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L/N- After much deliberation I have decided to add another chapter! *Throws confetti* Yeah, it was only supposed to be a one shot, but I decided to do it from Spot's POV, enjoy!

Ali- Duuuude! I'm a genius? LOL! Thanks! Hm... I don't think I'll be making an entire story out of it; probably leave it off at the same point as Mischief's POV- it's like you decided what happens, that way no one can get mad at me for the ending. Thanks mushly for the great review!~

Raven's Wing- I like Spot too. It would be too hard to kill him off. Thanks for the review!~

Crunchy- Aww… SHUT UP saying that this is better than yours! It barely even competes cause yours is so GOOD! (GO READ CRUNCH'S YOU THINK YOU KNOW) But I appreciate the great review! Thanks minion!~

Raeghann- Nope, not a one shot anymore! (But I guess you figured that out when you saw there was a chapter two… huh…) Lol, my goal was to make people cry, evil person that I am… thanks for reviewing!~

AO- Babbling is mucho fun… I do it all the time! Thanks for the review!~

Dr. Linkinshlof- is not a guy- Yeah, I had to do something to break up the tension there… thanks for the review!

Something to Believe In

The Water was rough tonight. Harsh and menacing, It whipped and thrashed against the foundation of the bridge as if It were trying to get me. It didn't have to try so hard, I'd be there before the night was over. The Water wasn't discriminatory- It didn't judge. It didn't care whether I was the leader of Brooklyn, Joe Pulitzer, or some bum on the streets, It'd take anyone.

I took a drag on my cigarette and let my eyes drift up to the sky dotted with millions of tiny white stars. From here, those stars were just spots, like me. Each one was identical in size color and shape, like me. No one cared anymore, like The Water. The name that I had been so proud of- Spot Conlon- meant nothing anymore. It used to strike fear into the hearts of the strong, people cowered when they heard it; but what was it besides a name; a name that everyone would forget within twenty years. I'm no Jack Kelly or David Jacobs- I'm not worth remembering. All I am is Spot Conlon- a name that describes me perfectly. Spot. That's all I am. Spot. That's me. Nothing more than a little spot up in the night sky mixed in with every other fucking spot. What's living worth if you already know your future?

The Water crashed even louder against the stone, trying to get my attention. It was angry now, I was making It wait and such a powerful source doesn't like to be kept waiting. Soon, I told it, you'll have me soon.

"Hey Conlon!"

The sudden noise shattered the tension like glass. It was loud- it had to have been to get though the barrier I had put up so I didn't have to hear it, everything they were saying about me. I had heard the voice, but couldn't tell anything about it; I couldn't tell if it was friendly, angry, or jeering; male or female, real or imagination.

My hat was snatched off my head before I had time to recognize the voice. Pure instinct caused me to reach for the knife in my hand and whip around ready to soak the bum. I couldn't let them kill me; that was The Water's job.

Her eyes grew wide when she saw the knife Only Mischief… Relieved I put the knife away.

"What're you'se doin' heah?" I snapped crushing my cigarette beneath my feet, even though it was only half finished.

She didn't falter. "I'se could ask you da same question."

"I'se come heah ta… think sometimes." Did I really just say that? I moved back to the edge of the bridge. The Water was calm now. That was unsettling. Don't you want me anymore? A small wave rippled as if in response. Don't you leave me too…

"Feel like sharin'?" All I wanted was for her to leave me alone; leave me alone with The Water. It was the only thing I wanted right now.

"Not 'specially." I needed her to leave; I needed to be alone with The Water.

She didn't leave. Neither did I. I couldn't with her standing there; this was something I had to be alone to do. But did I really want to do it? Or did I want Mischief to stay- to make sure I didn't do it?

The Water sensed my second thoughts and began thrashing again. So you do want me…

I turned to look at Mischief next to me. She looked beautiful in the faint light. Her head was tilted back and she was staring up at the sky. I wondered if she was thinking what I had been before she had come. I wanted to ask, but no words would come out.

"Do you want me ta go?" She asked when she finally turned to look at me.

No! No! Don't leave me with The Water! But The Water seemed to have control over me, my head nodded.

I saw the hurt look in her eyes as she lowered them to the ground. "Okay… I'se'll jus'…go… then."

Please… please stay… I need you here…

Hot tears welled up behind by eyes, but I didn't notice them. All I heard was the crashing behind me. All I saw was Mischief walking away slowly. Without thinking I reached out and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Mischief, please don't leave me." That wasn't my voice.

Her eyes darkened. "Spot, tell me what's wrong," she demanded.

"I-I'se jus' don't want ta be alone," with The Water. I swiped a sleeve across my eyes, she couldn't see me cry.

She went to give me a hug, I wanted her to. "Why are you're heah?"

"I'se need ta- ta find somet'in'."

"Like what?"

"Somet'in' ta believe in" besides The Water.

"You'se was gonna jump…" Her eyes took on a sudden realization. Would she leave me now? No… now she had tears is her eyes. If she started crying there was no way I wouldn't…

"Don't do dat."

"Spot, you'se have everyt'in' ta believe in. How can ya not see dat?"

Yeah, like what?

"Tell me one t'ing."

"You'se got awl of Brooklyn wrapped around youah little fingah, you'se got youah friends, who'd do anyt'in' foah you."

Who would want a spot?

"But I don't, Mischief, everyt'in's changed."

"You'se got me, I'se don't know if it means anyt'in', but I'se heah…"

The Water tried one more time. She doesn't really care…

Yes she does.

"Dat mean's a lot ta me, Mischief."

That was when she started crying, but I didn't. I had broken free from The Water's grasp on me and I was happy.

"So, you'se gonna jump?"

"Nah, not tanight."

Not ever. I told The Water.

"But Mischief, don't mention dis ta anyone."

"I'se won't."

"I mean, I'se got a repitation ta hol' up." She laughed. "Come on, let's git back ta da Lodgin' House." I said wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

In the background, I heard The Water, loud and frightening. It was still trying to get me, but it wouldn't. I had broken free and I would never go back to where I was before. Mischief had saved my life tonight.

Mischief.

I turned to look at her. She was special, not everyone would have done that for me. And she looked so pretty, bathed in the moonlight, her long, dark hair shining under my hat…

Wait a minute…

"Mischief?"

"Yeah?"

"Give me back my hat."

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Okay, I know that parts of this are confusing.

First, the repetitiveness. Spot's a little unstable in his mindset, so I didn't think he'd sound very…sane.

Second. Besides the parts that I specifically say that Spot is talking to the water, the italics mean that the water is talking to Spot. Yeah, weird, I know.

I think that's all… Thanks for reading! Now how bout you leave a nice review?

~Shortie~