Dunno how I'm even feelin anymore.. just life is hittin me like a brick... i just wish life could be more simple in how people communicate. Wish i had someone to talk to rn..
In which we meet more of the fellas, and stuff gets destroyed.
“‘EY, SPECS! ‘Ave ya seen my toothbrush?”
“Ain’t it where ya last put it?”
“I wasn’t askin’ you, Henry!”
Race rolled his eyes. “”Cause outta all of us, you’s the most--ALBERT!”
With a shout, Race lunged at Albert, who had been standing in the corner of the dorm room twirling Race’s lost toothbrush between his fingers. “Aw, c’mon Race!” Albert laughed, dodging Race’s frantic grabs for the toothbrush and darting out the door. “Can’t ya just steal another one?”
“I like that one!” Race protested, his tousled hair seemingly becoming shaggier. He dropped to the ground, and within seconds, a large golden retriever stood in his place. The dog barked loudly and barreled down the hall after Albert, leaping and pinning the boy down at the end of the hall.
“Agh, hey!” Albert squirmed beneath the dog, still clutching the coveted toothbrush. Race barked and sloppily licked his face. “Agh--alright, fine! Ya can have the damn toothbrush back!”
The dog seemed to grin in triumph and quickly morphed back into a human. “Thanks, pal,” Race said, snatching up the toothbrush from Albert’s hand.
“Not that I don’t enjoy watchin’ you chase poor Albert, but did ya really hafta change into a dog?”
Jack stood in the doorway of the dorm room he shared with Race, Specs, Albert, and Henry, one eyebrow arched as he watched the two boys tromp back into their room. “Aw, c’mon Jack!” Race laughed, playfully punching Jack’s shoulder. “It’s fun. And ‘sides, ya guys don’t take me out on enough walks.”
“Ain’t our fault you’s never around,” Henry mumbled sleepily from his bed.
Jack rolled his eyes. “You still in bed?”
Henry didn’t reply.
With an exasperated sigh, Jack walked over to Henry’s bedside and held out his hand. A small ball of wind began swirling around in his palm, and without any warning, Jack threw the wind at Henry’s bed, sharply blowing the thin covers away.
Henry yelped, jolting up into a sitting position. “Alright, jeez, I’m up, I’m up!”
“Good,” said Jack. “Breakfast’s in fifteen minutes.”
There was a loud bang down the hall, quickly followed by a loud shriek. “DAMMIT SNIPER!”
The five boys poked their heads out into the hall to see Buttons running down the hall, skidding to a stop two doors away. “Hey, open up!” he shouted, banging on the door.
The door of the room opened to reveal a groggy younger boy with thick dark hair. “What’s up?” he yawned, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
Buttons crossed his arms. “You know what’s up. You froze--”
“Wait a minute,” the boy interrupted. He pointed to himself. “I’m Mush. I don’t do the freezin’ thing.”
Buttons sighed. “Right, sorry. Anyways, your brother froze over one of the taps in the bathroom. Can ya unfreeze it?”
Mush blinked sleepily at Buttons for a moment and then sighed, shuffling out into the hall. “I swear, I can’t keep fixin’ all his mistakes. Jus’ ‘cause I got the fire powers...”
The pair disappeared around the corner. A few seconds later, a loud crash sounded in another room, and Crutchie came limping hurriedly down the hall. “Elmer knocked somethin’ over,” he explained with a half-smile.
Jack sighed, running his hand through his messy hair. “I’m so glad we’s the only ones in this dorm,” he muttered.
“Me too, Jack,” Specs agreed, shaking his head. “Me too.”
So, yes, more newsies, and more superpowers. Race can morph into a golden retriever, Jack has aerokinesis (the ability to manipulate wind/air), Mush has pyrokinesis (the ability to manipulate fire/heat), and his twin Sniper has cryokinesis (the ability to manipulate ice/cold). I think the older ones like Jack and Race are better at controlling their powers than some of the younger ones.
Anyways, I have the superpowers for a couple of the other newsies planned out, but I'm not sure for a couple of them. So if you guys have ideas, that'd be great!
And oh my God I was not expecting so many of you to like the prologue.
“Oh, fine!” he said at last, on the verge of hurling the terra cotta pot down onto the concrete below. Instead, he simply set it angrily on the ground beside him and reached for his crutch. “Stupid seed…”
“Hey, kid! What’re ya doin’ up so early?”
Crutchie spun around to see Jack climbing up the fire escape ladder. “Heya, Jack,” he greeted, unable to keep a note of disappointment from coloring his voice. “I just, uh, wanted to get some practice in. Before school started.”
Jack chuckled lightly and walked over to Crutchie’s side. “Jus’ be careful, alright?” he said. “I don’t want ya gettin’ caught or nothin’.”
“I know,” Crutchie sighed, and shook his head. “It ain’t like they’s gonna catch me doin’ anythin’, though--I’ve been tryin’ to get that seed to grow all night.”
“What, ya mean this seed?”
Jack held up the terra cotta pot, which now had a small blue flower growing in it. Crutchie’s eyes brightened. “How did ya--”
“Oh, it wasn’t me,” Jack laughed, slinging his arm around his friend’s shoulders. “You’s the one with the plant-growin’ powers, not me.”
Crutchie beamed brightly and grabbed the flower from Jack’s hands. “I think I’m gonna name it Steve,” he announced.
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Steve the flower?”
“Yes, Steve the flower.” Crutchie chuckled, staring out over the campus. His face fell slightly. “School’s gonna start soon, ain’t it?” he remarked glumly.
Jack sighed. “Yeah.” Cracking his neck a few times, he leaned over the edge of the railing, peering down into the gray windows below.
“HEY FELLAS, UP AN’ AT ‘EM! IT’S TIME FOR SCHOOL!”
Yep, Crutchie's superpower is agrokinesis (the manipulation of plant-life). Jack and the rest of the newsies' powers will be revealed soon! (And by that I probably mean next chapter, if you people want me to continue.)
