Free Companies Inc. Presents…
"The Mary Sue That Wasn't"
A Newsies Fanfiction
By
Keza: Queen of Procrastination
AN: Mary Sues are present in almost every fanfiction category, but overly abundant in the Newsies section. Oh, the possibilities…
AN2: Excuse me and my laziness. If I don't get the writing of the New York accent right, don't kill me. You can figure it out yourselves.
One: Her name was Mary, coincidentally
Fat drops of rain quickly matted down the girl's soft blonde hair as she burst out of a small brick building and hurried into a nearby ally. She cast a furtive glance at her surroundings, breathing shallowly. In the distance a door slammed, followed by an angry bellow. She wiped a tear (or was it just the rain?) off her cheek and ran out of the ally, now sprinting all out down a main street. A triumphant shout sounded behind her, and she cursed herself for having run too early. The girl turned a corner and hurtled over a random crate, running until she found herself deep into the maze of the docks of Brooklyn… Completely surrounded by water! Another crate fell over and her pursuer came into view, a street lamp illuminating his ugly features. The girl whimpered softly and looked frantically around for some means of help… None appeared. The man walked towards her in measured steps, wrapping a thick chain around his fist as he did.
"You'll pay for what you did, you little bitch," he snarled.
"I-I… I didn't do anything!" she cried back, her charming British accent not affected in the least by her trauma.
"You dared attack me! That's all that matters!" the man spat, advancing more quickly now. It was then that a blurred form ran straight into the man's stomach, knocking him flat. The girl gasped, her lovely face drawing into a brilliant smile.
"My savior…" she breathed. It stopped raining.
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Spot grumbled and picked himself up, cursing his luck.
"Look away for one second and ya runs smack inta someone," he muttered. Spot looked down at the prone form of a relatively small man. Unconscious. Doesn't it figure. He looked about him cautiously, considering the possibilities… Leave him there… Push him into the river… Take h-
"Hi." Spots head snapped up. Damn! Caught by surprise twice. It was turning into a bad night.
"Heya," he answered, studying the girl for a second. Uninterested, he turned back to the body. Maybe he could… No, but Wood might know how to…
"Um, hello?" the girl asked again. She was obviously hurt by the lack of attention he was showing her. Spot continued to ignore her, instead studying the body from several angles. She sighed. "I just wanted to thank you for saving my life!" she blurted out finally. Spot looked up. She seized the change to reward him with a dazzling smile. He frowned.
"Cuse me?"
"Saving my life!" another sparkling smile. Lights danced behind her ocean blue eyes. Her hair magically shed the rain and sprung into the bouncing blonde curls she was used to.
"Oh, uh.. Sure, 'twas nuttin," Spot turned away and rolled his eyes. Girl must be delirious. He didn't save anyone… Just tripped and.. Uh oh, the man was starting to wake up. Spot tapped him on the temple with his cane, drawing a soft gasp from the girl. He studied the body for a second more, then turned to walk away. The girl jumped after him and spun him around.
"My name's Mary!" she said brightly, another attempt at a conversation. Spot glared. What the hell was she doing touching him?
"Yeah, well, I'm Spot. See ya." He walked quickly away, trying to put as much distance as he could between himself and the annoying girl… Mary.
"Are you just going to leave me alone?" Mary squealed. "Alone on the streets in the dark right next to my fiancée, who has been abusing me?"
"Yup." Mary broke down on the dock. No! She had to be strong. She'd go to Manhattan, get help there. Of course she could get there before dawn. She was Mary.
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Well? Good idea, bad idea? This will get much more amusing as she interacts more with our Newsies… I just had to give you a taste of her tragic, tearjerking background. -sniff sniff-