"Just to Love"
By: Laney Sanchez
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I haven't done the disclaimer for awhile...so here we go!
Regis: Okay, now Laney ...for the final question. The question that will win you that million dollars...Who owns the movie newsies? Is it...
A) Francis Ford Coppola
B) My mom
C) Disney
D) You
Remember, you have no lifelines left!
Laney: ...Er...um D ?
Regis: Is that your final answer?
Laney: ...*considers* YEP!!
Regis: WRONG!!! YOU LOSER!
Racetrack (from audience): It's DISNEY YA BUM!!
Laney: ...I can wish can't I? *teary eyed* ;_ ;
Okay no more thank yous until chapter 31. Chapter 31 is going to be strickly a thank you chapter.
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Chapter 29 ~ Ashes and Flames of What Once Was
"Why can't you be the caring person I know is inside of you...?"
"Huh?"
Spot looked around. It was black. Everywhere was black. He had no idea where he was, but oddly enough, he wasn't panicked.
"Devlin..."
His name. Usually he flinched when someone called his name, but that wasn't the case this time. This voice was like angel or something heavenly calling his name. Maybe he had died?
"Devlin...you mustn't let this continue..."
Spot just stared into the blackness. Something landed softly against his nose. He reached his hand out and grabbed a single, pink rose petal. He held it in the palm of his hand gently.
"Devlin..."
"Huh?!" he looked up suddenly. The voice had shifted. To a rather familiar one. Before his eyes a figure took shape. A woman. She was tall, with wavy blonde hair. Her eyes were not a vibrant but instead a kind shade of gray. White sheets flowed about her body. Her delicate and pale arms were crossed over her chest. She smiled at him kindly and Spot's heart stopped.
"Muddah?" he asked softly. The woman smiled and held her arms out. The white sheets about her shifted until it appeared a figure was being formed. The sheets shifted in front of his mother and finally materialized into another human. He knew this person...
His eyes widened.
"You cannot let this continue Spot...I know who you are deep down..."
"I's can't!!" Spot hollered and fell to his knees.
"But you can, I know you can because I've seen it..." the figured said, sadly. "For me Devlin...please..."
"Moira..." Spot whispered, angst tearing through his voice.
***
Spot's eyes opened to not black, but gray. The sky was tinted gray with an orange glow. Was it sunset?
Spot sat up, wincing against the pain. He began to wonder how long he had been out of it.
He shook his head, trying to clear away the pain, but it made it worse. Spot sighed and glanced at his fist. It was clenched shut tightly. He lifted his fist and slowly opened it to reveal, not a pink petal, but instead a small gray ash. Only then did it occur to him that the sky was actually raining ashes. The orange glow was not from a sunset, but from something more sinister.
Spot stood immediately, ignoring the throbbing in his head. He stared at the flames that roared down near the end of the docks. They consumed the entire building.
They roared over the Brooklyn lodging house. Panic struck Spot like an arrow in his heart and he ran as fast as he possibly could. He was there in seconds, but every second seemed precious.
At first he saw nobody, which was a relief and a nightmare at the same time. When he heard grunting and yelling voices from around the corner of the burning lodging house, he immediately followed them. Many of his boys, the older ones, were engaged in fights with other boys. The other boys looked like newsies and for a moment Spot wasn't sure if his newsies were fighting each other. Then did he remember everything. The traitor, the Staten Island newsies, and Reina.
Upon closer inspection, these boys looked like newsies but meaner, tougher. Like the goons they had fought when helping out Manhattan.
Like the boys that had been with Vanderbelt.
Spot searched around desperately within the crowd for Kid, shoving anyone aside who got in his way. One boy came at him and without even making a conscious decision, Spot slammed his fist into the boy's face. The boy went down immediately and Spot continued his search. He came the edge of the fight were he found what he was looking for. Kid was fighting off about four guys and doing a damn good job of it. Behind him stood Vanderbelt, grinning amusedly, and...
Figgy.
Figgy was also smirking, a devious little grin like he always did.
Spot had little time to think. There was no way he could sneak up on neither Vanderbelt or Figgy. However the boys were preoccupied with Kid, and if he just ran in...
Spot grit his teeth and just followed his heart. He ran in, immediately aiming for Vanderbelt. Apparently he had judged right, because the boys didn't seem to notice. Figgy however, had. He withdrew his cane but it wasn't fast enough. Spot leaned in and connected his fist with Figgy's stomach.
Figgy doubled over and the cane rolled out of his hand. Spot seized it immediately and grinned like a child who had his best friend back. He swung it once for good measure, again to get use to it, then a third time, connecting it with Figgy's head just for kicks.
Spot smirked. "I'se have been DYIN' ta do dat!"
Figgy was down. Vanderbelt backed away but glared. The boys had stopped with Kid for a moment to watch and even Kid stared. Vanderbelt smirked, darkly. "Look...isn't this all unnecessary? Just give me the girl and we'll leave"
"I'se doubt dat" Spot shot back. He never took his eyes off Vanderbelt. Vanderbelt sneered. "What are you going to do? You won't do anything my dear b-"
Spot slammed the cane into Vanderbelt's stomach then uppercut him sharply. Living as an orphan and head of the Brooklyn newsies had taught him some good fighting skills. Vanderbelt stumbled back, unnerved. His usually slick hair was now tousled and messed. Vanderbelt glared daggers but turned and ran.
Spot didn't waste time to see Kid or anything else around him. He just ran after Vanderbelt as fast as he could. Kid smirked and took the opportunity to take out the boys who were off guard.
Vanderbelt scrambled up a fire escape that led up to the burning lodging house. Sirens wailed in the distance. The cops, as well as the firefighters were on their way. Below all the boys scattered. Including the Brooklyn newsies. Spot was relentless, even as they reached the top of the building. Flames roared around them, but Spot followed. He wasn't letting Vanderbelt go this time.
***
The scene was a mess. Boys everywhere were running from fear of the "bulls," as the newsies called them. Reina had apparently chose a terrible time to leave. She spotted Kid, just as he was about to run. She ran over and caught his arm.
"Reina! Are-"
"Spare me the pity!!! Where's Spot!?!!" she screamed, shoving him away very harshly. Kid backed away, in surprise. Reina could only glare venom at him. She hated Kid with all her being now, but now wasn't the time to confront him on it. Kid glanced to the roof, breathless and then back to her. "He-"
Reina didn't wait for an answer. She just hoped she wasn't too late.
***
"Drop that pathetic little cane and fight me if you can!!" Vanderbelt snapped. Spot's eyes narrowed and he slipped the cane into the side of his pants, as usual. Where it belonged. Spot had abandoned all thought at this point. His only clear focus was on killing Vanderbelt. Something that had eluded him for a very, very long time.
He dove at Vanderbelt and tackled him. Vanderbelt however wasn't defenseless and it was a stupid move. Before Spot even had time to blink there was splitting pain and he was thrown off, through a wall of flame. Spot struggled to get up but the pain was just too much. He could feel the stinging, intense power of the flames moving in. All he could really make out was Vanderbelt. Standing before him like a mad man, with a knife.
A bloody knife...
Voices seemed to be yelling at him and he heard a faint, yet horrible, creaking. Like breaking wood. Everything happened before Spot's eyes. Someone...pushed him out of the way. Then someone had pushed Vanderbelt. They went over the ledge.
The wood pole that had hung as part of the lodging house's support, was burned through and broke, shattering in the roof.
From afar, the rest of the Brooklyn newsies had gathered, safe from the cops. The Brooklyn newsies watched, well aware that many who had been with them, were no longer there. Also aware that their leader was missing as well as his comrade. Butters, his cheeks smudge with gray from ash, stood just staring at what once was their home.
They all stood, watching the legacy of the Brooklyn newsies burn. The lodging house seemed to give out a grown as, despite the efforts to put out the fire, the house collapsed in on itself. Ashes were carried on the wind and reached the boys. Sticks reached out and grabbed a few, then glanced around.
The boys looked worn out. Tired. Most were older than him, but they looked really old. Like the night had worn them down. In a lot of ways, it had.
They were leaderless and worse, homeless. However all they could do was watch the ashes and flames of what once was.
By: Laney Sanchez
==============
I haven't done the disclaimer for awhile...so here we go!
Regis: Okay, now Laney ...for the final question. The question that will win you that million dollars...Who owns the movie newsies? Is it...
A) Francis Ford Coppola
B) My mom
C) Disney
D) You
Remember, you have no lifelines left!
Laney: ...Er...um D ?
Regis: Is that your final answer?
Laney: ...*considers* YEP!!
Regis: WRONG!!! YOU LOSER!
Racetrack (from audience): It's DISNEY YA BUM!!
Laney: ...I can wish can't I? *teary eyed* ;_ ;
Okay no more thank yous until chapter 31. Chapter 31 is going to be strickly a thank you chapter.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 29 ~ Ashes and Flames of What Once Was
"Why can't you be the caring person I know is inside of you...?"
"Huh?"
Spot looked around. It was black. Everywhere was black. He had no idea where he was, but oddly enough, he wasn't panicked.
"Devlin..."
His name. Usually he flinched when someone called his name, but that wasn't the case this time. This voice was like angel or something heavenly calling his name. Maybe he had died?
"Devlin...you mustn't let this continue..."
Spot just stared into the blackness. Something landed softly against his nose. He reached his hand out and grabbed a single, pink rose petal. He held it in the palm of his hand gently.
"Devlin..."
"Huh?!" he looked up suddenly. The voice had shifted. To a rather familiar one. Before his eyes a figure took shape. A woman. She was tall, with wavy blonde hair. Her eyes were not a vibrant but instead a kind shade of gray. White sheets flowed about her body. Her delicate and pale arms were crossed over her chest. She smiled at him kindly and Spot's heart stopped.
"Muddah?" he asked softly. The woman smiled and held her arms out. The white sheets about her shifted until it appeared a figure was being formed. The sheets shifted in front of his mother and finally materialized into another human. He knew this person...
His eyes widened.
"You cannot let this continue Spot...I know who you are deep down..."
"I's can't!!" Spot hollered and fell to his knees.
"But you can, I know you can because I've seen it..." the figured said, sadly. "For me Devlin...please..."
"Moira..." Spot whispered, angst tearing through his voice.
***
Spot's eyes opened to not black, but gray. The sky was tinted gray with an orange glow. Was it sunset?
Spot sat up, wincing against the pain. He began to wonder how long he had been out of it.
He shook his head, trying to clear away the pain, but it made it worse. Spot sighed and glanced at his fist. It was clenched shut tightly. He lifted his fist and slowly opened it to reveal, not a pink petal, but instead a small gray ash. Only then did it occur to him that the sky was actually raining ashes. The orange glow was not from a sunset, but from something more sinister.
Spot stood immediately, ignoring the throbbing in his head. He stared at the flames that roared down near the end of the docks. They consumed the entire building.
They roared over the Brooklyn lodging house. Panic struck Spot like an arrow in his heart and he ran as fast as he possibly could. He was there in seconds, but every second seemed precious.
At first he saw nobody, which was a relief and a nightmare at the same time. When he heard grunting and yelling voices from around the corner of the burning lodging house, he immediately followed them. Many of his boys, the older ones, were engaged in fights with other boys. The other boys looked like newsies and for a moment Spot wasn't sure if his newsies were fighting each other. Then did he remember everything. The traitor, the Staten Island newsies, and Reina.
Upon closer inspection, these boys looked like newsies but meaner, tougher. Like the goons they had fought when helping out Manhattan.
Like the boys that had been with Vanderbelt.
Spot searched around desperately within the crowd for Kid, shoving anyone aside who got in his way. One boy came at him and without even making a conscious decision, Spot slammed his fist into the boy's face. The boy went down immediately and Spot continued his search. He came the edge of the fight were he found what he was looking for. Kid was fighting off about four guys and doing a damn good job of it. Behind him stood Vanderbelt, grinning amusedly, and...
Figgy.
Figgy was also smirking, a devious little grin like he always did.
Spot had little time to think. There was no way he could sneak up on neither Vanderbelt or Figgy. However the boys were preoccupied with Kid, and if he just ran in...
Spot grit his teeth and just followed his heart. He ran in, immediately aiming for Vanderbelt. Apparently he had judged right, because the boys didn't seem to notice. Figgy however, had. He withdrew his cane but it wasn't fast enough. Spot leaned in and connected his fist with Figgy's stomach.
Figgy doubled over and the cane rolled out of his hand. Spot seized it immediately and grinned like a child who had his best friend back. He swung it once for good measure, again to get use to it, then a third time, connecting it with Figgy's head just for kicks.
Spot smirked. "I'se have been DYIN' ta do dat!"
Figgy was down. Vanderbelt backed away but glared. The boys had stopped with Kid for a moment to watch and even Kid stared. Vanderbelt smirked, darkly. "Look...isn't this all unnecessary? Just give me the girl and we'll leave"
"I'se doubt dat" Spot shot back. He never took his eyes off Vanderbelt. Vanderbelt sneered. "What are you going to do? You won't do anything my dear b-"
Spot slammed the cane into Vanderbelt's stomach then uppercut him sharply. Living as an orphan and head of the Brooklyn newsies had taught him some good fighting skills. Vanderbelt stumbled back, unnerved. His usually slick hair was now tousled and messed. Vanderbelt glared daggers but turned and ran.
Spot didn't waste time to see Kid or anything else around him. He just ran after Vanderbelt as fast as he could. Kid smirked and took the opportunity to take out the boys who were off guard.
Vanderbelt scrambled up a fire escape that led up to the burning lodging house. Sirens wailed in the distance. The cops, as well as the firefighters were on their way. Below all the boys scattered. Including the Brooklyn newsies. Spot was relentless, even as they reached the top of the building. Flames roared around them, but Spot followed. He wasn't letting Vanderbelt go this time.
***
The scene was a mess. Boys everywhere were running from fear of the "bulls," as the newsies called them. Reina had apparently chose a terrible time to leave. She spotted Kid, just as he was about to run. She ran over and caught his arm.
"Reina! Are-"
"Spare me the pity!!! Where's Spot!?!!" she screamed, shoving him away very harshly. Kid backed away, in surprise. Reina could only glare venom at him. She hated Kid with all her being now, but now wasn't the time to confront him on it. Kid glanced to the roof, breathless and then back to her. "He-"
Reina didn't wait for an answer. She just hoped she wasn't too late.
***
"Drop that pathetic little cane and fight me if you can!!" Vanderbelt snapped. Spot's eyes narrowed and he slipped the cane into the side of his pants, as usual. Where it belonged. Spot had abandoned all thought at this point. His only clear focus was on killing Vanderbelt. Something that had eluded him for a very, very long time.
He dove at Vanderbelt and tackled him. Vanderbelt however wasn't defenseless and it was a stupid move. Before Spot even had time to blink there was splitting pain and he was thrown off, through a wall of flame. Spot struggled to get up but the pain was just too much. He could feel the stinging, intense power of the flames moving in. All he could really make out was Vanderbelt. Standing before him like a mad man, with a knife.
A bloody knife...
Voices seemed to be yelling at him and he heard a faint, yet horrible, creaking. Like breaking wood. Everything happened before Spot's eyes. Someone...pushed him out of the way. Then someone had pushed Vanderbelt. They went over the ledge.
The wood pole that had hung as part of the lodging house's support, was burned through and broke, shattering in the roof.
From afar, the rest of the Brooklyn newsies had gathered, safe from the cops. The Brooklyn newsies watched, well aware that many who had been with them, were no longer there. Also aware that their leader was missing as well as his comrade. Butters, his cheeks smudge with gray from ash, stood just staring at what once was their home.
They all stood, watching the legacy of the Brooklyn newsies burn. The lodging house seemed to give out a grown as, despite the efforts to put out the fire, the house collapsed in on itself. Ashes were carried on the wind and reached the boys. Sticks reached out and grabbed a few, then glanced around.
The boys looked worn out. Tired. Most were older than him, but they looked really old. Like the night had worn them down. In a lot of ways, it had.
They were leaderless and worse, homeless. However all they could do was watch the ashes and flames of what once was.