Heya. A little short story, just because I couldn't stay away for too long! And, as you will probably guess, I don't like Sarah… at all. So don't flame me for doing this.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own the newsies.
Sarah Jacobs thought her world had ended the day that Jack Kelly turned her down. He did it as nicely as possible, but there was no soothing the wailing girl. She vowed that she would make him regret saying no. She would have him, one way or another.
But before Sarah could ever act on her intentions, the city was swept by a fever, striking down thousands. Among the victims was Sarah Jacobs. Jack mourned her passing, as anyone would for the passing of a friend, but he continued on with his life.
Death however would not stop Sarah's plans. From the other side, she watched Jack go on without her. Her heart was heavy. How could he not miss her? How could he go on? Why hadn't his world ended? Sarah grew bitter. She would still have him.
Time after time her attempts to have him failed. Someone was always there to steady the crate teetering over his head, to blow out the lamp, to clear the water from the stairs. Sarah Jacobs became angry. Why couldn't she have him? He was hers. He always was, always would be.
One winter night, she saw her chance. Jack had curled up and fallen asleep in an alley. Only a thin blanket stood between him and the icy wind. Slowly, her ethereal fingers pulled back the blanket. Jack never stirred as he grew colder and colder. He was perfect, his pale skin untouched by winter's frosty bite. His cheeks were rosy and round, and his eyes were still behind his soft eyelids.
He was hers. She couldn't have him in life, but she would have him in death… forever.
Yay, dark and creepy. Also, happy (late) birthday, Christian Bale. I killed off your character. Sorry, it's been an idea that I've been toying with for a while. Don't soak me, please.