Snitch could only grin, his face repulsive in that scarlet mask of blood, but also childish in the mischief dancing in his eyes.

"I killed 'er." he said, then exploded into giggles punctuated with more exclamations of the crime he had committed.

He sat in a chair, his back to the wall, and, in a semi-circle around him, were the newsies, all with wide eyes, open mouths, and pale faces, staring at their friend, shocked at the maniacal sounds coming from his mouth, like those of a hyena.

"Why, Snitch?" Swifty finally asked. "Why?"

"'Cause she's always followin' me ev'rywhere!" Snitch shouted, his voice carrying more than a hint of anger. "She'd walk behind me, gigglin' dat goil's giggle, y'know? Da kind dat jus' drives ya fuckin' mad?"

Jack exchanged a worried glance with Jake. Drive you mad was right.

"She'd always talk ta me, givin' me dese goddam doe-eyes, 'cause 'er eyes looked like Spot's, an' she's always playin' with dat poifect black 'air, talkin' dat sweet talk!" His voice rose an octave. "Oh, Snitch, I'd jus' die if youse evah tol' me no!" he said, cruelly mocking the dead girl. "Hol' me now! Hol' me, 'cause I'd a fuckin' whore, an' I likes 'em low an' unable ta stand up fer demselves against me big fuckin' brudda!"

"But… but youse nevah slept wit' her, didja Snitch?" Itey asked cautiiously.

"Naw." Snitch pouted." Naw. She's Spot's sistah. She 'ad 'is eyes, y'know, and dey jus'… jus'…" he stopped suddenly and let out a shrill scream of frustration that made his friends shudder with disgust.

Then Snitch was calmly pouting again. "'Er eyes. Dey said 'I only t'ink I love ya. I's gonna letcha 'ave me, an' den I'll run ta me big brudda an' tell 'im ya raped me!" Snitch's eyes were clouded with disgust, and a single crazy light help them both captive, destroying whatever was left of Snitch's once sweet and childish personality.

"Spot's sistah?" Jack said, his voice shaking. "Spot nevah 'ad a sistah."

"Well, dat's what she tol' me!" Snitch spat. "If she ain't den dere's anudda good reason why she's dead: she's a fuckin' liah!"

Skittery grabbed the wall next to him, too weak with shock and disgust to stand on his own anymore. "Wha's 'er name, Snitch." he asked softly.

Snitch glanced at him with half-lidded eyes. "Cindy." he replied, then, again, burst into shrill giggles, enough to make him rock violently in his chair. Everyone gasped as he cracked his head against the wall with a sharp 'thonk!', but, instead of falling unconscious like he should have, the young thief only laughed harder. These crazed giggles soon turned into hacking coughs, and Snitch fell off his chair, clutching his throat. Blink and Skittery rushed forward, but both hesitated to touch him; the coughing boy was coated in the blood of the girl he had killed.

Snitch lifted his head, his coughing fit finished, and his eyes were empty of any emotion. There was only a peculiar gaze that made you feel as if you were trapped in a block of ice.

"Why'd ya kill 'er, Snitch?" Blink ventured.

"'Cause I hated 'er." Snitch said, his voice giving the same chilling effect as his eyes.

"Why'd ya hate 'er?" Skittery asked timidly as Snitch got to his feet.

"'Cause she's poifect."

"Ain't dat a good t'ing?"

Snitch turned on Skittery and grabbed him roughly by the shoulders, hard enough that Skittery would find hand-shaped bruises there when he undressed for bed that night. "No! It ain't a good t'ing!"

Skittery stared up at Snitch, his mouth dry with fear. "Why?"

"'Cause nobody's poifect." Snitch released Skittery and turned to the other boys, his face glowing with frustration, anger and insanity. "Ain't nobody dat's poifect! Cain't 'ave poifect people, dat's a fuckin' sin!" He roared, violently kicking the chair he had sat in moments ago, kicking it hard enough that it snapped in half. "Why d'ya t'ink dey killed Jesus?"

The room was silent, everyone staring at Snitch, the newsboy that had killed a so-called perfect girl.

Snitch slid to his knees, smooth as molasses, and a mischievous grin grew over his face, gruesome and childish in the madness he had acquired through murder.

He let out a soft giggle, his eyes glinting like those of a child who's pleased with his naughty deed.

"I killed 'er." he said, and burst into a final lapse of giggles before blacking out, and giving Jack a chance to put him out of his murderous misery:

He killed him.

***AUTHOR'S NOTE***

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Everyone needs a change sometimes.

Heh, this story came to me because I had this vision in band of Snitch, grinning childishly with blood all over his face. I don't know why I thought of that. I'm just weird that way.

Anyhoo. If I haven't disgusted you completely. Review. ^_^