Look Away

by The Omniscient Bookseller

(used to be "Untitled") Everyone writes about the newsies being a family. Not all families are good, however, like the ones the newsies came from. Or the one they live in now, which isn't at all what it seems to be....Rated for content and language.

1. Prologue: Fate and Fortune

Disney owns it all.

Note: I am very very very proud of this. It's hopefully going to be a big old chaptered fic. *dances* And I'm going to try to make the chapters long. And maybe I'll even do shoutouts, if people review. Maybe. I'm not sure. Also, if you have any ideas for the title, please tell me. I'm considering "Family", "After Dark", and "Fate and Fortune" currently, but I don't really like any of them.

Note the Second: This contains un-disneyfying. You shouldn't read past the prologue if you don't like your favorite newsies being made evil. Just warning you.

Note the Third: If you care, this prologue is being narrated by Pie Eater.

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Fortune gave you parents. Fate took them away. Fortune kept you alive. Fate brought you here. From then on, you're on your own. Maybe fate steps in once in a while to do you a nasty turn, but fortune's finished with you forever. Or at least until you get out of this damn place. Things aren't what they look like on the outside, let me tell you that much. You gotta know the rules if you want to survive. But you can't know them too well. You have to know what's going on, but you can't know too much. You take one side, you take the other, or you stay out of the whole thing. You're likely to get beat up either way. And you can't say a damned thing. You can buy protection for a high price, but you run the risk of spending all you've got and not having anything left when you need to buy your life. And trust me, you will. Of course, everything you do here is a risk. You think here, you take a risk. You wake up here, you take a risk. Hell, you die here, you take a risk. It's everyman for himself. None that sticking up for each other helping the others through the hard times crap is true. No one looks out for you, they just look away when you come in with your face all busted up, maybe by one of them, maybe by a stranger. God knows why we all stay. It's not much of a way to survive. Maybe we're afraid to leave.

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Review, please! *begs* This one's kind of a long shot, I'd like to know what you think.