In Between 'Hattan and Brooklyn || A Sprace Story

Chapter 15 - Cause and Effect: Brooklyn Not Joining

- Chapter 15 - Angry at Spot -
Warnings: Soaking, abuse, crying, missing
Third Person POV

Catch looks up at Race, his eyes immediately widening. "Racer-" he starts.

"Don't." Race snaps, tears streaming down his face. "Where's Spot?" He asks.

Catch shares a hesitant look with the other two guards.

"Race..." Switch starts softly, reaching out for Race.

Race pulls away.

Switch pulls his hand away when he realized Race didn't want to be touched. "I don't think we're allowed to tell you that with the state you're in." He tells Race, almost gently.

"However," Catch starts, looking Race up and down. "We can take you to see Cloths, because you look like you need it." He mutters. "And I doubt Jack would want you walking around this hurt."

Race's glare snaps towards him. "Well, I don't know where Jack is and nor do any of the Manhattan Newsies." He snaps.

The three guards' eyes widen.

Switch looks to Rock.

Rock nods, before turning and running down the dock, away from the three boys.

"Can I speak to Spot please?" Race asks, his voice a little quieter. "Boys in your borough see him when they're angry. If you insist I'm part of your Borough, treat me like it. Let me see him."

Ace and Rock walk over to them.

Ace's eyebrows were furrowed and his face was concerned. "Come on." He whispers to Race, guiding him past the guards.

The three guards share concerned looks, watching them as they walked out of their line of vision.

Ace walks Race down the dock, Race limping behind him.

Race had to force himself to not stop after every step.

Spot sat on his perch.

His eyes immediately widened when he saw Race. "What happened to you?" He asks, jumping down from his perch.

A good amount of Brooklyn boys look at them.

Ace stands with Smokes, Hotshot, and Red, who all exchanged wary glances.

Race crosses his arms. "You know how you refused to join the strike?" He asks bitterly.

Spot's eyes widen. Crap.

"Well, here's the effect of your actions." Race gestures to himself.

"Race," Spot starts calmly. "Where's Jack?" He asks.

"Will people quit asking me that?!" Race snaps, his hands tugging on his hair. "I can take care of myself, thank you. And currently, I'm taking care of all of the boys." He states.

Spot looks at him, his mind racing. What?

"Ace," Race starts. "Who takes over a Borough when your leader goes missing?" He asks, his eyes still fixated on Spot, his glare strong.

The boys' eyes widen.

"The Second..." Ace answers quietly.

Race nods.

"Jack's missing?" Spot asks.

Race nods. "And Crutchie, Crutchie of all people, is in the Refuge!" He exclaims, his voice breaking.

"Oh my God..." Spot whispers, his eyes wide.

"Yeah," Race laughs bitterly. "Oh my God is right." He spits.