Disclaimer: How many times do I have to say this? Disney owns Newsies. Yes, unfortunately they still do. But some day I swear, I will marry into the family and as a wedding present the company will give me full rights to Newsies. And then, as a ten-year wedding anniversary gift, they'll give me Atlantis. ((I would like to have had Tarzan as well, but he's owned by Edgar Rice Boroughs and I can't marry him.))
Side note: Some of the scenes in here have been inspired by role plays, so I'd just like to mention the few, the proud, the NEWSIE GOIRLS! Also, it's a short start and I'm not sure if I want to continue this series...I've got SOO many ideas to continue with this story though, so let me know if the beginning is ok. It's short, I know. Ok, Spit Fire/Sketches/MG. whoever you wanna call her. I think I have used sooooo many of her characters by now...*sighs* sorry, but their just so much fun! So, yeah Blade is kinda...hers. But that's ok, because Random is all mine. Oh, and a few other characters like Spit Fire and Sketches, they are hers too. She has been a writing inspiration that I can't thank enough! WOW! Ok, and then I wanna say a quick hi to Col, Gav, SS, and Tiger because they totally make everyday worth logging online to chat with. ((Sketch, you're included in that.))
Prologue: The Past Hurts
"Random my sweet, come heyah," A strong voice echoed through the empty, decrepit warehouse.
The brunette stood up from the chair she was sitting on and slyly walked over to the tall boy who had just entered the room. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.
"So love, what did yous git this time?" She smirked coyly.
"Nuthin' much. Got some Cuban's from a shipment yesterday. They sell quickly. High priority they are. We's keepin'em stocked heyah though, so the bulls don't find out. The bulls are pretty stupid `bout these things. It ain't illegal till they catch ya. Sorry I kept yous waitin' so long but I had a meetin' with me boys. It appears someone near us has been tawkin' to the bulls `bout our little smugglin' op," His blue eyes sparkled as he looked into her brown ones.
"Oh really? Well that's horrible Kaden. What yous gonna do `bout it?" Random frowned and backed up from him.
She looked around and noticed some of his boys had entered the room as well. She pushed a piece of brown hair from her eyes and stood there uneasily. She tried to look confident but inside felt a knot building up.
For her entire life she had been a newsie in Pelham, and just a year ago she became the leader of the LH. She had quickly formed a reputation for being easy when Rage, the leader of Bronx, got a hold of her for a few nights. Soon, she found herself on the borderline of loosing complete control of her life. She had met up with Kaden four months ago while selling papers. He seemed like a great guy at the time and she fell for him in no time. He sweet talked her into everything, but Random soon realized he was just using her. He had two other girls lined up as well. So, to get a decent revenge on Kaden, she had begun sneaking away to the police and letting them in on when shipments were arriving for Kaden to pick up. Many of Kaden's recent operations had been huge busts because of Random's help. Unfortunately, it became apparent to Random now, that her ability to keep this all a secret had officially worn away.
Some of the boys started circling Random and Kaden now. Kaden took a few steps back, out of the circle of boys and smiled.
"Random, my sweet. I'm hoit. How couldja do this to us? I thought you loved me sweetie."
Random glared at Kaden. She knew it was over now. He knew, "Kaden yous a pig! Keep me wrapped `round yur little fingah while you dangle two othah goirls along for the ride as well? You deserved this."
Kaden frowned, "Aw, sorry Random, but you jus' weren't good enough for me. I only deserve the best you know."
Random felt tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Even though she had done all of this to him, she still loved him, even if it was only blind love, she loved him. She stood there speechless. Random turned her eyes from him to the rest of the boys. Their number had grown now to about seven. She knew she couldn't take on seven of the toughest fighters in the Bronx. Especially when they had guns and brass knuckles and switchblades.
"So, I hate to say this to yous Random, but yous worn out yur welcome. Rage is takin' ovah Pelham and yous git to take a nice long vacation..." He smiled evilly, "Git'er boys. I nevah wanna see'er face again."
Side note: Some of the scenes in here have been inspired by role plays, so I'd just like to mention the few, the proud, the NEWSIE GOIRLS! Also, it's a short start and I'm not sure if I want to continue this series...I've got SOO many ideas to continue with this story though, so let me know if the beginning is ok. It's short, I know. Ok, Spit Fire/Sketches/MG. whoever you wanna call her. I think I have used sooooo many of her characters by now...*sighs* sorry, but their just so much fun! So, yeah Blade is kinda...hers. But that's ok, because Random is all mine. Oh, and a few other characters like Spit Fire and Sketches, they are hers too. She has been a writing inspiration that I can't thank enough! WOW! Ok, and then I wanna say a quick hi to Col, Gav, SS, and Tiger because they totally make everyday worth logging online to chat with. ((Sketch, you're included in that.))
Prologue: The Past Hurts
"Random my sweet, come heyah," A strong voice echoed through the empty, decrepit warehouse.
The brunette stood up from the chair she was sitting on and slyly walked over to the tall boy who had just entered the room. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.
"So love, what did yous git this time?" She smirked coyly.
"Nuthin' much. Got some Cuban's from a shipment yesterday. They sell quickly. High priority they are. We's keepin'em stocked heyah though, so the bulls don't find out. The bulls are pretty stupid `bout these things. It ain't illegal till they catch ya. Sorry I kept yous waitin' so long but I had a meetin' with me boys. It appears someone near us has been tawkin' to the bulls `bout our little smugglin' op," His blue eyes sparkled as he looked into her brown ones.
"Oh really? Well that's horrible Kaden. What yous gonna do `bout it?" Random frowned and backed up from him.
She looked around and noticed some of his boys had entered the room as well. She pushed a piece of brown hair from her eyes and stood there uneasily. She tried to look confident but inside felt a knot building up.
For her entire life she had been a newsie in Pelham, and just a year ago she became the leader of the LH. She had quickly formed a reputation for being easy when Rage, the leader of Bronx, got a hold of her for a few nights. Soon, she found herself on the borderline of loosing complete control of her life. She had met up with Kaden four months ago while selling papers. He seemed like a great guy at the time and she fell for him in no time. He sweet talked her into everything, but Random soon realized he was just using her. He had two other girls lined up as well. So, to get a decent revenge on Kaden, she had begun sneaking away to the police and letting them in on when shipments were arriving for Kaden to pick up. Many of Kaden's recent operations had been huge busts because of Random's help. Unfortunately, it became apparent to Random now, that her ability to keep this all a secret had officially worn away.
Some of the boys started circling Random and Kaden now. Kaden took a few steps back, out of the circle of boys and smiled.
"Random, my sweet. I'm hoit. How couldja do this to us? I thought you loved me sweetie."
Random glared at Kaden. She knew it was over now. He knew, "Kaden yous a pig! Keep me wrapped `round yur little fingah while you dangle two othah goirls along for the ride as well? You deserved this."
Kaden frowned, "Aw, sorry Random, but you jus' weren't good enough for me. I only deserve the best you know."
Random felt tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Even though she had done all of this to him, she still loved him, even if it was only blind love, she loved him. She stood there speechless. Random turned her eyes from him to the rest of the boys. Their number had grown now to about seven. She knew she couldn't take on seven of the toughest fighters in the Bronx. Especially when they had guns and brass knuckles and switchblades.
"So, I hate to say this to yous Random, but yous worn out yur welcome. Rage is takin' ovah Pelham and yous git to take a nice long vacation..." He smiled evilly, "Git'er boys. I nevah wanna see'er face again."