A/N: First newsie story and it just kind of popped into my head! Please read and review tell me what you think! And thanks Britt for helping me put this up on here (and for writing this without me knowing: )
Jack's P.O.V.
The day he lost her is the day he began his rise to power. The day that helped to shape who he is today: Spot Conlon, King of Brooklyn.
I remember that day perfectly as if it where etched into my mind not wanting to be forgotten. What started off as a normal day would end being one of the worst days of our lives!
Like any other Friday I set off with the rest of Manhattan to Brooklyn for poker night. When we got their, it was like any other time, we drank, smoked, talked with friends, and played a lot of Poker. It was just like any other time except I noticed that a few of the Brooklyn boys where missing along with Spots girl, Sammy, who was also a Brooklyn newsie.
We where just sitting around listening to one of Races ridiculous stories about how he once again managed to smooth talk his way outta a fight with a few Queens's guys that had been giving us trouble lately. That's when Hustler, one of the Brooklyn boys who had been missing, came running in with a big message.
He said that there had been a fight and that someone was hurt, badly. I don't think anyone was sure of whom it was because right when he said someone was hurt everyone was out the door before he could finish.
I remember it all perfectly, I was running, behind the leaders, and Spot at my side. My heart was pounding out of my chest, my vision was beginning to blur, and I got that dizzy feeling like when you sit up to fast. I had lived as a newsie long enough to know that when someone said someone was hurt badly, they where hurt badly! My mind was racing through everything that could have happened, causing me to only think the worse.
When we got down to the docks Spot stopped short causing me to almost run into him. Following his gaze my eyes landed on Sammy. She was spread on the ground lying in a pile of blood and covered in cuts and bruises. Both the Manhattan and Brooklyn leaders where at her side trying to see if she was okay, but she wasn't responding to anything.
I remember chocking on my breath. I tried blinking a few times to see if I would wake up, but I was still there. I wanted this all to be a tragic nightmare but it was all happening, and it was all very real!
Spot ran to her side calling her name, nudging her, shaking her, and anything else that might get her to respond. After a few minutes of her doing nothing Spot put his head in his hands and cried. Crying was something I had never seen Spot do until now, and then it hit me, we where too late…she had died!
Kneeling down next to Spot I rested my hand on his shoulder and tried to comfort him. Spot's tears had now stopped and he looked me in the eyes with a look I had never seen on him before. His normally glowing Blue/Grey eyes where now swirled together to form a stone cold look. That very moment he swore to me that he would do whatever it took to become leader of Brooklyn, and kill the guy that killed the only person he ever really cared about.
Looking At him now, two years later, ruling Brooklyn, I still see that stone cold look in his eyes. I still see the pain he felt that very moment she died, and the little boy who lost someone he loved. And I still see that determined look in his eyes letting me know what he swore to me years ago, he would still do.
In truth Spot Conlon isn't that cold hearted leader everyone seems to think he is. He's just a kid. A kid who lost the only person he loved, and a kid who is willing to go to all lengths to get revenge!