8 year old Eliza McKinney was freezing. It was nearing the middle of the night and this poor street rat felt at the end of her rope. Everyone dear to her was dead and she was stuck attempting to sell flowers or matchbooks or anything else she could get her hands on, though it was never enough. She was stumbling around the unforgiving cobblestone streets of New York hoping someone would take pity on her. Hoping maybe a family would want to take her in as their own, though she was having no such luck. She tripped over her feet in an alley, she hit the ground with a thud. Once she was down she didn't have any desire to move. She closed her green eyes and willed herself dead. At 8 years old Eliza was giving up. She felt herself slipping away, or perhaps that was the exhaustion she felt, she didn't seem to care because at that moment she was happy.
10 year old Shane Conlon was hurrying as fast he could back to the warehouse where the Brooklyn newsies resided. He was beyond late and new that he would take a verbal lashing when he got back. He cursed to himself as the rain began falling, that was the last thing he wanted-wet clothing, but he persisted. Down the streets and alleys he ran, hoping and praying the leader of the Brooklyn newsies would be asleep already. While lost in his thoughts he tripped harder then ever. He somersaulted over something, an old carpet perhaps. Once he got his bearings and walked over to whatever it was that had caused him to trip, he was startled to find it wasn't a carpet at all but a person. He was even more surprised to see it was a girl, a girl not much younger than he. He approached her with caution and, for a second, considered leaving her, though he knew that was the wrong thing to do. He bent over and gently lifted the sleeping girl into his arms and did his best to job the rest of the way to the warehouse with his tiny parcel in his arms.
When Shane arrived at the warehouse he breathed a sigh of relief to find that no one was awake to catch him coming in late. He was also relieved that no one would see him bring the sleeping child in with him. Quietly he made his way over to his dirty mattress that was in a far corner of the warehouse up against the wall. He almost tripped a few times but was relieved every time when he caught his balance. By the time he reached the mattress his arms were exhausted and, for a second, he contemplated throwing the girl down though he know that would probably wake her. He figure that anyone who could actually fall asleep in the middle of an alley while raining deserved a little rest. Once the girl was lying on the mattress he removed his wet clothes and put on some dry bottoms, all his tops were either dirty or wet from the run over to the warehouse. He crawled in bed with the girl and laid with his back to her. A few minutes later Shane got quite a start as he felt cold fingers tracing the circular birthmark he had on his back. He lay still waiting to see what would happen.
"Spot." Shane heard the girl say, "My Spot."
And thus Spot Conlon was born.
A/N Not sure if I want to leave this as a one shot or a story so I will leave this up to the reviewers!