Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies, Disney does, and no they won't share. All characters, places, etc. related to Newsies are owned by Disney as well. I own everything else, except for two of the original characters, they own themselves, but I suppose I own their characterization and such, so La Ti Da.
Authors Note: Yeah folks, that's right, I reposted it. Fanfiction.net tried to bring me down, but I wouldn't let 'em. That's what I call stickin' it to the man! . . . except not really because the story can't be interactive anymore. . . ::cries:: but that doesn't mean you shouldn't review, so please . . . review. Anyway, for those of you who have never read this before disregard those first several statements. The prologue is a little bit creepy, but the rest of the fic should be pretty light-hearted and hopefully just lots of good fun. **Warning** There will be some swearing, I'm sure, and most likely some sexual innuendo, because, try as I might, I can't seem to get my mind out of the gutter! Haha, good times. Anyhoo, I hope I don't offend anybody and I apologize in advance if I do. There, I think that covers everything . . . enjoy!
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"Hello? Is somebody there?" Medda rose from her couch and headed for the door. She kept hearing noises coming from the hall, but had tried to ignore them, assuming it was just one of the stagehands cleaning up for the show tomorrow night. For the past few minutes, though, a feeling of unease had begun to seep into her and she couldn't ignore it any longer. She had to find out where the noises were coming from. She stepped out into the hall and listened intently for the noise to come again and it sounded somewhere down the hall.
"Hello?" She called again, but there was no answer. She was starting to become worried. Had it been one of the stage boys he would have answered her. The noise came again, a light tapping on wood, like someone's footsteps. She followed the sounds all about the theatre, back to the wings and finally to center stage. The noise stopped and Medda stood there, alone in the dark theatre. Several minutes passed before she decided to leave the stage for the comfort of her dressing room. As she turned to go a bright spotlight came on, blinding her momentarily. She looked about frantically, her heart beginning to pound more quickly, but she could not see anything. A snicker sounded from somewhere in the theatre, echoing off the walls and bouncing about the grand hall. Medda began to tremble in fear.
"Who . . . who's there?!" she cried, a sensation of horror washing over her as she heard footsteps approaching. They stopped just several feet in front of her, and she could hear someone breathing heavily, sensing the malevolent presence that had filled the room. "What do you want?"
There was no response, just a slight snicker that seemed to stop before it had even started. Then, from out of nowhere it seemed, Medda was grabbed. It felt like there were one hundred hands on her, but there were only two. Two hands that belonged to this mystery person who had taunted her from the shadows. In a matter of moments, Medda found herself tied with rope, being dragged backstage and through the halls. She closed her eyes, praying for this person to go away when the movement stopped. She heard a door opening and opened her eyes just in time to see herself dragged into a closet, her closet. The lights were off, but Medda could make out the figure of the person who had accosted her. It was a woman, but Medda couldn't make out her face.
"Why are you doing this?" Medda pleaded, but to no avail. Her attacker just shook her head and scoffed.
"Wouldn't you like to know," came her assailant's only response. The door was slammed in Medda's face, shrouding her in blackness. Her head began to swirl and she became dizzy with fright. The last sound she heard before she blacked out was the maniacal laughter of her captor.
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Medda obviously would like to know what that was all about, would you like to know? If so, you must review.