Disclaimer: Disney owns Spot and Racetrack, I own Shot, Brogue, Hammer, and Fantasy, and Chaos owns Chaos!
Summary: Chaos and Spot have to leave each other when Hammer, the Queens leader, tries to find her and kill her.
Chaos dearie, I hope you like this. It's not exactly what I wanted it to be, but it was nice to write a Newsies fic, and I really liked your character. Hehe
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"…So let me say before we part…
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart…"
-Wicked
"Chaos," Spot whispered into the dark blackness of the room. "Chaos, are you in here?" His tone sounded desperate, almost to the point of cracking when nobody answered.
"Spot?" a voice finally whispered from the floor.
"Chaos, is that you?"
"Spot!" Chaos cried, leaping up from the floor to jump at him and hold him tight.
"You're all right." Spot whispered against her hair. "For a second, I thought…" He trailed off, relief filling every part of him. It wasn't until he was more relaxed that he noticed her shaking. "What's wrong?"
Chaos kept her head against his shoulder and recalled what had happened. "We were all sitting downstairs when little Shot came runnin' in and said that Queens was on the way, and they had knives. Brogue brought me up here and locked the door on me before I could do anything. I didn't hear anything after that. I think they went out to meet Queens, and I wanted to help… Por favor, Spot, quiero saber qué sucedió." (I want to know what happened.)
Spot sighed and looked away. "What does that mean?"
"I want to know what happened. Please." She began to move her hands around, playing with her suspenders and then holding the small gold tear drop wit the Virgin Mary on the front and Jesus on the back, which hangs from a thin gold chain around her neck. "If it's anything that will hurt any of you, I want to help."
As much as he longed to keep holding Chaos, his girlfriend, he let go of her and walked a little bit away. Even with his eyes adjusted to the dark, he couldn't make out her face, but he could feel her dark brown eyes fixed on his back. "It started yesterday…"
begin flashback
"Chaos, would ya stop!" Race exclaimed. "That gets old after a while."
Chaos stood back up after completing yet another death scene. "If you'd stop smoking, I'd stop dyin' 'cause of it."
Race rolled his eyes. "Bein' sarcastic is my job. And if it bothers you so much, I'll jus' leave." He picked his papers up off the stairs that he'd placed them on and walked off to finish selling them. "I'll see ya Chaos. Bye Spot."
"You ready to leave now?" Spot asked impatiently.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'." She, too, picked up what was left of her papes and followed him down the street, back towards Brooklyn.
"Hey Brogue." Spot greeted an approaching figure as they reached the bridge. "Heading back to Brooklyn?"
"No… look, Spot, there's somethin' I want ye to see." Brogue answered when he was close enough to not have to shout.
"All right, as long as it doesn't take long. C'mon, Chaos." Spot started in the direction Brogue had come from, but he stopped him.
"Chaos, why don't ye head back to the Lodgin' House? This'll only take a moment." Brogue pointed behind her. "There's Lit, why don't ye walk back with him?"
"All right, then." Chaos said, and she turned to wave at the older Brooklyn newsie. "Hurry up, Lit, you're as slow as you are smart."
Lit caught up to her and laughed. "Trying to sound smart again?"
"I'm better at it than you are." Chaos grinned and the two crossed the bridge back home.
Spot, unbeknownst to anyone but Brogue, was brought to an alley. "What happened?" he asked in a hushed voice. Lying on the ground was a young Queens newsie, blood everywhere.
"I don't know," Brogue answered quietly, staring sadly at the body. "I take this alley as a short cut, and I just found him here." He paused and looked away. "He's dead."
"You know who this is, don't ya?" Spot asked, studying the little boy's face. "It's Hammer's little brother."
"Hammer as in Queens' leader?" Brogue asked. Spot nodded in response. "This can't be good, boyo." Brogue ran his hand through his hair. "This can't be good at all."
end flashback
"You mean…" Chaos began twirling her burgundy brown hair, wrapping the natural curl at the bottom around her finger. "But why would Queens come to Brooklyn?"
"One of my birds saw a Queens newsie watchin' me and Brogue in the alley." With his story almost complete, he turned back to her. "Hammer thinks we killed his brother."
"He hasn't hurt you yet, has he?" she asked. Spot shook his head. "The others… do you think they're all right?"
"They'll be fine. Hammer's only out for one person." Spot turned away again, unable to look at Chaos.
"Then you can hide! I'd hate to start a war, but if it'll keep you safe-"
"No! He's not after me."
Chaos frowned. "Then who…" she gasped when Spot turned to look at her. "Me?"
"He lost the person he loved the most, and he's determined to make me lose that, too. He's going after the one person he knows would make me feel the way he's feeling right now, so he's looking for you."
Chaos reached her hands behind her to find the wall, and when she did find it, she slumped against it, he mixed emotions writhing inside her. She was afraid, shocked, and… happy. She was the person Spot loved the most. "Spot, I…"
"You have to leave."
"I can't!"
"You have to. I don't want anything to happen to you." Spot explained to her.
"Where would I go? I'd be found in Manhattan."
"For now, until this is all figured out, I'm sending you out of the city."
Chaos laughed. "You're crazy, Spot!"
"You just said yourself that you'd be found in Manhattan. I wouldn't trust any other place to take care of you, so I'm sending you out."
"To where?! We don't know anyone outside the city."
"We do. Brogue's older sister came to America with him. She's married, and lives an hour away, on a farm. You'll stay with her."
"Spot!" she protested.
"You don't know Hammer. He works for a mob, he won't be afraid to kill you, and kill you slowly to pain me even more. Anywhere you'd try to hide in this city, he or one of his goons would find you. This is the only way."
"But what are you going to do to stop him? When will I be able to come back?"
"I'll do whatever I can to get you back sooner. I promise," he whispered.
"Crap," Chaos said under her breath. "Just be careful, Spot."
"I will," he said, and pulled her into a hug, holding her tight. "Just remember I love you."
"I love you, too."
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