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Crimson splattered across the pavement and the boy, barely over 14, fell to the ground with a thud. As his back hit concrete, he felt blood rise in his throat, coughing.
The boy inhaled sharply, and he felt sick as he saw glistening clots of his own blood, rimmed with plasma and pooling on the ground. “That’s the last time you be stealing from my shop, blondie.” This caused the blood to come up in a wave, and the boy spat it up over his clothes with an “ack-”. The man spat on the cement, giving the boy a firm kick to the chest. The man was smoking a cigarette, holding it between his fingers and drawing it from his lips as he spoke to the lanky boy.
So, what's black, white, and red all over? (WHOA AUTHOR IS HUMOROUS)
TLDR- A book of "could-be-canon" newsies angst oneshots!