A/N: I had a new idea for another story, and seeing as I had complete writers block with my other one, I thought now would be a good time to try it out. It's a Newsies meets Clue fic. For those of you who have seen the movie Clue, don't worry. The story line will go somewhat like Clue, but some events throughout and the end of this story won't be like that of the movie. I'm not 100 sure im going to keep this story. I just want to see how it goes and if I can add to it smoothly, I'll keep it up here.

Oh, and the story is set somewhere between the 1920s and the 1950s. I havent decided yet. Hopefully I can make it historically correct!

Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies or Clue.

To Whom This May Concern…

5 Letters from a stranger

24 year old Jack Kelly looked down at the letter in his hands. He had gotten it just a week ago. It was a surprise to him to find it in the mail one day. It was a surprise to him to read what was inside of it.

The letter gave him an address to drive to. It said that at the address, he would have dinner and discuss an important matter with others. 5 others to be exact. There were also directions to the address included. Nothing else was written inside of the letter besides the fact that he was not to let the others there know his actual name. He was to use the name printed at the bottom of the letter: Cowboy.

Jack sat in his car outside of the mansion that he found at the address in the letter. Unsure if it was a joke or not, he decided that he would wait to see if anyone else would show up.

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25 year old Anthony Higgins drove down the final road to the address he had found in the letter he had also received. The letter had been similar to that of Jack Kelly's. It had been so similar that it was identical to it except for the word inscribed at the bottom of the letter. The name he was to use for the night: Racetrack. He noticed that something was fishy about the name he was to use. It was too similar to… well, you'll find out later.

Anthony, now known tonight as Racetrack, pulled up in front of the mansion. The unlit cigar he had in his mouth slid out as he looked at the size of it. He had lived in a mansion himself, but nothing of this size.

He parked in front of the house. He was about to get out when he saw someone in the next car over, just sitting there. He rolled down his window and yelled to the other car.

"Hey!"

The man in the other car jumped a bit at the sound of someone else's voice but then settled down and manually rolled down his window.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"Yeah, I was wonderin if this was the right place. This 427 Oak Street?" Racetrack asked.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Ok good. I was wondering if I followed the directions right," Racetrack said as he held up his letter to look at it. Cowboy caught a glimpse of it and his eyes widened slightly.

"You got one of those too?" he asked as he motioned his hand towards it. Anthony nodded.

"Yeah. You got one?"

"Yeah. It didn't say much though. Just gave directions here and a name for me to use."

"Same here," Racetrack said. He then got out of his car. The other did the same.

"Cowboy," Jack Kelly said as he held out his hand.

"Racetrack," the other said. They shook hands.

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23 year old Nicholas Meyers shoved the letter that he had also received into the front pocket of the dress pants he was wearing. He made his way out of his apartment and got into his car. He was running late, and the letter had said for everyone to get to the house by 7:00. Nicholas looked down at his watch. It was 6:56. There was no way he was going to make it to the house on time. Oh well, wouldn't be the first time he was late to something.

As he started driving, rain began to fall lightly, hitting the windshield of his car. Making his way down the road, Nick thought about why he might have been invited to this "dinner". He couldn't remember anything that he did that would have caused himself to be invited to such a thing. He couldn't even think of anyone who would have invited him to anything.

Lost in his train of thought, he almost slammed into a car that was pulled over on the side of the road. He quickly swerved to get out of the way of it.

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Teddy Parker sat in his car and let out a long sigh. He had been on the side of the road for about 10 minutes. His car broke down. He was going to be late. Teddy Parker was late for nothing.

Getting antsy and figuring that no one was going to stop and pull over to try and help him, he got out of his car and walked into the rain. He made his way to the front of it and popped the hood. He shook his head looking down at everything inside of it.

"What am I doing?" he asked himself. He was never one to know anything about automobiles.

Determined to find a way to fix whatever was wrong, he reached down under the hood, pretending like he knew what he was doing. He moved his hand across the top of one of the large contraptions. Running his finger over a metal piece, one of his fingers touched something hot and he jumped up, withdrawing his hand and shaking it wildly. He cursed at the car.

As he was tending to his newly burnt hand, a car started to slow down behind his. Teddy watched as the door opened up and a man walked out.

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24 year old Michael Goor stepped out of his automobile and walked towards the one he saw ahead of him. He realized that the person was in need of help with the car, and it just so happened that he was an expert at the subject.

"Hey, ya need help over there?" he called to a man in front of him who seemed to be shaking his hand violently in pain.

"Yeah. Know anything about starting a car back up?" Teddy asked. Michael laughed and shook his head while walking the rest of the way to the hood of the car.

"Ain't a better man for the job," he said. He pushed up his sleeves and inspected the inside while wiping rain off of his forehead. "Well, looks here like you stalled," he said.

"No kidding. I could have told you that."

"Look, you want your car started back up?" he asked, turning to him and raising an eyebrow.

"Yes."

"Then I suggest you shut up."

Michael then turned back to the car. Taking something out of his pants pocket, which looked to Teddy as a pair of pliers, he leaned in close to the car. Teddy heard something snap, followed by a spark lighting up shortly after. Michael took a step back from the car with a look of accomplishment playing across his face.

"Problem fixed," he said as he put the pliers back into his pants pocket.

"Thanks," Teddy said.

"No problem. So, where you headed to? The only place down this road is that old mansion on that hill," Michael said, pointing down the road.

"Actually, that is where I am headed," Teddy said.

"No kidding. Me too," Michael said. "You get one of these two?" he asked, pulling at letter out of his pocket. Seeing as the rain was causing damage to it, he shoved it back in the pocket.

"Yeah. Got it last week," Teddy said, extending his hand. Michael shook it.

"Same here."

"So, you also get some sort of name you gotta use?"

"Yeah. Sits… or Skitter… Skittery!" Michael said, remembering what he had read a the bottom of his note.

"Skittery? That's strange," Teddy said with a small laugh.

"Oh yeah? Well what's your name?" Skittery asked, crossing his arms.

"…"

"… I'm waiting…"

"… Kid Blink," Teddy said, his head hanging low. Michael let out a laugh.

"Kid Blink? And I thought mine was bad!"

"Yeah, well it looks like both of us got stuck with the bad ones," Blink said.

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A/N: alright, so that's what I have as a first chapter. I hope whoever reads this enjoyed it. R&R please. You can give me suggestions on what should happen, tell me what you liked, what you didn't… that sort of stuff.