A/N: Alright kids! Guess what?! I got the newsies in here! Finally! I'd
like to thank everyone who's reviewed. This fanfic is very different than
a lot of them, so I want to know what you guys think. So review! Thanks.
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Everfield's House. November 1898. New Mexico
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Sydney walked nervously up the entry way to her old house. The house looked exactly the same but Sydney felt a dark eerie feeling that lingered in the entryway.
"Was it always like this?" Sydney asked Christi.
'No. Never.'
Sydney knocked quietly and tried to peer into the dust window.
'Just go in! It was your house after all. Besides, this way your mom wont slam the door in your face.'
Sydney quietly opened the door and stepped inside. "Hello?" she called into the echoing foyer. After no answer she headed to the kitchen then to then to the living room, where she found her father sleeping on the couch, a strong smell of liquor on his breath. She walked through the rest of the house looking for Mark or her mother, finally reaching her parents room.
'I wonder what's going on?' Sydney thought, it wasn't like her mother to be in her bedroom in the middle of the day.
She opened the door and peeked into the sunlit room. Sydney's mother lay on the bed, the cream colored sheets contrasting with bright red blood. A steak knife in Lavivian's hand, her eyes still open but glazed over, her wrists cut. Sydney gasped, but did not cry like she had for Jimmy or Grant. Maybe it was because she still resented her mother for sending her away, or maybe she was simply getting to accustom to death shadowing her and killing anyone she got close to.
"You finally got your wish, Christi," Sydney said out loud.
'I didn't like her, but I never wanted her to die,' Christi said truthfully.
Sydney stepped closer to examine her mothers bloodstained body. Noticing something on the floor, she picked up a paper with an untidy scrawl on it. "Mom, me and Page went to find Sydney in New York. We'll be back as soon as we find her, Love Mark," Sydney read aloud, then exclaiming, "If they mention my name in New York, they're gonna be killed!"
'And who the hell is Page?' Christi added.
"Well, I say we go back find Mark and find out. You up for it?"
'When am I not up for an adventure? Plus, there isn't much for us to stay for," Christi added, mentioning Sydney's mother, whom lie forgotten on the bed.
Sydney shuddered at the sight of her mother's body. It just wasn't sinking in that her mother was dead. She turned away from the appalling sight, and left. Outside was quite a paradox to the dusty house with its abhorrent occupants. 'Just like the disparity of the sheets and her blood,' thought Sydney as she headed back to the train station. In a few hours she was stowed away on a train headed to New York.
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November 1898. Streets of Brooklyn. New York
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"Mark! She could be anywhere!" Page exclaimed as the two siblings wandered the streets, looking for a good alley to sleep in.
"I know, Page, I didn't realize how big New York was. Or Brooklyn for that matter!"
"Well, can we at least get settled and then look for Sydney!" Page persisted, "We've been here for two weeks, and we still have no place to stay. It's just gonna get colder, ya know. We can't spend the winter on the streets!"
"Well, what do you say we do about it then?" Mark asked petulantly.
"We both get jobs! And then we get an apartment!" Page retorted.
"Fine. Then we'll look for Sydney."
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December 1898. Streets of Brooklyn. New York
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Sydney had been wondering the streets of Brooklyn a little less than a month. She survived by stealing and conning people. Sydney had been unable to find her brother and his friend, but luckily hadn't been found by her former gang. Sydney had the stealth and street smarts to survive in New York. But living on the streets was impossible for even Sydney to survive in the middle of winter.
Sydney was no longer a healthy young woman but a frail and deathly girl. Not only was her physical health failing, her mental health was meager. She didn't bother thinking to Sydney but talked aloud to her. Something she hadn't done since she was a kid, before she told Mark about Christi. Sydney was so weak she couldn't steal, she couldn't con, she couldn't survive.
"This is it, Christi," she murmured, staggering into a deserted alleyway, "I give up. This isn't worth it. I am giving up."
'You can't give up! You need to find Mark! You can do it Syd! I know you can!' Christi encouraged.
"Not this time, were done." Sydney collapsed into the snow, leaving herself for dead.
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December 1898. Brooklyn Docks. New York.
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Spot sat as his perch, overlooking the river. Boy did he love being the leader. He couldn't decide if it was which had made him desire to be leader. The respect everyone paid him or that damned 'thrown'. He reminisced on the first time he sat in his beloved spot. The previous leader had called him up there to talk about a fight he had gotten into earlier that day. Spot smiled; that was a good fight. He beat the other kid to a pulp over who would sell on some particular corner. Who would've thought that boy would move to Manhattan and become the leader there. "Ya owe me Jacky-boy," he mumbled to himself, "If it wasn't for me, ya nevah wouldn't have become 'da famous Jack Kelly."
Now that he thought about it, Spot decided to go visit Cowboy. He took one more look at the peaceful surroundings before departing from his thrown.
Spot shivered as he walked down the chilly New York streets. Seeing some discarded clothing in an alleyway he decided to look for some clothes that could be used by him or any of the other newsies for that matter. As he approached the pile be came to recognize the lump was really a girl. Her brown hair sprinkled with the fresh snowflakes and her body curled into a tight ball. Spot nudged the girl but she didn't move. He noticed her shallow breathing and figured he'd bring her to the Manhattan lodging house, since it was closer. He picked her up, noticing she was a lot lighter than he thought she would be and began the rest of his trek to the lodging house.
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A/N: Okay, I lied. The newsies aren't all in here. Just Spot. But they will definitely be in the next chapter! Okay... So now it's time for you to review! Much obliged to ya if ya do!
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Everfield's House. November 1898. New Mexico
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Sydney walked nervously up the entry way to her old house. The house looked exactly the same but Sydney felt a dark eerie feeling that lingered in the entryway.
"Was it always like this?" Sydney asked Christi.
'No. Never.'
Sydney knocked quietly and tried to peer into the dust window.
'Just go in! It was your house after all. Besides, this way your mom wont slam the door in your face.'
Sydney quietly opened the door and stepped inside. "Hello?" she called into the echoing foyer. After no answer she headed to the kitchen then to then to the living room, where she found her father sleeping on the couch, a strong smell of liquor on his breath. She walked through the rest of the house looking for Mark or her mother, finally reaching her parents room.
'I wonder what's going on?' Sydney thought, it wasn't like her mother to be in her bedroom in the middle of the day.
She opened the door and peeked into the sunlit room. Sydney's mother lay on the bed, the cream colored sheets contrasting with bright red blood. A steak knife in Lavivian's hand, her eyes still open but glazed over, her wrists cut. Sydney gasped, but did not cry like she had for Jimmy or Grant. Maybe it was because she still resented her mother for sending her away, or maybe she was simply getting to accustom to death shadowing her and killing anyone she got close to.
"You finally got your wish, Christi," Sydney said out loud.
'I didn't like her, but I never wanted her to die,' Christi said truthfully.
Sydney stepped closer to examine her mothers bloodstained body. Noticing something on the floor, she picked up a paper with an untidy scrawl on it. "Mom, me and Page went to find Sydney in New York. We'll be back as soon as we find her, Love Mark," Sydney read aloud, then exclaiming, "If they mention my name in New York, they're gonna be killed!"
'And who the hell is Page?' Christi added.
"Well, I say we go back find Mark and find out. You up for it?"
'When am I not up for an adventure? Plus, there isn't much for us to stay for," Christi added, mentioning Sydney's mother, whom lie forgotten on the bed.
Sydney shuddered at the sight of her mother's body. It just wasn't sinking in that her mother was dead. She turned away from the appalling sight, and left. Outside was quite a paradox to the dusty house with its abhorrent occupants. 'Just like the disparity of the sheets and her blood,' thought Sydney as she headed back to the train station. In a few hours she was stowed away on a train headed to New York.
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November 1898. Streets of Brooklyn. New York
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"Mark! She could be anywhere!" Page exclaimed as the two siblings wandered the streets, looking for a good alley to sleep in.
"I know, Page, I didn't realize how big New York was. Or Brooklyn for that matter!"
"Well, can we at least get settled and then look for Sydney!" Page persisted, "We've been here for two weeks, and we still have no place to stay. It's just gonna get colder, ya know. We can't spend the winter on the streets!"
"Well, what do you say we do about it then?" Mark asked petulantly.
"We both get jobs! And then we get an apartment!" Page retorted.
"Fine. Then we'll look for Sydney."
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December 1898. Streets of Brooklyn. New York
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Sydney had been wondering the streets of Brooklyn a little less than a month. She survived by stealing and conning people. Sydney had been unable to find her brother and his friend, but luckily hadn't been found by her former gang. Sydney had the stealth and street smarts to survive in New York. But living on the streets was impossible for even Sydney to survive in the middle of winter.
Sydney was no longer a healthy young woman but a frail and deathly girl. Not only was her physical health failing, her mental health was meager. She didn't bother thinking to Sydney but talked aloud to her. Something she hadn't done since she was a kid, before she told Mark about Christi. Sydney was so weak she couldn't steal, she couldn't con, she couldn't survive.
"This is it, Christi," she murmured, staggering into a deserted alleyway, "I give up. This isn't worth it. I am giving up."
'You can't give up! You need to find Mark! You can do it Syd! I know you can!' Christi encouraged.
"Not this time, were done." Sydney collapsed into the snow, leaving herself for dead.
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December 1898. Brooklyn Docks. New York.
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Spot sat as his perch, overlooking the river. Boy did he love being the leader. He couldn't decide if it was which had made him desire to be leader. The respect everyone paid him or that damned 'thrown'. He reminisced on the first time he sat in his beloved spot. The previous leader had called him up there to talk about a fight he had gotten into earlier that day. Spot smiled; that was a good fight. He beat the other kid to a pulp over who would sell on some particular corner. Who would've thought that boy would move to Manhattan and become the leader there. "Ya owe me Jacky-boy," he mumbled to himself, "If it wasn't for me, ya nevah wouldn't have become 'da famous Jack Kelly."
Now that he thought about it, Spot decided to go visit Cowboy. He took one more look at the peaceful surroundings before departing from his thrown.
Spot shivered as he walked down the chilly New York streets. Seeing some discarded clothing in an alleyway he decided to look for some clothes that could be used by him or any of the other newsies for that matter. As he approached the pile be came to recognize the lump was really a girl. Her brown hair sprinkled with the fresh snowflakes and her body curled into a tight ball. Spot nudged the girl but she didn't move. He noticed her shallow breathing and figured he'd bring her to the Manhattan lodging house, since it was closer. He picked her up, noticing she was a lot lighter than he thought she would be and began the rest of his trek to the lodging house.
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A/N: Okay, I lied. The newsies aren't all in here. Just Spot. But they will definitely be in the next chapter! Okay... So now it's time for you to review! Much obliged to ya if ya do!