A/N: I know I know! I need to stop starting new fics...at least until I
finish at least one of my other fics, I just felt like writing this one, so
please enjoy. Note, the prologue is in Mush's P.O.V., but the rest of it
will probably be in Blink's. If it's not I'll tell you later.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone, but me...and since I'm not in this story I don't own anything. Newsies belong to Disney. And I stole the quotes out of a book. So please don't sue.
Death's Apprentice
By Nakaia Aidan-Sun
Prologue
"No one can cheat fate."
Ever since I can remember I had a kind of sixth sense. Well, I guess it is more of a curse than a sixth sense, you see I have always been able to tell if someone was going to die. I don't mean it as though I look at the person and know. I just know.
When I was younger it was mostly people that I knew. For example when I was eight, my life was perfect, I had a huge family complete with a mom, dad, brother and seven sisters. We weren't rich, but we were happy. I couldn't have hoped for anything more, I guess Specs would say that I was content, but then the dreams began.
You might say, "Oh, everyone has dreams of their loved ones dying." So, ya, I guess that is true, but when most people have those dreams, they don't come true. My dream was simple, I would wake up and my house would be on fire, then I would see me running out of the house, and my family burning. At first it scared me, so I told my mom. She said there wasn't anything to worry about. I believed her, until one day my dream ceased to be just a dream. My whole family died just like I had known they would. That night I swore that I would never let myself become close to anyone again...but I guess that that was too much for an eight year old to swear too.
On my ninth birthday I met Kid Blink, and although I tried to stay secluded and to myself, I couldn't help but become friends with him. Kid introduced me to the rest of the newsboys as Mush, because he said my skin looked like oatmeal. Although I didn't like the name that much, at least it didn't have the memories of my family with it, so I guess that was a blessing.
The years went on and my gift became stronger, it got to the point were I would dream about people dying that I didn't even know. I became coldhearted towards death, and stopped caring altogether. It wasn't anyone close to me; so I didn't know why I should even know about it.
I became an optimist until one night my curse struck once more, and it became personal.
A/N: Okay, I know that that was kinda weird, and that it doesn't seem like any of my other stories, but it means a lot to me; and I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and tell me what you thought. This might also become slash between Blink and Mush, but it won't be too much, just enough to help the story along. Well, even though it's a day late, Happy Pagan Holiday!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone, but me...and since I'm not in this story I don't own anything. Newsies belong to Disney. And I stole the quotes out of a book. So please don't sue.
Death's Apprentice
By Nakaia Aidan-Sun
Prologue
"No one can cheat fate."
Ever since I can remember I had a kind of sixth sense. Well, I guess it is more of a curse than a sixth sense, you see I have always been able to tell if someone was going to die. I don't mean it as though I look at the person and know. I just know.
When I was younger it was mostly people that I knew. For example when I was eight, my life was perfect, I had a huge family complete with a mom, dad, brother and seven sisters. We weren't rich, but we were happy. I couldn't have hoped for anything more, I guess Specs would say that I was content, but then the dreams began.
You might say, "Oh, everyone has dreams of their loved ones dying." So, ya, I guess that is true, but when most people have those dreams, they don't come true. My dream was simple, I would wake up and my house would be on fire, then I would see me running out of the house, and my family burning. At first it scared me, so I told my mom. She said there wasn't anything to worry about. I believed her, until one day my dream ceased to be just a dream. My whole family died just like I had known they would. That night I swore that I would never let myself become close to anyone again...but I guess that that was too much for an eight year old to swear too.
On my ninth birthday I met Kid Blink, and although I tried to stay secluded and to myself, I couldn't help but become friends with him. Kid introduced me to the rest of the newsboys as Mush, because he said my skin looked like oatmeal. Although I didn't like the name that much, at least it didn't have the memories of my family with it, so I guess that was a blessing.
The years went on and my gift became stronger, it got to the point were I would dream about people dying that I didn't even know. I became coldhearted towards death, and stopped caring altogether. It wasn't anyone close to me; so I didn't know why I should even know about it.
I became an optimist until one night my curse struck once more, and it became personal.
A/N: Okay, I know that that was kinda weird, and that it doesn't seem like any of my other stories, but it means a lot to me; and I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and tell me what you thought. This might also become slash between Blink and Mush, but it won't be too much, just enough to help the story along. Well, even though it's a day late, Happy Pagan Holiday!
