Hey guys, so for not updating sooner! But I'm back. And I'm extremely happy, which made writing this chapter much harder. My mom told my when we go to Broadway Con, not only do we get to go to Times Square and all that, we get to check out the college I'm interested in going to! I'm so excited! Well anyways, I hope you like this chapter. And just so you know, from this point on, I am not responsible for emotional damage! ALSO, THIS CHAPTER MAY GET GRAPHIC (Talk of dead bodies)!

P.S: To Biankies, when I read your last review I laughed sooo hard! You basically made a reference to Misery by Stephan King, whom I love!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Emma rushed down the stairs, flames bursting through windows and doors. So many girls were running and screaming, it was hard for Emma to get down the stairs. She was being shoved and pushed. She went to take another step when her skirt got caught on her shoe and she slipped. The girls pushed her to the ground, too busy worrying about getting out themselves, to worry about her.

Emma curled into a ball on the stairs, girls trampling her over and over again. Quickly, she covered her head with her hands to avoid serious injuries. When she had a chance, she huddled under the railing and pulled herself up. She didn't have time to worry about her bruises and cuts; she rushed down the stairs as fast as she could.


Davey, Crutchie and Race gathered anxiously with the rest of the civilians outside the factory. Worry plastered on each of their faces. The watched as many women flooded out of the doors. None the girl they came to know, with black hair and green eyes.

"WHERE IS SHE?" Davey asked, him and the boys, squatting in the front of the crowd, accept Crutchie who had to stand. Race began picking his nails in fear. Finally, they saw Emma run quickly out of the doors, bruises and cuts covering her. The boys rushed up to her and enveloped her into a large group hug.

"What happened? Are ya okay? How'd da fire start?" The boys flooded her with questions. "I'm fine, but I practically was trampled near to death on the stairs. And the fire started in a wastebasket. Maybe a lady was smoking and didn't put the cigar out all the way." Emma said, resting her hands on her knees. She quickly looked up at the boys. Davey, Crutchie, Race. No Jack. Where was he? He loved her; surely if there was a fire and she was in it, he would be here.

"Where's Jack?" Emma asked the boys, becoming nervous. "He said he was comin' ta talk ta ya boss today. But he didn't come back yet." Crutchie said. Emma began panicking. 'What if he's still in the building?' Emma thought. Quickly, she hiked up her skirt and rushed back into the building full of fire. "Emma, where are you going?" Davey screamed. Not thinking he rushed after her.


Emma pushed past girls quickly, the further up the stair she went, the more the heat increased. She didn't care, she had to find Jack. Eventually, now on the 8th floor, she stopped. She looked around. No more girls rushing down the stairs. The only sound she could hear was the roaring flames. And….Davey?

"Emma, wait!" Emma spun around to see Davey rushing up the stairs. "Davey are you insane?" She asked as he reached her. "Are you? Why did you come back in here?" Davey asked. "I have to find Jack." Emma said. Suddenly, a thought popped into her head. Jack said he was going to talk to Max; maybe he's in Max's office! Emma darted up the stairs to the 9th floor, Davey hot on her trail.

The two were greeted by a burst of heat when they reached the 9th floor. Flames were building quickly in the room. Most disturbing was the many dead, burned bodies of workers on the floor. Emma made her way in when Davey caught her arm. "Emma, this isn't safe. Don't go in there." Davey pleaded. "I have to." Emma ripped her arm out of his grasp and ran into the burning room.

A cough attack hit Emma quickly from all the smoke, but he didn't care. She made her way in; tears filled her eyes as she looked around. Some of these girls, now burned, she had known. Lucky she found the door. At the bottom looked like a burned up chair. Emma quickly trying to open the door, but it was looked. She felt all along her head: no pins. She ran over to a table to find sewing machines destroyed in the fire. The heat was building, Emma felt as though she could collapse but she couldn't.

She searched the table. Quickly she found a bowl with sewing needles in it. She grabbed one and rushed over to the door. The needle wiggled in the lock till Emma heard a click. She flung open the door and that's when she saw him.

"Jack!" Emma said, rushing to his side. He lay on the floor, coated in bruises. He wasn't moving. The broken remains of a lamp surrounded him. Emma pulled Jack into her arms, sobbing into his chest. "I'm so sorry." She said. That was it. He was gone. She officially had nothing.

Davey quickly found Emma in the office. He came up to her and wrapped an arm around her. "We have to go." Davey said, completely aware of the flames filling the office. Davey got up and waited for Emma. "Wait, please, help me bring him down." Emma said, not wanting him to burn in the flames like the others. Davey surrendered to her pleading. He took one of Jacks arms and lifted it over his neck. Emma did the same. With the extra weight of Jack, Emma and Davey rushed out the office, hopeful to see the newsies again.


"Where are day'? What if day' don't come back?" Crutchie said, freaking out as he and Race waited for Emma and Davey. "Calm down!" Race said, trying to watch for the two. Slowly less girls left the factory, giving a bad vibe to Race and Crutchie. They began to give up when they saw two newsboy caps and long black hair run out of the building.

Emma and Davey made their way over to Race and Crutchie quickly. Once there, they lay Jack down on the ground. "Jack, what happened ta him?" Crutchie asked Emma. Emma totally ignored them all. All her focus was on Jack. She held him in her arms, tears slipping from her eyes. Her fingers traced along his jaw line. "The last time I talked to him…..we….we were fighting." Emma said, breaking down into tears.

Through all the crying, Emma didn't even hear Jack's grown in pain. He began to shift in her arms. "E…Em?" Jack asked, trying to sit up. "JACK!" Emma exclaimed, seeing he was alive. "Hey." Jack said weakly. Emma pulled him into a tight hug. "You're okay."

So hey guys, how was that? The next chapter will be like an epilogue. But basically, the whole storyline is over. But stick around for the epilogue! Please read and review. Reviews are confidence boosters! ALSO MORE THAN JUST A TALENT IS COMING TO AN END! MAKE SURE YOU CHECK THAT OUT! Luv you guys-Aly