Chapter 30:

"Looks like he's finally finish her off," One of the Queens Newsies said.

"Finally is right. I hate that bitch. Her creams of pain is music to my ears." They all laughed.

"Well I suggest you find a new music to like because the show's about to end boys," A cold voice said from behind them. All the Queens Newsies turned to see Spot standing there in the doorway. All their eyes winded and they looked at the stairs and back at Spot.

"Low get Slick!" One yelled. A tall, broad, blonde haired newsies ran up the stairs. In a couple seconds Fire's cry of pain stopped and Slick came down the down the stairs.

"Conlon. How are you? Haven't seen you in a long time. What I do?" Slick walked over to Spot who was with Jack and a bunch of other Brooklyn and Manhattan newsies.

"My sister." Spot glared at Slick.

"Who's your sister?" Slick asked.

"Don't play dumb with me," Spot commanded.

"The sad thing is he's not playing," Dolly said pushing herself thru the crowd.

"Dolly Girl. Miss me?" Slick took Dolly's hand and kissed it. Dolly slapped Slick.

"Don't touch me." Race put a hand on Dolly's arm and Dolly looked at him.

"Your not scared of guys anymore? That's good Dolly very good." Slick winked and turned back to Spot. "What do you want Conlon?"

"Fire."

"No sorry cant do that."

"Why's that?"

"Well for one thing she wouldn't want to go back and second she's dead. I finished her off before you go here. Sorry little man."

"Your lying!" Dolly screamed. "She's strong. She's alive!"

"No she's not Dolly. Didn't you hear her screaming stop? I strangled her and beat her to death. You can go look but it ain't pretty." Slick smiled at Dolly.

"Fine but I'm taking Spot with me." Dolly grabbed Spots hand and they started for the stairs.

"Okay." Slick followed the two. The three of them reached Slick's bedroom and Slick pushed the door open. They didn't even have to walk into his room to see Fire. She laid there in a pool of her own blood and bruises on her neck. Dolly gasped and turned into Spot. Spot wrapped his arms around Dolly and looked at his little sister. You couldn't see her stomach rise or fall, Her eyes ere shut. She didn't even look like herself. Her right arm was bent like he's never seen an arm bent before. He say the bruises and gashes. She was paler then pale. He hair was drench in blood. "See Spot it's the way every Conlon should look." Spot glared at Slick.

"You're a dead man Slick. Give me my sisters body." Dolly loosened her grip on Spot.

"No. See Spot I killed her now I am gonna get rid of her like I get rid of everyone I kill." Slick pushed Spot and Dolly our of his room and slammed the door.

"I said.." Slick cut Spot off.

"Forget it Spot." Slick pushed him more.

"Spot just forget it," Dolly whispered. "I don't wanna look at her again. We murdered her as much as Slick did." Spot and Dolly walked down the stairs. "She's gone." Race grabbed Dolly from Spot.

"Come on Babe." The Manhattan and Brooklyn Newsies silently left. on the walk home no one spoke. No one even looked at each other. They were all blaming themselves for Fire's brutal murder. Books came up behind Spot and put an arm around his waist. Spot looked down at Books and she rested her head against his shoulder. Spot in return put his arm around her shoulders.