1For Brooklyn
By:Ambrlupin
Prologue: If someone is strong nuff...
Summary: "If someone out there is strong nuff to soak Brooklyn..." The manhattan boys have their work cut out for them- to take care of the handful of surviving Brooklyn newsies, keep their turf and men safe...and send out a rescue party to save one Spot Conlon...and Brooklyn with him.
Disclaimer: No. I. Do. Not. OWN. Blah.
A/n: FIRST Newsie fic! Please be nice and give me credit? Ok?
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"Weakness. How I hate that word. To show weakness means you are a sissy, and I aint no sissy; Im Brooklyn. Ya hear me? IM Brooklyn. And Brooklyn never falls." - Spot
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It was a dark night in lower Manhattan, so dark not even the lights lit up past a few feet. It was an inky darkness, one so thick you could feel it in the air. David Jacobs makes his way down the street, looking intently for some sign, something would give him away...
"Hullo Davey." A voice cut through his concentration, making him glance sharply over toward a nearby alley. Sure enough a math was struck and a pinprick of fire cast a shadow over Jack Kelley's face as he lights the cigarette hanging from his lips. "What are ya doin' out ere this late?" He let the match fall and snubbed it out on the ground.
David's shoulders eased up and he casually strolled toward his friend. "Looking for you, of course. Sarah's been worried, you havent been around much lately."
Jack shrugged, his cowboy hat in his hands instead of around his neck, "I'se bin busy. Have you heard bout Brooklyn?"
The younger looked at him with a raised eyebrow and leaned on the wall next to him, arms crossed. "What about Brooklyn? I havent heard anything."
"Thats the probl'm." He let a stream of smoke issue from his mouth, "Its too quiet, I don't like it."
"You don't like anything, Jack." He laughed, trying to play it off, but one look at the other's face stopped him cold. "You...You really think something's wrong, don't you?"
"Spot's neva bin this quiet, Davey. Neva." He took another drag from his cigarette and sighed deeply, "If someone out there is strong nuff to soak Brooklyn..."
He trailed off, but he didnt need to finish his sentance, David, with a grim look on his face, could only reach for the other's hand, taking the nicotine stick and bringing it to his mouth.
Jack blinked at him with surprise. "I'se didnt know you smoke."
"I don't."
The two friends stood there, in the inky darkness, watching in silence as the sun rose, painting their turf with pink and purple. David sighed, "Shall I get the guys ready?"
Jack's eyes were focused on the slow moving bodies that were starting to cross onto Manhattan territory. "Yeah, tell em to make some room for the Brooklyn boys."
As David made his way to inform the newsies, Jack crossed over to meet the bloody, beaten, and...now this was hardly a term to describe Brooklyn but it was true nonetheless, broken boys. "What happened? Where's Spot?" He had already looked for the smart mouthed sharpshooter, but hadn't seen him.
The nearest Brooklyn newsie looked at him, eyes full of pain. That more than anything, frightened Jack, made him cold from his head to his feet. "What? Where's Spot!" He was slightly panicked now, if someone had hurt Spot...
"Spot...He...He..aint here no mor'." The boy's hands clenched at his sides. "He aint eva gonna be here no mor'."
No. It was too much, and Jack had staggered backwards, hitting the wall behind him and falling down it with a thump. "Dead?"
"Dead? No!" The newsie looked horrified, "No...Cowboy...He aint dead."
"Then what...?"
"They took 'im." He sniffed, but no tears would fall. "They took 'im...and they took Brooklyn."
"If someone out there is strong nuff to soak Brooklyn..."
No, Jack hadn't needed to say it. If someone was strong enough to beat down Brooklyn...
They didn't have a chance in hell.
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Sorry its so short- its really only a teaser. If you guys want me to keep writing this then drop me a review okay? Pwease? Bye!