A/N: thanks to all my reviewers! Glad some people still came back to read this. Here's the last chapter, sorry it's short, guess I misjudged the chapter lengths wrong.

I hope you guys will now read the sequel which is already up and complete. It probably has some errors, but I don't know if I'm going to rewrite it yet or not, I want to finish my other stories and start new ones first.

Thanks again, enjoy.

It was late afternoon by the time I strolled into my territory and I was greeted by Razor, "Hey Phantom, how was your night in Hattan?"

"Well I'm still alive, and so is Jack… so I think it was fine. I set up a meeting for tomorrow night, all the leaders. Spread the word to the other territories, Brooklyn already knows."

Razor nodded, not questioning my motives, "It's a nice day I could use a stroll." I smiled as he wandered off in the direction of Harlem. By the time I was in the lodging house, Haze had already approached me.

"So?" he was the only word he offered.

I continued making my way to the roof and Haze followed knowingly.

I took a seat and pulled out a cigar, wishing I had a drink to go with it right now. Haze struck a match for me and lit his own cigarette.

"There is a meeting tomorrow night here, all the leaders"

Haze nodded waiting for me to continue. "I'm stopping this war, before we lose anymore kids"

"I'll be there," Haze answered, "Jack and Spot finally change your mind?" I raised an eyebrow at his question.

"Nah, it took an older past to make me realize what was happening"

He nodded, not finding the need to say anything else to me. We sat on the roof as the sun slowly retreated into the horizon.

"Ya know that any deaths from this war ain't ya fault right?"

I sighed blowing more smoke out of my mouth, "I try to remind myself that but it's hard to accept"

"Well maybe you should factor in how most of the young ones would already be dead on the streets but they were taken in as newsies. Everyone knows the risks of livin' this life."

I nodded knowing life was tough on the street and at least they had money and a roof over their heads.

"I'll keep that in mind Haze", we returned to silence both finishing off our smokes before we returned into the lodging house for the night.

By the next morning Razor had reported that he contacted all the leaders, and they would be here. With a small nod and I headed off into the streets with my newsies.

By mid afternoon I finished my selling and was waiting for the night and meeting to roll on. I couldn't help but be a little anxious to get this over with.

As the sun began to set Haze and I headed down to our poker house to start the meeting. Jack and his 'walking mouth' were the first to arrive followed by Spot. Within 20 minutes Harlem, Queens, Midtown, and the other big names had all arrived. I sighed and stepped into the middle of the room.

"I know there have been some issues regarding this new pact and territories", I paused and glanced around the room, but everyone was still listening and waiting, "I think an agreement should be made, no one can sell in other territories."

A few people started to object but I silenced them with my hand.

"You can enter and stay in any territory you wish, as long as the leader gives approval and if you want to sell in that territory it must be asked. Buy the papes in that territory before you sell them there."

I waited again and most of the leaders seemed to take it in well. "If you wish to have your own rules, then you can pass them, we each have our own borough and they are all different. But I don't want anymore deaths to come of this"

A few heads nodded around me, "So what do you say?" I asked the others.

"Brooklyn agrees" I heard Spot say behind me, and with his voice others followed all in agreement to the new pact. Hopefully no more wars would come out of this. I just hoped this meeting was enough to stop any major disturbances.

Within the next few weeks things began to settle down around New York and the newsies. Little fights lingered on but eventually died down. As the seasons rolled on life fit back into the street rat lifestyle, one that I was well adjusted to since I was little. Although I had stopped the wars, I kept up the poker games in the abandoned warehouse. And my reputation still withheld as a strong and powerful leader. Due to the fights before hand others were still careful around my territory. But the respect I earned was like Spots, one of power and fear.

I occasionally visited Manhattan to check up with Kloppman and see Jack, and Spot if he was around. But one thing remained the same as when I changed into the Phantom. My heart had softened a little towards the killings and fights but I was still cut off from the world but some things take a lot of time to change and so far I was getting along fine.

So as I gazed out into the skyline of New York my thoughts drifted to what was and what was ahead of me. My life on the streets was far from over, hardships and rewards faced all my newsies, but that is a tale for another time.

dont forget the sequel...A Phantoms Heart...