- Chapter 92 - Also known as "Cloths is tired (even more so than usual)" -
Warnings: weapons, fighting, death, stabbing, blood, wars, insults, anger, mentions of manipulation, lying, and betrayal
A/N, this one gets dark, guys. I apologize in advance.
Third Person POV
Snowflake gripped her blade in her hand, pushing through people. "Move it, Kelly. Your help is appreciated, but it's my turn," she grumbled, moving in front of him.
Jack's eyebrows furrowed. He looked over at Spot.
Spot nodded. "We talked," he informed him, before standing next to Snowflake.
Jack nodded. He turned around and shook his head. "Like brother, like sister," he muttered.
Revenge held his arm tightly, gritting his teeth in pain. He looked up, noticing the siblings. "Sienna-"
"Oh, no, you don't." Snowflake scowled. "You lied to me! I hated your brother for being a liar, but you're just as bad!" she snapped.
Revenge grimaced. "Sienna, listen to me-" he put his hands out, gesturing for her to calm down.
"You used my negative thoughts against me and manipulated me!" Snowflake shouted, pointing to him. "For eight months—eight months!—you told me over and over again that Sean left me and hated me!" she reminded him, fuming. "You told me he was a terrible person!" She stopped abruptly in front of him, the tip of her blade poking his chest. It wasn't touching him enough to hurt him, but she could very easily change that.
Revenge gulped, looking down at the blade. "Sienna..."
"How much did you know?" Snowflake questioned, her voice scarily calm for someone who had just been yelling.
Jack and Spot exchanged a look.
"Aye," Jack learned over to Spot, "remind me not to anger you or your sister," he muttered to him.
Spot looked at him. "I thought you knew not to anger me?" He raised an eyebrow at him.
Jack pursed his lips. "You're not always as scary as you try to come off," he responded.
Spot scoffed. "Not true." He crossed his arms.
Jack raised an eyebrow at him. "Sure. It's especially not true when you say "not true" and huff like a toddler," he commented.
Spot rolled his eyes and elbowed Jack.
Jack grunted. "Okay, I got it," he muttered, in pain.
"Good." Spot nodded and turned back to his sister and cousin.
Revenge stared at Snowflake. "What-"
"How much, Giovanni?" Snowflake snapped, cutting him off. She glared into his eyes. "How much did you lie about?"
Revenge down glared at her, not daring to make a move in the event that her blade went into his chest.
"Answer me," Snowflake growled, grabbing the collar of his shirt as if to pull him closer to the blade.
"Okay, okay!" Revenge managed pulled away a bit. "All of it. I knew he was found by the Brooklyn Newsies and they wouldn't let him out of bed for a while because he was sick, even though he tried to look for you," he admitted. "Gino found out from hearing stories while he was a Brooklyn Newsie." He swallowed. "Once I realized you were my cousin and his sister, I realized I had a way to make my plan work out more smoothly."
(A/N, in the event that you all forgot, Gino is Sling's real name.)
"Well, you blew it, and I'm three seconds from blowing your brains out," Snowflake sneered.
Revenge quickly grabbed her blade and pushed her back.
"Oh, you'll regret that." Snowflake charged at him.
"Wait!"
Snowflake and Revenge both stopped in their tracks.
"Revenge-" Barter stumbled forward. There was a pretty massive gash on his head, causing blood to run down his face. "Revenge- it's Sling."
Revenge's eyebrows furrowed. "What?"
Snowflake and Spot exchanged a look.
Barter collapsed, coughing up a storm.
Revenge looked behind him.
Sling laid on the ground, blood soaking through his hair.
Ace stood next to him, shaking. Dice and Hotshot were hugging him as he recovered from what looked like a panic attack.
The blood drained from Revenge's face. "No," he whispered, his eyes widening.
His brother was dead.
They killed him.
"It- it was an accident," Ace whispered to Dice, trembling. "He- he came at me, and I tried to twist his hand and push him away and- and I pushed- pushed him down, and- and he went- went down a lot- more easily than- than I thought he would- and- and- slammed his head into the pavement." He was hyperventilating.
Revenge slowly stepped back. He felt anger rush through his veins. "You- you killed him!" He shouted, feeling both shocked and angry. "You killed my brother!" He looked around in disbelief.
Most of the Harlem Newsies had stopped fighting, and most of the East Side Newsies had lost their fights.
Barter laid on the ground. He seemed to be breathing, but he wasn't conscious.
Scar was shoved against a tree. Albert was trying to tie his hands while Henry and Blink kept him still.
Impulse was pinned down by Match and Arrow.
Snowflake turned back to Revenge, shaking her head. "Just give up, Giovanni." Her voice was quieter than usual. "There's no way you're winning this," she told him. "Anything you do now will just make this worse for you."
Revenge stood there, debating all of his options.
He was furious.
They'd taken down all of his Newsies and killed his brother. And now, he didn't have Harlem to back him up anymore.
Revenge made a split second decision. His jaw clenched and he charged towards Snowflake.
Snowflake quickly grabbed her blade again and went to cut him with it.
Revenge hurriedly grabbed her wrist with both of his hands, trying to twist the blade away from himself.
Spot, who had still been looking at Sling, snapped out of shock and went to help Snowflake.
"Stop in your tracks, Sean Conlon!" Revenge shouted, managing to turn the blade onto Snowflake, despite her attempts to stop him.
Snowflake gritted her teeth, trying to turn it back on him.
Revenge didn't budge. He kept her still with one arm and used his other hand to keep a hold on her blade. "One more move and I will plunge this blade into her stomach," he threatened.
"Just stop! Let her go!" Spot shouted, watching them intensely.
Remembering something, Revenge looked away for a moment.
Taking a chance while Revenge was distracted, Snowflake quickly ducked and flipped the blade on Revenge, turning it so it was pointing it at him.
Revenge's eyes widened.
Snowflake sighed, staring into his eyes. ""I would've hoped you knew better than to try that with me, but... oh well. I guess you're still an imbecille," she commented.
Spot and Red started walking towards her to help.
Revenge noticed them. He gritted his teeth. "That's where you're wrong." He spat in Snowflake's face and grabbed the blade. He quickly slammed the blade into her, then shoved her down.
Snowflake cried out in pain, letting go of his hand and hitting the ground hard.
Revenge turned and sprinted in the opposite direction.
Spot's eyes widened. He quickly stopped and dropped down next to Snowflake.
Red stopped and looked at Spot. "Do you want me to go after him?" he asked him quickly. "Or should I get help for her?"
Spot opened his mouth to speak, but stopped when Snowflake tried to get up. "Sienna, stay down," he told her. "You were just stabbed. You can't get up."
"But I almost had that bastard." Snowflake tried desperately to get up.
"Sienna!" London rushed over, dropping down next to Spot and pulling Snowflake into her arms. "Sienna, stay here. You can't go after him. We're gonna get you help."
Snowflake listened to her and stayed down, suddenly seeing stars. "Sean-" she gasped when someone touched the wound. "Sean, go get him," she tried to tell him desperately. "Go save your boyfriend. He's been here a lot longer than I have. You need him. Go get him, please," she breathed out desperately.
Spot grimaced. He turned to London. "Cloth and Specs are coming. They are the best medics we have. They'll help her." He quickly got up when she nodded. "Come on, Red. He's not going to get away that easily."
The two of them took off.
Revenge was going to pay.
Bonus
"No," Snowflake gritted her teeth, feeling a wave of nausea and dizziness wash over her. "Get your hands away from me."
"Yeah, no, I've heard enough of that from Race that I don't listen to it anymore," Cloth informed her, grabbing bandages out of his papers bag.
Snowflake stared at him, slightly confused about why seeing doubles of him. "I- need to walk it off?" she tried to tell him. However, it came out more as a question.
Cloth sighed deeply. "Why couldn't you have been different from Spot?" he muttered.
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I'm sorry if this is written badly. I don't feel well and I had an idea and tried to write it, but I've never been good at writing fight scenes lol. I hope it's okay enough. The next chapter will be better (at least, I'm hoping lol)