This is the sequel to "The Beginning". Hope you like it!

I don't own any of the real newsies only the ones that weren't in the movie; plus the horse!

"Talking"

Narration

Thoughts

Flashbacks

What happened next

"Hurry up; da bulls'll catch us!"

"I'm runnin I'm runnin'!"

Skittery and Lucky raced through the dark alleyways; around trash cans and boxes scattered about, and raced on even as their breaths became quick and harsh. They had been caught stealing bits of food from a vendor on the street and now they were running from the bulls.

Flashback

Two kids hid behind crates as they stared hungrily at the piles of food on a selling cart.

"K, what's the plan?"

Soft whispers were exchanged before they gave 'all ready' glances at each other.

Lucky walked out from behind the crates and put on her best puppy dog face.

"Excuse me mister; I'm lost. Have you seen my momma?"

He turned a grumpy fact toward her, unaware of the boy sneaking around in the background. As Lucky kept the man occupied, Skittery had managed to grab two apples, an orange and a handful of grapes. He locked eyes with Lucky and jerked his head toward the town center.

Lucky smiled and nodded, "Oh, I see her, Thank you mister!"

They had gotten only a few feet away before the man realized the missing food.

"Thieves! Beggers! Stop them!"

The two kids caught a glimpse of a policeman running behind them and they took off!

Lucky took one of the apples from Skittery and started munching while running.

"What da ya tink ya doin'"

"Eatin!" she replied indignantly, "I'se starving!"

Skittery rolled his eyes and they continued running.

Present time

Skittery and Lucky ducked into an abandoned warehouse to catch their breath.

Lucky bent over with her hands on her knees and smiled tiredly up at Skittery, "It's a good ting I'se whit ya!" She took a deep breath, "I'se ain't called Lucky for nuttin'!"

Skittery nodded, to out of breath to say anything.

The sky was getting darker as the two made their way to the lodging house and at least one of them was tired and worn out.

"That was fun!"

Skittery turned to look at the joyful girl behind him, "What…?"

"I said that that was fun." Lucky repeated.

Skittery shook his head in disbelief as they climbed the steps to the bunkroom.

"How was dat fun? We could've been taken by da bulls or beat up or tossed in da river or ….or …"

Lucky looked thoughtful for a moment, but a moment only.

"Well it was still fun!"

Skittery snorted and fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Lucky, on the other hand, couldn't go to sleep and she stayed up until the middle of the night, watching the stars.

The next few days went by as usual, with nothing exciting to tell. Lucky would visit Feather Song, which was now shortened to Feather at times, and the two became quick friends.

Tips and Pup had settled in quickly and now they knew everyone. Pup was still in awe at Spot Conlon though. Every time Jack had business or just went for a visit in Brooklyn, Pup would somehow manage to come along. Of course, Spot didn't mind having a fan, except when he was in a bad mood.

Denton would occasionally meet the kids at Tibby's and they would go see Medda's newest show whenever they had the money.

This was the typical day for them all.

Lucky petted Feather's forehead as the horse ate up the food that was brought for her. She sighed, wondering how to get the horse out without causing a big scene. At the moment, the thought of getting any horse out, especially the formerly meanest horse in the stables, seemed hopeless.

"Hmm… maybe I could sneak you out at night, no. Maybe I could get someone to distract everyone and then….. no. What if, no; maybe, no way! Ugh!" Lucky spun around, frustrated with herself. "This is hopeless!"

Feather Song looked up quickly, as if seeing if she really meant that. She snorted gently to get the girl's attention. Lucky turned around and smiled at Feather Song.

"Don't worry, I'll get you out. It just seems so… so IMPOSSIBLE though!" Lucky stomped her foot like a child does when they do not get what they want, "Ugh! Why can't this be easier?"

The stable doors creaked just as she complained out loud and Lucky spun around, startled and worried.

What will happen if they find me? Will they sell Feather?

Lucky glanced at the horse with that last thought, and ran to hide in an empty stall nearby. She peaked out from behind bales of hay to see one of the caretakers come in with a shovel and wheel barrow to clean up straw. She froze and closed her eyes as the footsteps came closer and closer to her stall. Lucky gave a small sigh of relief when they stopped a few stalls down.

Lucky stayed crammed in the corner for about an hour or two until the caretaker finally left.

"Well, that was comfortable." She said sarcastically, standing up and stretching. Feather Song seemed to nod in agreement as Lucky went to tell her goodbye.

"Sorry, gotta go. The guys will probably be asleep by the time I get back." She said while seeing that the sky was already growing darker and darker.

Lucky hugged the horse and left the stable, while trying to think of escape plans to use.

It was, indeed, a silent building when Lucky got home. She crept up the stairs to her room in the attic and settled down on her bed, slightly worn out from the long day. She glanced up at the stars that she could see from her small window.

She had a small balcony, just big enough to put a few plants on, but you could open the windows outward if you wished.

Lucky always kept them open, that way she could see the stars a little better; well, as best as you can when you live in a city!

God, please help me to help Feather Song to escape. She should be free, not trapped in a stable like all the other tame horses. Please Father, please.

With that final prayer, she laid down on her small mattress and drifted off to sleep.

End of this chapter

I hope you liked this one and I would like reviews too! ConstructfulCriticism would be greatly appreciated!

-Angel1029