- Chapter 89 - It's a Revenge Party (hehehehe thank you to 24frogs for this joke. I'm going to keep saying it) -
Warnings: injuries, drugs, kidnapping, un-fun surprises, evil Revenge, insults, fighting, pain (slight mention of rough times with Stage lol, but don't worry)
Third Person POV
Stars.
Race was seeing stars.
Not the pretty stars he could look at for hours while astrology facts swirled around his brain.
No.
These were the stars he saw when he didn't eat enough or drink enough water and then went to sell.
These were the stars he saw when he had lost too much blood or was too sick to be up and walking.
These were the stars he saw when he definitely should've listened to Albert or Crutchie or Specs or Knobs or someone that he should stay in bed.
The bad kind of stars.
Race didn't feel food.
At all.
He felt like he wanted to puke or pass out.
Plus, it was freezing.
Race didn't mind the cold. In fact, he quite liked the cold. He found comfort in it.
At least he wasn't being burned by his father's cigarettes.
But it felt too cold. The kind of cold that caused you to shiver so much all of your energy was drained, and you hadn't even had much energy to begin with.
All Race wanted to do was to curl onto a bed and cuddle with Spot forever, and it felt disheartening at the least to know he wasn't with Spot.
Race groaned when someone nudged him with their foot. "Go away," he mumbled drowsily.
Barter grimaced. "He's worse off than we thought," he commented.
Impulse rolled his eyes. "He's fine. They didn't even drug him that much," he responded, nudging Race again.
"But they've been drugging him constantly," Scar reminded him, staring down at the boy. "And he's injured and has been losing blood for a week or so now."
What is this? A zoo? Race thought bitterly.
Impulse shrugged. "Oh well. Maybe he should've learned not to escape and to shut his mouth then," he responded, not caring.
"I'm not saying he doesn't deserve the injuries he has," Scar replied. "I'm just pointing out why he is so out of it."
Impulse nodded.
"Well... someone's going to have to pick him up," Barter commented, still staring down at him.
Please, dear God, do not.
Scar rolled his eyes. "I will. It can't be that hard." He bent down and grabbed Race's arm, slinging it over his shoulder.
Race winced in pain. He desperately wanted to shove Scar away, but it felt like it hurt too much to move.
Scar picked Race up and stood back up. His eyebrows furrowed. "He really does weigh nothing," he informed the other two boys.
Impulse rolled his eyes. "Then, carrying him will be easy for you." He turned around and started walking away. "Come on. We have a meeting to attend." He smirked.
The other two boys followed him.
The trip to Central Park was long and not very fun.
Race felt himself slip in and out of consciousness a few times, despite his efforts to stay awake and aware the whole time.
When they finally got there, Race felt someone try to stand him up.
Snowflake sighed as she watch their pathetic attempt to get Race to stand on their own. It was clear he was too out of it and weak to stand. She pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation. "How none of you have any common sense is beyond me," she grumbled.
After a few more minutes of watching them try to get the boy to stand, Snowflake stepped in. "Idioti," she grumbled, pushing them off of him and supporting the boy mostly on her own. "Woah... he's scarily light."
"Yeah, yeah, we've been through this." Impulse rolled his eyes and gestured for her to move on.
Snowflake raised an eyebrow at him.
Revenge smacked Impulse upside the head.
Impulse quickly apologized and stepped back.
Snowflake rolled her eyes. "You've drugged him too many times for him to have any strength to hold himself up," she told them. "Lean him against you like this and you can hold a knife to his throat without having to support him much, but you can't expect him to stand on his own."
"Ohh..." all three boys realized in unison.
Snowflake rolled her eyes again, gritting her teeth. "Deficienti," she grumbled to herself.
Revenge nudged her with his arm, causing her to quickly pull back. "Don't touch me," she snapped.
Revenge looked at her. "Sorry." He rolled his eyes. So grumpy. "They're starting to arrive," he informed her, gesturing to some people walking up. "It's time to get this party started."
Snowflake rolled her eyes at him. "The party feels like it's already been started," she muttered.
Revenge grinned, and there was almost an evil and unsettling feel to it. "Oh, darling. That was nothing. There's much more planned at this party to ensure they'll remember it forever," he told her, almost giddy about it. "Nothing can prepare them for this."
Race looked up a bit. His head felt like it weighed a million pounds, and it was pounding itself. "No..." he whispered.
Scar looked at him for a moment, but didn't pay him much mind besides that.
Revenge gestured to him to take out a blade.
Scar did was he was instructed and held it to Race's neck.
Race swallowed hard.
He didn't want to be here.
He didn't want to do this.
He wanted to go home.
Snowflake noticed a lot more Newsies coming and quickly grabbed her cloak from London, putting it on.
London put her's on as well.
Snowflake pulled the hood over her head, successfully shielding her identity from the Newsies. She nodded to Revenge.
Revenge stepped in front of the group, smirking. "Glad you could all join us."
Spot and Jack stepped forward, standing in front of their group, accompanied by the leaders who were there.
"Ah, Kelly, Conlon," Revenge's smirk grew, "good of you to join us."
"Spot," Race gasped a bit, "Jack." Tears stung his eyes as he looked at the group. He tried weakly to get away from Scar for a moment.
Scar grumbled to himself. "Stupid kid," he muttered, holding him tighter. "Quit moving. You're too weak to do anything."
Spot's glare hardened when his gaze landed on Scar holding a knife to Race's throat. "Let him go."
Revenge smirked. "Don't rush things, Conlon. There's a lot in store for today," he told him, almost taunting him. "If all goes well, you'll get your toy back. If not... let's not go there, okay?"
"Stop playing games, Revenge," Spot snapped.
Revenge snickered. "Oh, but what's a party without some games?" He gestured for Snowflake to step forward. "I'm sure you know Snowflake, the leader of Harlem."
(It's a REVENGE PARTY, a party that ends with somebody's head on a spik-
I'm sorry. My humor is so broken because of everything that has happened recently. I am so not okay, and the revenge party joke has made my year, so I'm sorry if I keep quoting it lol. Back to the story!)
"Harlem really decided to partner with East Side?" Brady muttered, watching them. "Stupid choice, Harlem."
Snowflake stood next to Revenge.
"And Spot, I'm sure you know Sienna." Revenge grinned.
Snowflake pulled off her hood, her glare strong.
Spot felt a chill rush through him. "No." He stared at her, eyes wide.
Ace, Hotshot, and Red all looked at him, their eyes wide.
"That's not...?" Ace stared at the girl across from them in horror.
"I thought..." Hotshot was speechless.
"Sienna?" Spot whispered, not believing it was her.
"Ciao, Sean." Snowflake held her head high and kept her face emotionless. "Ti manco?"
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None of the chapters I have been posting are edited, so I'm sorry lol
I just want to keep posting them and reading comments tho, so I hope they're good enough (if they're not, I apologize)