Flip ~ A Spot Conlon Fanfic

Chapter 11: Once and For All

Wow, two chapters in one day, I must be really bored. lol. 

Ok so I accidentally published the last two chapters of this fanfic, but I already unpublished them by now. If you already saw the two chapters I accidentally published, I'm sorry. lol (please don't spoil it for the readers who didn't see them)

Now only chapter 11!

Recap~ "I don't know what Pulitzer said to him, but Jack choosing not to come back, it had to be something bad." I said as everyone listened. "Now tomorrow, we will go on like normal, like nothing ever happened." I told the boys as they all nodded. 

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Flip's POV*

All of the Newsies were gathered outside of The World Newspaper gate as we all chanted Stop the World! No more papes! Scabbers walked out, forcing us back as the newspaper wagon drove out. The new Newsies gathered at the gate as the bulls stood in front of them all.

"Cheese it! Race, please, help me. I need some help!" David shouted over the chanting as he grabbed Race's shoulders.

"All right, I ain't deaf!" Race shouted, pushing down David's arms.

"Useless street rats." A bull said as Spot broke up a fight between two young boys.

"Hey. Flip, come here." Spot said, grabbing my hand as I looked at him.

"What?" I asked, walking to his side as everyone else quieted down, looking at the two of us.

"Tell me I'm just seeing things. Just tell me I'm seeing things." Spot said to me as I saw Jack walk to the front of the new Newsies...wearing nice clothes.

"You ain't seeing things. That's Jack." I said in disbelief as Weasel walked to his side. "What's he doing?" I asked.

"He's dressed like a Scabber." Spot said to me.

"Jack?" Mush asked, walking next to me. "Jack, look at me, will you? Come on, it's me, Mush." Mush said, walking forward as the bulls grabbed his arms, stopping him.

"Jack, look at me. What are you doing?" I asked him as Weasel brushed something off of Jack's collar.

"This ain't happening. This can't be happening. What are you doing, Jack? Come on, what are you doing?" Blink questioned as Race and I had to hold him back.

"Hey, what is this! Where'd he get those clothes?!" Boots exclaimed, being held back by the bulls as Les pulled him back.

"Mr. Pulitzer picked them out himself." Weasel told us, smirking.

"I don't believe this!" one of the Brooklyn Newsies exclaimed.

"A special gift to a special employee." Weasel continued as Jack looked down before looking back at us.

"What? He sold us out!" Spot exclaimed as I grabbed his hand again, keeping him in line.

"Look at him in his little suit. You bum. I'll soak you! You fink!" Race exclaimed, glaring at Jack as Boots held him back.

"Enough! Let me get my hands dirty! Come here, you dirty, rotten Scabber!" Spot shouted, jumping on the bulls as they held him back.

"Spot! Spot, stop!" I shouted as Race and I grabbed him, pulling him back. "I'll murder you!" he shouted as he got pushed back into the crowd...for Jack's safety.