a d)

"Bastards" I murmur.

Ace grabs my face, forcing me to look at him.
"Say dat again, I dares ya".

"Ace, get offs da goil" the other Newsie says. Ace releases his grip and I fall back to the floor.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"Da names Scar, sweetheart" he says. Scar... Wait! my brothers said that Jets and Ace were working with Scar and that Scar was the leader/King of Harlem.

No. No... No! No! No! This can't be happening! What does he want with me?!

I assume Scar sees my shock because of my expression, he laughs and says "Yes, it's me".

"What do you want with me?" I ask.

"It's not wat I want from ya, it's wat Snyder wants from yer bruddas 'nd wat I want from Jack Kelly 'nd Spot Conlon" he says, "'nd yer' gonn' help me".

"Never" I say, trying to act tough, when I'm not. It's like Scar can see right through me, because he just laughs.

This is getting interesting. What does Scar want from Jack and Spot? (Also, maybe I was inspired by Scar from the lion king, maybe, but he got his name because of the scars he leaves on people.)