Author's Note: It isn't too late to be in this if you want… please email or
review and tell me! If there are any guys out there, I need you! Also-
because I hate war and I'm lazy, in this story I'm pretending that World
War I never happened. This is the newsieverse. In real life they didn't
even win, so deal, aight? And Patch's mother is based on Dru from Buffy:
tVS.
Chapter One
14-year-old Maire "Queen" Conlon looked down on the Brooklyn harbor from her throne of crates. The year was 1915, and she had been the leader of Brooklyn for two years. The Queen of Brooklyn, as she was known, surveyed her realm, gazing down on the swimming newsies with the eyes of a hawk. She looked like her mother, Singah Conlon, but had her father's eyes- piercingly ice-blue. Tall, she had shoulder length brown hair with red highlights, and she always carried her father's, Kieran "Spot" Conlon, cane.
Queen sighed. She loved being a newsie and the leader of Brooklyn, but it was stifling. Always having to be as tough as Spot had been, and keep hold of her newsies; she sometimes just wanted to be a regular girl, with her friends and suitor, Ryan "Crow" O'Connor, Half-Pint's brother. But she wasn't, and she was resigned to the fact. She sighed, thinking of her perfect boyfriend.
Just then, a girl ran up. "Queen! Hey Queen!" It was Hades, Maire's second in command and best friend. With deep brown hair and big blue eyes, she looked as mischievous as she was. At her side was a tall boy with thick, straight black hair falling into his eyes. Maire leapt down from her perch and pulled him in for a kiss.
Hades groaned and Maire released the boy. "Yer Majesty," Hades said sarcastically, "If yer quite finished? Crow's got news and he can't tell ya if yer makin' out wid him."
Crow grinned apologetically while Maire pretended to sulk. Slipping her arm around her boyfriend's waist, she asked, "So? What's the news?"
"Well, we'se been hearin' tings from other boroughs. Seems like Harlem's got a new leader. A girl."
"So? I'm a girl! You think dere's sometin' wrong wid dat?"
"It ain't just dat!" Hades interrupted. "It's Patch!"
"And she's lookin' at Brooklyn."
***
Patch was in a foul mood. She was tearing across the floor of the Harlem LH, yelling and screaming at her newsies for no apparent reason. Patch was the kind of girl most mothers wouldn't want to have their sons bring home- dirty and immodest, with blonde hair and ample, visible cleavage, she was what would one day be called a "vamp;" the kind of girl who lured young men to ruin and despair. Just as she was going to hit something or someone, Patch heard a sibilant voice from the shadows. "Sssamantha… precioussssss… come here my darling, my precioussss." Instantly, Patch was at the voice's side, still and waiting for more words.
"Yes, Mama, what is it?"
"Sssamantha, you must be calm… The ssstarss, they sing, they tell me to wait… the time will be right ssssoon, my preciousss…"
"Yes, Mama. I'll wait. But how long? I wanna take over dat bitch's territory now. She beat me, Mama! I wanna beat her back!"
"I know, my precioussss, I know. But the starssss, they sssay we must wait."
"Fine. But tell da stars ta hurry up!"
A/N: If you can tell me what book/story was riding my brainwaves when I was writing this gets a Jolly Rancher. And Lashes, I know it's short. Deal!
Chapter One
14-year-old Maire "Queen" Conlon looked down on the Brooklyn harbor from her throne of crates. The year was 1915, and she had been the leader of Brooklyn for two years. The Queen of Brooklyn, as she was known, surveyed her realm, gazing down on the swimming newsies with the eyes of a hawk. She looked like her mother, Singah Conlon, but had her father's eyes- piercingly ice-blue. Tall, she had shoulder length brown hair with red highlights, and she always carried her father's, Kieran "Spot" Conlon, cane.
Queen sighed. She loved being a newsie and the leader of Brooklyn, but it was stifling. Always having to be as tough as Spot had been, and keep hold of her newsies; she sometimes just wanted to be a regular girl, with her friends and suitor, Ryan "Crow" O'Connor, Half-Pint's brother. But she wasn't, and she was resigned to the fact. She sighed, thinking of her perfect boyfriend.
Just then, a girl ran up. "Queen! Hey Queen!" It was Hades, Maire's second in command and best friend. With deep brown hair and big blue eyes, she looked as mischievous as she was. At her side was a tall boy with thick, straight black hair falling into his eyes. Maire leapt down from her perch and pulled him in for a kiss.
Hades groaned and Maire released the boy. "Yer Majesty," Hades said sarcastically, "If yer quite finished? Crow's got news and he can't tell ya if yer makin' out wid him."
Crow grinned apologetically while Maire pretended to sulk. Slipping her arm around her boyfriend's waist, she asked, "So? What's the news?"
"Well, we'se been hearin' tings from other boroughs. Seems like Harlem's got a new leader. A girl."
"So? I'm a girl! You think dere's sometin' wrong wid dat?"
"It ain't just dat!" Hades interrupted. "It's Patch!"
"And she's lookin' at Brooklyn."
***
Patch was in a foul mood. She was tearing across the floor of the Harlem LH, yelling and screaming at her newsies for no apparent reason. Patch was the kind of girl most mothers wouldn't want to have their sons bring home- dirty and immodest, with blonde hair and ample, visible cleavage, she was what would one day be called a "vamp;" the kind of girl who lured young men to ruin and despair. Just as she was going to hit something or someone, Patch heard a sibilant voice from the shadows. "Sssamantha… precioussssss… come here my darling, my precioussss." Instantly, Patch was at the voice's side, still and waiting for more words.
"Yes, Mama, what is it?"
"Sssamantha, you must be calm… The ssstarss, they sing, they tell me to wait… the time will be right ssssoon, my preciousss…"
"Yes, Mama. I'll wait. But how long? I wanna take over dat bitch's territory now. She beat me, Mama! I wanna beat her back!"
"I know, my precioussss, I know. But the starssss, they sssay we must wait."
"Fine. But tell da stars ta hurry up!"
A/N: If you can tell me what book/story was riding my brainwaves when I was writing this gets a Jolly Rancher. And Lashes, I know it's short. Deal!