Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NEWSIES!! I hate having to repeat this! God only knows what I'se do wit them if I did- no, not even God wants to know. Anyway point is I do not own them- Disney does. I own the story/plot, Vixen, Rambler, Blunt, Tracker, Sprinter, Sparks, Kix, Plaz- a lot of them. But there are many characters like Sweets, Sprite, Clue, etc. that own themselves. I was just lucky enough to have met them and they allowe me to put them in Midnight Sky. If you wanna borrow one of them, email me and I will let you know how to get ahold of them. Also email me if you wanna be in the story with a profile and who u want- many guys are still available- and please don't make me make up that many characters- it racks my brain- AHH!
Shout outs:
Sprite- I love ya goil!! Ya are comin soon! Hopefully in this chappie! Can't wait for more of your stories- The Guardian it great- everyone needs to check it out ASAP!! Don't forget bout our plans to watch Newsies with the girls after Sweets comes home. Hope ya like- *mushy gives hugs fer me*
Sweets- Hun- you are great! Can't wait til you come home- hehe! Have fun skiing!! DONT FALL! Ise gonna read story tonight to catch up- I'se gonna talk ta ya latah tonight- our chats! hehe! Latah Babe- *Blink gives ya me love* - in his own ways o coise!
AliCat- You go goil! SM kicks some major assage(like me word?) ! Go you and keep updating! *Bumlets dances around the room with ya* Hope ya like dis story! Youse in dis chappie!
Clue- Ise havent heard from ya lately- hope ya are okay! Love ya hun and you are comin in soon, too! Email me soon and keep updating! Its great!! *Race wins ya heart* - Double er nuttin! Lol!!!
~To all the writers here at Fanfiction. net and anyother ff site- you all rock! Keep up the good shit! We all kick ass!!!
Midnight Sky- Chapter 6 Siren
Spot returned home later that day, and when he neared the docks, was not at all surprised when he saw his men in the river.
"Conlon!" One newsie shouted, stopping Spot in his tracks, "Wha's goin down in Hahlem?"
Spot glared at the boy for bringing up the subject around other Newsies that had no idea let alone the possible Jersey Spies scattered around the city.
"Nottin! Wha makes ya t'ink oddahwise?"
He didn't listen for an answer, but continued on his way to the abandoned factory. Spot decided to go sit on the roof in hopes to perfect his plans, so he jumped on the fire escape.
For most people, this would have made a load of noise but he had mastered the skill of silencing the city years ago.
As he climbed the ladder, he heard the noise in his room. It was none other than his older sister's whiney voice, and she was of course going on about Blink. He groaned inwardly, not understanding women. He was about to climb past the window when he heard me speak up.
"Wha's da mattah wit liking him?" He heard the other two, begin to laugh. He sat down on the escape platform right below his window to listen.
"Jist wait til ya git tah know im. E ain't da kin'a(kinda) guy ya want. Take me Blink fer example, 'es a real sweet heart." Sweets continued to go on about the boy who held her heart in his hands, as she waved her switch blade around in the air.
I smiled hoping to be polite but I couldn't seem to get Spot out of my mind, "Ya, e sounds real nice."
"Yeah, yeah," Rambler spoke up, who I personally didn't really think she lived up to her name, but her cousin did a fine job at it.
"Blink is a real nice guy, but he don' compahe tah me Blunt. Now, if ya want a true guy, den git a guy like me Blunt. And until ya got a 'lationship(relationship) dat last fer a yeah, den I'se don wanna heah bout how much ya love each uddah(other)."
Sweets pointed her switchblade at Rambler, "Ahe ya sayin' dat we don' love each uddah? A'least I'se naw goin fer somethin' like dis one."
She then averted her blade in my direction, and they both turned to me. "Why ya like 'im an'way?"
Rambler investigated my motives. "I'se don' know. I'se jist do! Why'se dat so bad?" I was getting angry with the way they were dissing the idea of me being with Spot.
"You'se don know 'im, do ya?"
"Ya, we'se tawlkin bout da 'Infamous Leadah' dat has a bigger ego dan Mistah Pulitzah." Sweets joined in with Rambler as they went on about why no one should want to be with Spot.
"'E'd jist hoit ya. Why ya want dat?"
"Wha' ya mean 'hoit me'?"
"Everybody knows wha 'e does tah women."
My eyes widened, 'I don't know!' I thought to myself.
"Wha exactly ahe ya tawlkin' bout?"
"'E breaks deir hearts! Everyone o' deir hearts."
"Ya, even da whores git upset when 'e forgets bout dem."
Spot was so furious. He was raging with anger. He wanted to go in there and just kill his sister and cousin.
'They'se gots no right tellin' her all dat stuff.' He instead whipped out his sling shot and broke a few windows in the building across the way.
"So 'es been wit alotta goils?" I questioned quietly. Spot's ears perked up, and listened intently to hear their response.
"Well, if ya consider ..oh, I'se dunno.. a'least t'ree a week a small number, den no naw a lot."
My mouth dropped open and their was thump heard from outside, but we paid no attention to that.
'Three a week! I'se nevah had one!' I was so jealous and wanted to cry.
"Don' let it bothah ya. E would proly jist look ya ovah, keep 'is distance. E usually 'voids da goil newsies of his territory."
I sighed more loudly than I thought I had. Soon, the two switched the topic of how long it had been since they had a girls' night. It sounded interesting and fun, but I didn't want to listen.
I wanted to see Spot, talk with him, hear him, hold him. I thought I saw movement outside the window, as my eyes focused on the river in the distance. I forced myself up, moving towards the window, using everything I could as a crutch.
Somewhere in the distance I could hear the music play. I began to hum the song as I reached the window, where I sat looking out over the city. The song became more clear, and I didn't know if it was actually playing, or if it was just coming from inside of me.
The words left my lips as if I had written them. As my voice became stronger and more clear, the girls' conversation stopped. They actually were quiet and just sat there listening. Spot had all ready made his way onto the roof, by the time I came to the window. He listened intently to me.
I sang the song as if I was singing it to someone and I knew that someone was Spot. The song of my soul seemed to make the bustling city stop. The boys in the river gathered on the docks, the shop keepers all formed outside their stores.
The beautiful voice luring them to get closer. The carriages slowed down, the factory smoke stopped, the rivers flow ended. The beating fathers let their children go, the killers quit killing, and the robbers didn't rob.
The world revolved around the voice and it seemed like it was coming from a Siren (mythical creature that lured men to them-usually to their death). It seemed like it touched all of New York City.
Newsies from all over New York seemed to be carried in with the wind to Brooklyn. All that listened knew that voice belonged to a beautiful owner. Even without seeing her, they all knew it. She had to illuminate, shine like an angel. If they only knew it was just me, Vixen.
Hurt Before by The Corrs (song Vixen sings)
She's a girl in a world, she's moving as fast as she goes.
Loves her mum and her dad, the only secure that she knows.
But at night, she's alone, she's dreaming of somebody new.
Her someone for to hold, she's praying the dream will come true.
Show me the way-show me, show me how.
Help me be brave- for love. Show me the way- show me, tell me how.
What do you say? There's no pain in her heart, she's trying so hard to unwind. Makes her cry in the night, when visions so real make her blind.
Wants to break through the fear. Erasing the scars from within.
Start a new kind of being-she's down and she's praying again.
You see she's-Turning the key, unlocking the door.
Embracing the roller coaster world. Stepping outside, body and soul.
Taking whatever future holds. Turning the key, unlocking the door.
Embracing the roller coaster world. Take it in stride, you're just twenty-five.
And you know we've all been hurt before.
Show me the way-show me, show me how. Help me be brave- for love.
Show me the way-show me, tell me how. What do you say?
You see she's- turning the key, unlocking the door.
Embracing the roller coaster world. Stepping outside, body and soul.
Taking whatever future holds. Turning the key, unlocking the door.
Embracing the roller coaster world. Take it in stride, you're just twenty-five.
And you know we've all been hurt before.
You see she's- turning the key, unlocking the door.
Embracing the roller coaster world. Stepping outside, body and soul.
Taking whatever future holds. Turning the key, unlocking the door.
Embracing the roller coaster world. Take it in stride, you're just twenty-five.
And you know we've all been hurt before.
You see she's- turning the key, unlocking the door.
Embracing the roller coaster world. Stepping outside, body and soul.
Taking whatever future holds. Turning the key, unlocking the door.
Embracing the roller coaster world. Take it in stride, you're just twenty-five.
And you know we've all been hurt before.
Turning the key, unlocking the door.
Embracing the roller coaster world. Stepping outside, body and soul.
Taking whatever future holds. Turning the key, unlocking the door.
Embracing the roller coaster world. Take it in stride, you're just twenty-five.
You know we've all been hurt before.
We've all been hurt before. So you're not alone.
So you're not alone.
All rights to "Hurt Before" belong to the Corrs- go check them out. They kick ass!
~I'se know I'se said you chix would all be in this one- but this chappie wrote itself! I swear, I had you all written in!! I'se soo sorry- I PROMISE ON SPOT YOU WILL ALL BE IN THE NEXT CHAPPIE!!! Love ya all , Vixen aka Spots Fox