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Later that afternoon, back in Manhattan:
"Where are dey, Race? I wannna know where dey are," Spot said, pacing nervously. He was very anxious to get his hands on someone from the gang. He wanted to soak them very badly.
"Dey're in da Bronx, a warehouse by da water," Race answered quickly.
"We needs ta get all da newsies 'n' find dat gang. We needs ta comfront dose guys. We needs ta.." Spot said.
"Hold on a minute, Spot. We cain't jist jump 'em. We need ta come up wit' anodda plan; da one wit Race din't work, so let's git anodda one," Jack said.
"Jump who?" came a voice from across the square.
All the newsies spun around to see where the voice came from. It was Rook, with all the gang, and Birdie. Rook held Birdie tightly around the waist, and the others were standing behind them. Spot looked at Birdie with pain in his eyes. He thought he could handle it, but he cracked.
Spot pulled out his cane and ran towards Rook before any of the newsies could stop him.
"Wait, Spot! No!" Jack yelled after him and tried to catch his shirt. But it was too late.
One of the guys from the gang ran forward and punched Spot in the stomach. He doubled over and fell to the ground. Birdie watched with no expression on her face; she apparently didn't seem to care. Spot looked up at Birdie, pain and anguish filled his eyes. Not from the punch, but from what he saw in front of him.
Birdie walked over to Spot and bent down in front of him. "Sorry, Spot, ya weren't excitin' 'nuff fer me," she said. Then she stood up and put her foot on Spot's side. She shoved him across the street. He rolled a full 360 and lay still on the ground, face down. Then Birdie walked back to Rook. Spot watched as his Birdie walked away, perhaps forever.
"Well, Spot, I guess we know who she really wants now, hmm," Rook mocked him. Then he pulled Birdie closer to him and kissed her.
Spot saw them, and he couldn't handle it. He looked down at the ground and a tear fell from his eyes. Jack was watching and couldn't let his sister hurt his best friend.
"Let's soak 'em fer Spot!" Jack yelled.
"Yeah!" all the newsies yelled as they ran for the gang.
Rook grinned and the gang ran for the newsies. Spot had gotten up from the ground and had gone for Birdie. Birdie went for Spot as well.
Spot and Birdie stood face to face. They were the only ones in the world, only not a happy moment. Spot wanted to kill her for betraying him. Birdie knew better. She grabbed Spot's coller and pulled her arm back to punch him. He just stood there, he didn't think she could do it. Birdie looked into Spot's eyes and let her arm fly. Her fist went towards Spot's face and breezed past it. She hit Rook square in the jaw. Needless to say that it surprised the heck out of Rook.
"What was dat fer?" Rook yelled as he straightened his jaw.
Birdie let go of Spot. "Dat was fer da foist kiss. Dis is fer da second one," she said and hit him again, this time much harder. She knocked him to the ground and hurriedly beat the crap out of him. She was really angry at him (fabulous way to vent her anger after the day she'd had, ya think).
The newsies were fighting the gang with all that they could. After the gang saw that Rook was down, and not for a short time, they stopped their fighting and went to help Rook. Three of the members pulled Birdie away from Rook and had a terrible time holding her; she was struggling quite a bit. The rest of the gang held the newsies at bay.
"So, ya was a spy afta all," Rook said angrily as he straightened himself up.
"Not exactly," Birdie replied cryptically, still struggling.
"Ya was, 'n' ya knows it," Rook said as he approached her. He looked into her eyes and before she knew it, his hand made an extremely unpleasent contact with her face. She fell from the grip of the gang onto the street with a THUD and an "ouff."
"Git up," Rook said angrily. He walked to her and grabbed her arm and yanked her up to a standing postition.
Birdie looked at him with fire in her eyes. "Ya better be real sorry dat ya did dat," she said slowly as the fire in her cheek faded.
"Why's dat? You can't do nuthin' no more," Rook said.
"Oh, really?" A mischivous smirk grew on her face. Only Spot knew what that meant.
Then Birdie hit Rook right in his "family jewels". Rook fell to the ground in pain; she'd hit him quite hard there. All the guys had winced when she did it. She certainly beat the heck out of Rook now. Then she suddenly stopped, just before he lost consciousness. She moved forward and sat on his lower chest. She needed him to stay put, and she needed her hands.
"So, Rook. Ya gonna bug us here anymore?" He shook his head. "Say it," she demanded as she put one hand to Rook's throat.
"No! We'll leave ya alone from now on," he said.
"Good." She stood up and reached for Rook's hand. She yanked him up, almost pulling his arm out of the socket while doing so. "Now, git outta here," she ordered.
Rook and his follwers quickly scurried out of Manhattan, and New York for that matter, never to be seen or heard from again.
"Yeah, git outta here. Don't eva come back!" the newsies all yelled.
By this time Spot had gone up to Birdie and took her chin in his hand. He turned her face so he could see it better. He was looking at where Rook had hit her.
"Spot, leggo. I'm jist fine," Birdie said as she swatted Spot's hand away playfully.
"Jist makin' shoa," Spot said and he looked at her with love in his eyes. "Cain't let no one hoit me goyl, now, can I?"
"I tol'ja I could take care a meself," Birdie reminded him.
"Kathryn, Kathryn, wow. Dat was some great act ya did. Ya had us all goin' dere. Did'ja plan it all?" Jack said as he ran over to her.
Birdie laughed and looked at her brother. "Sorta. Joinin' 'em, yeah. Kissin' Rook, well..... no. But it shoa added ta da effect of da whole thing. Don't ya think, Spot?" she said as she turned back to him.
"Hey!" Spot exclaimed, almost offended. Then he grabbed Birdie's waist, and they flirted for a little bit. Birdie couldn't stop laughing. Whether it was because Spot was tickling her, or the memory of the look on Spot's face when Rook had kissed her (not quite sure there).
Spot stopped tickling he for a second, and she straigtened up a little. Spot wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "Now, Boidie, tell me dat he din't kiss like dis," he said quietly. He leaned in and kissed her. Birdie wrapped her arms up around his neck and pulled herself closer. It was a very passionate kiss.
Birdie let up for a second. "Never," she said with a wry smile. She leaned back in, and the two engaged in a much more passionate kiss.
Jack smiled and shook his head. All the newsies were laughing now. They all thought it was funny how Birdie had done what she had done. She did it real well too. She'd convinced every last newsie that she'd turned (though we all know she was just playing. Really, you know that. Right?).
"Come on guys, let's go ta Tibby's and celebrate," Davey shouted.
All the newsies responded with a cheerful "YEAH!!" They all went to Tibby's to eat and talk about what they'd done, all in all, to celebrate. All except Birdie and Spot. They'd gone off towards Brooklyn. They loved to lean against the rail of the bridge and look out over the water. Amoung other things on the bridge.
The End
© 1997 Birdie Kelley
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