A/N: for those of you who like les miserables, this is kind of like
Javert's suicide. i had to change/take out some lyrics of "javert's
suicide" because they didn't make sence, but o well.
Disclaimer: I don't own newsies or les miz or javert's suicide lyrics. Or w/e. they're owned by Kenny Ortega and the French guy who made the songs.
PULITZER'S SUICIDE
Pulitzer stared into the murky black abyss and contemplated it. It was cold and dark, yet friendly and welcoming.
Who is this man? What sort of devil is he. To have me caught in a trap And choose to let me go free? It was his hour at last. To put a seal on my fate. Wipe out the past. And wash me clean off the slate
His supervisors had told him that this day would come. But he hadn't wanted to believe it. He owned the world. Not just the newsie world or the paper world, but THE world. He owned it. And no one would tell him different.
Damned if I'll live in the debt of a thief! Damned if I'll yield at the end of the chase. I am the Law and the Law is not mocked. I'll spit his pity right back in his face!
As he stood on the side of the Brooklyn Bridge, he thought. The strike had been merely a few days. Strength beyond what little he knew had been shown from these boys.
How can I now allow this man. To hold dominion over me? This desperate man whom I have hunted... It is my right to die as well. Instead I live... but live in hell.
That Jack Kelly. He had shown bravery and courage in the face of Power. He had been right. It was no longer an importance of the money. It was Power. Sheer Power.
And my thoughts fly apart. Can this man be believed? Shall his sins be forgiven? Shall his crimes be reprieved?
That boy had deserved to win. But no. Pulitzer had more experience. More money. More... Power.
And must I now begin to doubt, Who never doubted all these years? My heart is stone and still it trembles. The world I have known is lost in shadow. Is he from heaven or from hell?
The boy had just been trying to help his friends. Yet Pulitzer had been harsh, unforgiving, and selfish. Jack didn't want to gain power over Pulitzer, he just wanted to be able to buy food everyday without having to steal it, which had gotten him into trouble with the law in the first place.
I am reaching, but I fall. And the stars are black and cold. As I stare into the void. Of a world that cannot hold.
This was the last moment. No more pretending. His World was gone. The Power was gone. The little and seemingly powerless had overcome his corrupt world. There was no reason to live on, for the power was gone.
I'll escape now from the world. From my world that now is gone. There is nowhere I can turn. There is no way to go on....
A splash rippled through the black night air, and all was silent.
Disclaimer: I don't own newsies or les miz or javert's suicide lyrics. Or w/e. they're owned by Kenny Ortega and the French guy who made the songs.
PULITZER'S SUICIDE
Pulitzer stared into the murky black abyss and contemplated it. It was cold and dark, yet friendly and welcoming.
Who is this man? What sort of devil is he. To have me caught in a trap And choose to let me go free? It was his hour at last. To put a seal on my fate. Wipe out the past. And wash me clean off the slate
His supervisors had told him that this day would come. But he hadn't wanted to believe it. He owned the world. Not just the newsie world or the paper world, but THE world. He owned it. And no one would tell him different.
Damned if I'll live in the debt of a thief! Damned if I'll yield at the end of the chase. I am the Law and the Law is not mocked. I'll spit his pity right back in his face!
As he stood on the side of the Brooklyn Bridge, he thought. The strike had been merely a few days. Strength beyond what little he knew had been shown from these boys.
How can I now allow this man. To hold dominion over me? This desperate man whom I have hunted... It is my right to die as well. Instead I live... but live in hell.
That Jack Kelly. He had shown bravery and courage in the face of Power. He had been right. It was no longer an importance of the money. It was Power. Sheer Power.
And my thoughts fly apart. Can this man be believed? Shall his sins be forgiven? Shall his crimes be reprieved?
That boy had deserved to win. But no. Pulitzer had more experience. More money. More... Power.
And must I now begin to doubt, Who never doubted all these years? My heart is stone and still it trembles. The world I have known is lost in shadow. Is he from heaven or from hell?
The boy had just been trying to help his friends. Yet Pulitzer had been harsh, unforgiving, and selfish. Jack didn't want to gain power over Pulitzer, he just wanted to be able to buy food everyday without having to steal it, which had gotten him into trouble with the law in the first place.
I am reaching, but I fall. And the stars are black and cold. As I stare into the void. Of a world that cannot hold.
This was the last moment. No more pretending. His World was gone. The Power was gone. The little and seemingly powerless had overcome his corrupt world. There was no reason to live on, for the power was gone.
I'll escape now from the world. From my world that now is gone. There is nowhere I can turn. There is no way to go on....
A splash rippled through the black night air, and all was silent.