Disclaimer! As you all know, I don't own Spot, Disney does. I own Tuesday
and any other characters in the story that don't appear in the movie.
Chapter 1
Spot surveyed the streets as he made his way back towards the Brooklyn lodging house, his gold-topped cane in one hand like a sword. His pockets jingled as his newly acquired coins moved with his fearless steps. Spot knew every inch of Brooklyn and could walk the streets in pitch black. Brooklyn was his territory and he knew everything that happened in the area. Spot scowled at beggars along the sidewalks pleading for spare change and growled at almost anyone who passed by. In his mind Brooklyn belonged to him, and no one but him, and nobody was going to stand in his way.
In the distance over the roofs of the houses lining the streets, the sun was beginning to set, painting the sky with light purples and pinks, signaling him to quicken his step for today was Tuesday, the Brooklyn newsies poker night at the Lodging House.
Spot began going over in his mind what he would say to all the losers when he revealed his winning hand, when he suddenly tripped over something lying in the alleyway just a few blocks from the Lodging House. Regaining his balance he reached down and grabbed at a piece of the thing he had tripped over and found that it was a human. Dragging the figure to its feet he slammed it against the brick wall, his hands firmly gripping the figure's shoulders.
"Hey what are ya doin' sleepin' in dis here alley where's I'se can trip all over ya and break me neck?"
Spot waved his cane in the figure's face, accidentally hitting the figure's cap. The heather gray cap fell back, letting a cascade of strawberry- blonde hair fall out and tumble down around the figure's shoulders. The figure was a girl! Spot lost his train of thought for a moment starring at her. She stood just a few inches shorter than Spot. Her dark green eyes sparkled against the setting of the sun's rays. Her skin was ivory, but her face was made even paler out of fright. Spot looked her over for a moment and noticed the brown boy's pants and shirt she was wearing were ripped and stained with blood from cuts on her arms and face. Spot glanced into her eyes and saw the fear lying there as she stared wide-eyed at him, her eyes unblinking, and quickly loosened his grip on her shoulders.
"Hey kid, what happened to ya?"
Silence filled the space between them.
"Hey, can ya hear me?"
The girl's body began to tremble beneath his hands. Spot shook her slightly.
"Say sumthin'"
The girl's eyes rolled back in her head and she suddenly collapsed into his arms. Sighing to himself he took her into his arms and made his way towards the Lodging House.
Chapter 1
Spot surveyed the streets as he made his way back towards the Brooklyn lodging house, his gold-topped cane in one hand like a sword. His pockets jingled as his newly acquired coins moved with his fearless steps. Spot knew every inch of Brooklyn and could walk the streets in pitch black. Brooklyn was his territory and he knew everything that happened in the area. Spot scowled at beggars along the sidewalks pleading for spare change and growled at almost anyone who passed by. In his mind Brooklyn belonged to him, and no one but him, and nobody was going to stand in his way.
In the distance over the roofs of the houses lining the streets, the sun was beginning to set, painting the sky with light purples and pinks, signaling him to quicken his step for today was Tuesday, the Brooklyn newsies poker night at the Lodging House.
Spot began going over in his mind what he would say to all the losers when he revealed his winning hand, when he suddenly tripped over something lying in the alleyway just a few blocks from the Lodging House. Regaining his balance he reached down and grabbed at a piece of the thing he had tripped over and found that it was a human. Dragging the figure to its feet he slammed it against the brick wall, his hands firmly gripping the figure's shoulders.
"Hey what are ya doin' sleepin' in dis here alley where's I'se can trip all over ya and break me neck?"
Spot waved his cane in the figure's face, accidentally hitting the figure's cap. The heather gray cap fell back, letting a cascade of strawberry- blonde hair fall out and tumble down around the figure's shoulders. The figure was a girl! Spot lost his train of thought for a moment starring at her. She stood just a few inches shorter than Spot. Her dark green eyes sparkled against the setting of the sun's rays. Her skin was ivory, but her face was made even paler out of fright. Spot looked her over for a moment and noticed the brown boy's pants and shirt she was wearing were ripped and stained with blood from cuts on her arms and face. Spot glanced into her eyes and saw the fear lying there as she stared wide-eyed at him, her eyes unblinking, and quickly loosened his grip on her shoulders.
"Hey kid, what happened to ya?"
Silence filled the space between them.
"Hey, can ya hear me?"
The girl's body began to tremble beneath his hands. Spot shook her slightly.
"Say sumthin'"
The girl's eyes rolled back in her head and she suddenly collapsed into his arms. Sighing to himself he took her into his arms and made his way towards the Lodging House.
