Author's Note: So, because I have no idea what direction my other story is going in and my twenty minutes attention span has kept me from making a new chapter, I decided to write a new one after I had a real good dream about Newsies last night.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of its characters. The introduction was inspired by The Godfather: The Game (2006) by EA based off Francis Ford Coppola's The Godfather (1972) movie based off Mario Puzo's The Godfather (1969) book, whew. However the plot and other character are au naturale.
Welcome to New York:
There are five dominating gangs in New York -- each one occupying they own toif. Foist there's Ha'lem. Ha'lem's controlled by Zavier Neville, a spook from Georgia who made a name for himself sellin' cheap, watered down liquor over 'round Sugar Hill. As far as bronze go, Zavier himself aint much a' nothin'. But don't underestimate the guy - he's smart. Can't no one out craft the crafty an' Zavier is, without a doubt, one crafty bastard. Zavier runs a couple nice spots - one on Astor Row, the othah on Strivahs'. Ha'lem may not look like much from the outside, but watch out near the waterfront. Gamblers, pimps, and madams show loyalty to no one and it aint expensive to get them to tell someone what they wanna know.
Aftah Ha'lem you've got the Bronx. The Bronx is a pretty descent place if you know where your goin'. They got the best damn racin' horses this side 'a the Broadway has evah seen. An' it's got plen'y of them landma'ks, you know, those things you always see in the pictures. Jimmy Broncks runs the place. Runnin' the Bronx was like his birth right or somethin' with his last name bein' the same. Jimmy don't really show no strict alliance wit' anybody, which is smart on his part. No sides means no enemies and no enemies means he can run his business smoothly without anyone gettin' in the way. But be warned, Jimmy rules with an iron fist. His boys come first and if you run a fowl with them, you run a fowl with him. It aint always pretty when the cool headed one blows up. Believe me, I've seen it happen.
There are two gangs in Manhattan - one in Hell's Kitchen the othah in the Five Points area. 'Course Kelly's gotta gang over Lower Eastside, but he aint nothin' to worry about. The kid's got sense and knows where he's goin' as well as what he's doin'. Vincent Cavallo runs Hell's Kitchen and not just pa'ts of it. All of it. He's got thugs on every corner, in every alley. Cheap brothels and illegal dealings are scattered everywhere. As for Vincent himself, this guy can not be trusted by anyone. He's been known to turn on even his own guys. Loyalty is not in this man's vocabulary. Vincent is reckless and hot headed. One second he'll be completely calm and the next he's blowin ' some guys head off. My advice: Don't look at him, don't talk to him, live a long life.
An overcrowded rat's nest filled with poverty, rampant crime, decadence and despair, Five Points aint any place for the weak of heart. Not even a cop can go through there alone. There's only one main gang in Five Points, run by Frankie Cavallo. I know what your thinkin' an' it aint no coincidence. They are related. And if you think Vincent's bad, meet his little brother. The younger ones always pick up on somethin' the older ones didn't. Frankie deserves to be hated. He's got no conscience and no morals. Look into this man's eyes and you're lookin' at pure evil. Even his gang is a bunch a' bloodthirsty whack jobs. The worst thing about Frankie is he doesn't look like a threat. Nice smile, a good lookin' kid all together. Face of an angel, but the heart of a demon.
Last, but not least, there's Brooklyn. New York's own skid row. Spot Conlon has Brooklyn, and when I say he has it I mean he has it right in the palm a' his hands. Nothin' evah goes on in Brooklyn without him knowin' about it. He's got eyes an' ears all over the place. Jus' when you think you got away with somethin', BAM! he's right there. Brooklyn itself is a respected borough, and as calls for, there is none othah more respected than Spot. The Cavallo's rule because fear, Jimmy 'cause a' loyalty, and Zavier with passion, appreciation. The Colored's aint got is so hot an' Z's helpin' 'em out a lot. Don't get me wrong, a'right? The othahs are respected. But only Spot rules on respect alone.