***Disclaimer***I don't own Newsies, Disney does. I don't own any of the
characters except, Leigh, Ten, (Aunt) Claire, Rick, Conlon, Donna, Charles,
and Red (There might be more, I think that's it though).
~~~~~~~~~~~ Means that we're going into the past/memory.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Means that we're going back to the present time.
********** Means that we're already in the past, but going even further into the past (a memory within a memory).
"Oh how I love you so, lost in those memories And now you've gone I feel the pain, feeling like a fool, Adieu." (Adieu; Good-Bye: Cowboy bebop)
Leigh holds in her hand the key she had just spoken of. "I really didn't get what da key meant at da time, but now I do." She moves to become more comfortable. "It comforts me. When I'm sad I hold it, and it reminds me dat one day I'll find a home, where I'm loved." She looks up at Spot. "And I think that I have finally found dat home." Spot bends over and places a kiss upon her lips. He draws back so that Leigh can continue.
"Things were great, but then my dad was killed." Leigh said it in such a monotone voice that it made Spot shiver. "One night we were walkin' home from dinner, we had gone out for a small dinner cus it was my birthday, that's when it happened."
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"I can't believe you're sixteen. You're getting too old on me." Charles said while he walked beside Leigh. Leigh let out a laugh.
"I'm getting too old?! Take a look at yourself dad! Really, the gray hairs do make you look younger than what you are." She said sarcastically with a laugh.
"Oh is that so?!" He said as he grabbed her waist and began to tickle her.
"Ha! Stop, stop-that--!" She shouted as she laughed. After a few more seconds he stopped and the two of them continued on their way home, joking and laughing with one another. As they reached an area in the street where there was dim lighting, if any light at all, they heard a gun shot. Charles protectively pushed Leigh behind him. The two stood afraid in the silence of the night.
A young man came out from behind some shadows, holding the gun that they had heard fire earlier. He moved with effort because he was obviously under the influence of alcohol. He walked closer to the two of them. Charles squeezed Leigh's elbow to give her assurance that it was going to be fine. As he got closer Leigh could smell the liquor coming off of him. She also noticed he was bleeding from a gash on his forehead, right below his hat. "No doubt he fell or something." She thought to herself.
He only looked to be about a year or two older than she was. She couldn't see him very well because of the bad lighting. He laughed, sending chills up her spine. And then, it happened in a second, though it seemed to be an hour, he shakily raised his gun and fired one shot, hitting Charles in the chest. Leigh screamed as she caught her father in her arms. The young man looked at his gun, and then at the person, who he just shot, he then turned and fled.
Leigh held her father closely. She rested him upon her lap as she tore her dress, trying to dress his wound that was located in his chest. "Dad! Dad! You're gonna be okay dad! Come on dad, you're gonna be fine! See it's alright." Leigh said as she cradled him back and forth.
"Leigh." Charles reached for her face. Leigh took his hand and placed it on her cheek, beneath her hand. Charles stared at his lovely daughter's face. "I'm sorry, it's not going to-" He paused, trying to breath. "be fine." Leigh viciously shook her head.
"You're wrong dad! It will be fine! You'll see." Leigh tightly interlocked her fingers with her fathers. Charles stared into Leigh's tear- filled eyes.
"I love you darling, and I'll be waiting for you, at, at our home." He squeezed her hand tightly, drew in one last breath of air and then mouthed 'I love you' to her before he closed his eyes.
"NO! No, you're fine, it's going ta be fine!" Leigh screamed as she rocked back and forth.
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Spot whipped away the tears that were streaming down Leigh's cheeks. "Two bulls came over ta me after hearing the gun shots. They helped me and eventually got me ta tell dem what happened. A described what da guy looked like and one of dem said dey saw em and ran off in da direction he saw him running in."
"Did they get em?" Spot asked anxiously. Leigh shook her head no. She released a sigh.
"No. He said he saw him at da corner of 150th." Spot jerked at the mention of the street corner. Leigh noticed and asked if anything was wrong.
"Uh, no, I just had ta move. Dat's all." He responded as he tried to cover up his jerk by acting like he was getting comfortable. Leigh thought nothing of it and continued.
"Well he caught up width the guy but ended up loosing him er something." Leigh said with frustration. Shortly after dat I was contacted by me mudder. Can you believe dat bitch!?" Spot shook his head no. "Well she found out about my dad's death and all, but she didn't care about dat. She found out dat the government would give er money ta take care of me since she was now a widow! Well I wasn't about ta let dat happen, so I ran away. So now she gots da bulls after me."
Leigh finished with a yawn. Spot gave her a hug and then pulled the blanket that was next to them, over her. After a little while she fell asleep do to the exhaustion of reliving her past. She stayed snuggled into his chest that gave off warmth. A feeling of protection and even love allowed Leigh to sleep peacefully for the first time in over a year.
Spot thought about all that Leigh had told him. He especially concentrated on the part about the corner of 150th and the other things Leigh had said about the policeman.
"It's not possible, is it?" He asked himself. "It couldn't be!" Spot looked down upon the sleeping Leigh. He then began to think of a certain night.
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Spot was walking by himself, it was evening. He had been out for some drinks with a few of his friends earlier and now he was on his way home. He was thinking about the fight that he had gotten into earlier with one of his newsies. Red was the newsie's name. The fight really wasn't over anything important, Spot was now just worried about how he should handle it all.
He continued on his way until he heard someone shout his name. Turning in response he saw Red standing before him. "Great." Spot thought to himself as he smelt the liquor off of him. "Hey dere Red. I was just thinkin' about ya." Spot said in a friendly manner. He could deal with Red, but if he could avoid a fight with him he would.
"Is dat so SPOT." Red said as he jabbed his finger into Spot's chest. Spot looked up at him He couldn't see his eyes do to the cap that covered them, but he still gave him a death glare.
"Don't do nothin' you're gonna regret." Spot said while crossing his arms. Red released a grunt of disgust.
"Oh, believe me I won't regret dis." Red lunged at Spot, knocking him to the ground. The two struggled for a few moments. Each giving and taking their share of punches. Spot kicked Red away and got up from the ground. He went over to where Red laid and took him by the neck, and grabbed the back of his shirt, and then hoisted him off of the ground and slammed his head into a crate that sat across from them. Red let out a shout as he held his bleeding forehead. Spot stepped back, waiting to see if Red was done. Spot found out that Red wasn't ready to quit when he pulled out a small gun from the back of his pants. Spot quickly took action by charging at Red. As he did this he caused the gun to fire, but it hit no one. The two fought some more until Spot punched Red, knocking him out.
Spot got up and quickly left. As he was leaving he noticed his head was throbbing. He removed his hat and as he did he noticed he had a gash on his forehead. He placed the hat back on his head and continued on his way.
As he walked he heard another gun shot. He turned around to see if it was Red, but he didn't see him. The shot didn't sound like it came from anywhere near him so he continued walking until he heard a police whistle blowing. Spot once again turned around and this time he saw someone behind him. A police officer was running toward him while blowing his whistle. Spot looked around him, saw that there was no one else he could be after, and so he began to run.
The officer had a good look at Spot when he turned around. He saw the gash on his forehead, and he also noticed that he was the same age as the girl described, and wearing a cap. He continued to pursue Spot until he lost him on the corner of 150th.
Spot continued to run until he was sure that he had lost the police officer. "What da hell was dat all about?" He asked aloud to no one. He reached 'his' peer and took care of his wound and went to sleep, not to think of the occurrence again until later the next day.
The following day Red never came back. Spot figured that he had decided to go to the Bronx, or maybe even Harlem, so he wasn't all that surprised. What surprised him though was when he heard from some of his newsies that he, Spot, was wanted for the murder of someone.
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"Oh god no. Red must've killed Leigh's dad, and since we both looked similar da bulls thought that I was Red. Shit! How am I suppose ta prove dat I'm not guilty when no one has scene or heard from Red since den. I can't tell Leigh! What if she believes dat I did do it? I'm not going ta tell her, I can't put er through dat." Spot decided to himself as he laid his head down upon the bed, Leigh still sleeping next to him. He closed his eyes and shortly afterwards he too began to fall asleep, with a feeling of ease, knowing that the one he loved was safely beside him. "That's how it's gonna remain." Was Spot's last thought as he gave into the sleep.
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"I should have told her Jack." Jack continued walking, with Spot along side of him.
"Yeah, no one's arguing with you on dat one, but we all understand why you didn't dough. Look Spot, what was said or not said doesn't madder now, what madders is dat she's alive, and dat we're going ta get her." Spot touched his chest where Leigh's key rested.
"You're right Jack." Jack lightly laughed. He turned to look at Spot and grinned.
"Well of course I'm right! I always am." Spot just gave him a 'sure you are' look in response. The two continued on in silence.
~~~~~~~~~~~ Means that we're going into the past/memory.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Means that we're going back to the present time.
********** Means that we're already in the past, but going even further into the past (a memory within a memory).
"Oh how I love you so, lost in those memories And now you've gone I feel the pain, feeling like a fool, Adieu." (Adieu; Good-Bye: Cowboy bebop)
Leigh holds in her hand the key she had just spoken of. "I really didn't get what da key meant at da time, but now I do." She moves to become more comfortable. "It comforts me. When I'm sad I hold it, and it reminds me dat one day I'll find a home, where I'm loved." She looks up at Spot. "And I think that I have finally found dat home." Spot bends over and places a kiss upon her lips. He draws back so that Leigh can continue.
"Things were great, but then my dad was killed." Leigh said it in such a monotone voice that it made Spot shiver. "One night we were walkin' home from dinner, we had gone out for a small dinner cus it was my birthday, that's when it happened."
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"I can't believe you're sixteen. You're getting too old on me." Charles said while he walked beside Leigh. Leigh let out a laugh.
"I'm getting too old?! Take a look at yourself dad! Really, the gray hairs do make you look younger than what you are." She said sarcastically with a laugh.
"Oh is that so?!" He said as he grabbed her waist and began to tickle her.
"Ha! Stop, stop-that--!" She shouted as she laughed. After a few more seconds he stopped and the two of them continued on their way home, joking and laughing with one another. As they reached an area in the street where there was dim lighting, if any light at all, they heard a gun shot. Charles protectively pushed Leigh behind him. The two stood afraid in the silence of the night.
A young man came out from behind some shadows, holding the gun that they had heard fire earlier. He moved with effort because he was obviously under the influence of alcohol. He walked closer to the two of them. Charles squeezed Leigh's elbow to give her assurance that it was going to be fine. As he got closer Leigh could smell the liquor coming off of him. She also noticed he was bleeding from a gash on his forehead, right below his hat. "No doubt he fell or something." She thought to herself.
He only looked to be about a year or two older than she was. She couldn't see him very well because of the bad lighting. He laughed, sending chills up her spine. And then, it happened in a second, though it seemed to be an hour, he shakily raised his gun and fired one shot, hitting Charles in the chest. Leigh screamed as she caught her father in her arms. The young man looked at his gun, and then at the person, who he just shot, he then turned and fled.
Leigh held her father closely. She rested him upon her lap as she tore her dress, trying to dress his wound that was located in his chest. "Dad! Dad! You're gonna be okay dad! Come on dad, you're gonna be fine! See it's alright." Leigh said as she cradled him back and forth.
"Leigh." Charles reached for her face. Leigh took his hand and placed it on her cheek, beneath her hand. Charles stared at his lovely daughter's face. "I'm sorry, it's not going to-" He paused, trying to breath. "be fine." Leigh viciously shook her head.
"You're wrong dad! It will be fine! You'll see." Leigh tightly interlocked her fingers with her fathers. Charles stared into Leigh's tear- filled eyes.
"I love you darling, and I'll be waiting for you, at, at our home." He squeezed her hand tightly, drew in one last breath of air and then mouthed 'I love you' to her before he closed his eyes.
"NO! No, you're fine, it's going ta be fine!" Leigh screamed as she rocked back and forth.
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Spot whipped away the tears that were streaming down Leigh's cheeks. "Two bulls came over ta me after hearing the gun shots. They helped me and eventually got me ta tell dem what happened. A described what da guy looked like and one of dem said dey saw em and ran off in da direction he saw him running in."
"Did they get em?" Spot asked anxiously. Leigh shook her head no. She released a sigh.
"No. He said he saw him at da corner of 150th." Spot jerked at the mention of the street corner. Leigh noticed and asked if anything was wrong.
"Uh, no, I just had ta move. Dat's all." He responded as he tried to cover up his jerk by acting like he was getting comfortable. Leigh thought nothing of it and continued.
"Well he caught up width the guy but ended up loosing him er something." Leigh said with frustration. Shortly after dat I was contacted by me mudder. Can you believe dat bitch!?" Spot shook his head no. "Well she found out about my dad's death and all, but she didn't care about dat. She found out dat the government would give er money ta take care of me since she was now a widow! Well I wasn't about ta let dat happen, so I ran away. So now she gots da bulls after me."
Leigh finished with a yawn. Spot gave her a hug and then pulled the blanket that was next to them, over her. After a little while she fell asleep do to the exhaustion of reliving her past. She stayed snuggled into his chest that gave off warmth. A feeling of protection and even love allowed Leigh to sleep peacefully for the first time in over a year.
Spot thought about all that Leigh had told him. He especially concentrated on the part about the corner of 150th and the other things Leigh had said about the policeman.
"It's not possible, is it?" He asked himself. "It couldn't be!" Spot looked down upon the sleeping Leigh. He then began to think of a certain night.
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Spot was walking by himself, it was evening. He had been out for some drinks with a few of his friends earlier and now he was on his way home. He was thinking about the fight that he had gotten into earlier with one of his newsies. Red was the newsie's name. The fight really wasn't over anything important, Spot was now just worried about how he should handle it all.
He continued on his way until he heard someone shout his name. Turning in response he saw Red standing before him. "Great." Spot thought to himself as he smelt the liquor off of him. "Hey dere Red. I was just thinkin' about ya." Spot said in a friendly manner. He could deal with Red, but if he could avoid a fight with him he would.
"Is dat so SPOT." Red said as he jabbed his finger into Spot's chest. Spot looked up at him He couldn't see his eyes do to the cap that covered them, but he still gave him a death glare.
"Don't do nothin' you're gonna regret." Spot said while crossing his arms. Red released a grunt of disgust.
"Oh, believe me I won't regret dis." Red lunged at Spot, knocking him to the ground. The two struggled for a few moments. Each giving and taking their share of punches. Spot kicked Red away and got up from the ground. He went over to where Red laid and took him by the neck, and grabbed the back of his shirt, and then hoisted him off of the ground and slammed his head into a crate that sat across from them. Red let out a shout as he held his bleeding forehead. Spot stepped back, waiting to see if Red was done. Spot found out that Red wasn't ready to quit when he pulled out a small gun from the back of his pants. Spot quickly took action by charging at Red. As he did this he caused the gun to fire, but it hit no one. The two fought some more until Spot punched Red, knocking him out.
Spot got up and quickly left. As he was leaving he noticed his head was throbbing. He removed his hat and as he did he noticed he had a gash on his forehead. He placed the hat back on his head and continued on his way.
As he walked he heard another gun shot. He turned around to see if it was Red, but he didn't see him. The shot didn't sound like it came from anywhere near him so he continued walking until he heard a police whistle blowing. Spot once again turned around and this time he saw someone behind him. A police officer was running toward him while blowing his whistle. Spot looked around him, saw that there was no one else he could be after, and so he began to run.
The officer had a good look at Spot when he turned around. He saw the gash on his forehead, and he also noticed that he was the same age as the girl described, and wearing a cap. He continued to pursue Spot until he lost him on the corner of 150th.
Spot continued to run until he was sure that he had lost the police officer. "What da hell was dat all about?" He asked aloud to no one. He reached 'his' peer and took care of his wound and went to sleep, not to think of the occurrence again until later the next day.
The following day Red never came back. Spot figured that he had decided to go to the Bronx, or maybe even Harlem, so he wasn't all that surprised. What surprised him though was when he heard from some of his newsies that he, Spot, was wanted for the murder of someone.
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"Oh god no. Red must've killed Leigh's dad, and since we both looked similar da bulls thought that I was Red. Shit! How am I suppose ta prove dat I'm not guilty when no one has scene or heard from Red since den. I can't tell Leigh! What if she believes dat I did do it? I'm not going ta tell her, I can't put er through dat." Spot decided to himself as he laid his head down upon the bed, Leigh still sleeping next to him. He closed his eyes and shortly afterwards he too began to fall asleep, with a feeling of ease, knowing that the one he loved was safely beside him. "That's how it's gonna remain." Was Spot's last thought as he gave into the sleep.
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"I should have told her Jack." Jack continued walking, with Spot along side of him.
"Yeah, no one's arguing with you on dat one, but we all understand why you didn't dough. Look Spot, what was said or not said doesn't madder now, what madders is dat she's alive, and dat we're going ta get her." Spot touched his chest where Leigh's key rested.
"You're right Jack." Jack lightly laughed. He turned to look at Spot and grinned.
"Well of course I'm right! I always am." Spot just gave him a 'sure you are' look in response. The two continued on in silence.