WOW!!!! SO, this is my first fanfic that I will be posting. I hope you
all like, and I would absolutely love your opinion. Its basically just
Spots story, and I know it sounds kind of typical right now, but I have
some ideas that, to my knowledge are original. I'm really busy, but I'm
gonna try and update as much as possible!
So, on with the story
Disclaimer-I do not own the movie Newsies, nor the character Spot Conlon (I think he owns himself) Anything that is related to the movie belongs to Disney. As far as I know, all characters and plot stuffs in this story(beside spot) are my own. If I am mistaken, I apologize, please don't sue. Oh, and ummmm, I'm not making any money from this. I think that's good
Title: Brooklyn's Beginnings
Chapter: The first change
Rating: This chapters's PG, because its depressing, but the story will probably be raised to PG-13 by the next chapter or two, for language, mention of child abuse, and violence.
It was a frightfully cold day in January, that his life first changed. Yes his life did end up holding many changes, but there were a few changes, that were greater than all the rest.
The small forlorn figure walked the streets of Brooklyn, he wasn't wearing much considering the frigid temperatures. What he was wearing had seen better days, much better days. He walked by a street vendor selling roasted corn, and lifted a cinnamon stick out of the jar on the vendors stand. He stuck it between his complete set of baby teeth and absent mindedly chewed on it, swallowing the spicy sweet juices and spitting out the splinters. He wove his way through the crowded streets and near empty alley ways, turning into his neighborhood. Rows of tenant buildings and cheap boarding houses lined the filthy streets. Hayden always told him not to go through alleyways alone, but Hayden wouldn't get out of the factory for at least an hour, and the boy was to cold to go the long way. When he turned onto his street, he noticed that something was wrong. One of the buildings was in flames. Upon second glance, the little boy realized it was his building that was ablaze. He didn't know what to think, he felt no emotion toward the event. He found a small corner out of the way and fell asleep.
"Spot, Spot wake up." Hayden always called him Spot, they didn't remember why, he just did. "He's dead Spot, I went up there, he's dead." Hayden spoke of their father. The little boy just nodded, he was tired, cold, and hungry. He noticed Hayden holding a black, gold tipped cane, their father's cane, the cane he used to beat them.
"There wasn't much left Spot" Hayden spoke again, his voice held no emotion, and all the youthful innocence that is normally detected when a 10 year old speaks, was absent. "Here" he said, pressing a piece of paper into Spot's hand. "I found this is mamas old jewelry box, crazy it didn't burn, but ah, maybe you can go there." Along with the paper, Hayden had handed him a half dollar coin. The boy stuck both in his pocket, forgetting about them until a later time. Hayden started to turn and leave. "Hayden!" Called the little boy "Where ya goin?" Hayden turned back to his little brother by five years. "I gotta go Spot, try to go to the place on the paper. I'll see you again, don't worry." Said Hayden, his bright clear, icy blue eyes locking with his little brother's identical ones. Hayden grabbed his brother in a hug, embracing his tiny body. "I'm sorry Spot, but I have to go. I promise I'll see you again. I love you." The last three words he whispered could barely be heard, and with that, Hayden left. The little boy had never heard the words, "I love you", and he had no clue as to what they meant. But for some reason, the way his brother had spoken them, the boy knew they meant something- few kind words had been spent on this little boy. His mother had bled to death giving him life, and his father had been a drunk, whose favorite pastime was beating his two young sons. The little boy laid back down in the snow, and silently cried himself to sleep. Not because he was sad, but because he simply had nothing better to do.
PLEASE REVIEW!!! And thank you Scamley for helping me out!
So, on with the story
Disclaimer-I do not own the movie Newsies, nor the character Spot Conlon (I think he owns himself) Anything that is related to the movie belongs to Disney. As far as I know, all characters and plot stuffs in this story(beside spot) are my own. If I am mistaken, I apologize, please don't sue. Oh, and ummmm, I'm not making any money from this. I think that's good
Title: Brooklyn's Beginnings
Chapter: The first change
Rating: This chapters's PG, because its depressing, but the story will probably be raised to PG-13 by the next chapter or two, for language, mention of child abuse, and violence.
It was a frightfully cold day in January, that his life first changed. Yes his life did end up holding many changes, but there were a few changes, that were greater than all the rest.
The small forlorn figure walked the streets of Brooklyn, he wasn't wearing much considering the frigid temperatures. What he was wearing had seen better days, much better days. He walked by a street vendor selling roasted corn, and lifted a cinnamon stick out of the jar on the vendors stand. He stuck it between his complete set of baby teeth and absent mindedly chewed on it, swallowing the spicy sweet juices and spitting out the splinters. He wove his way through the crowded streets and near empty alley ways, turning into his neighborhood. Rows of tenant buildings and cheap boarding houses lined the filthy streets. Hayden always told him not to go through alleyways alone, but Hayden wouldn't get out of the factory for at least an hour, and the boy was to cold to go the long way. When he turned onto his street, he noticed that something was wrong. One of the buildings was in flames. Upon second glance, the little boy realized it was his building that was ablaze. He didn't know what to think, he felt no emotion toward the event. He found a small corner out of the way and fell asleep.
"Spot, Spot wake up." Hayden always called him Spot, they didn't remember why, he just did. "He's dead Spot, I went up there, he's dead." Hayden spoke of their father. The little boy just nodded, he was tired, cold, and hungry. He noticed Hayden holding a black, gold tipped cane, their father's cane, the cane he used to beat them.
"There wasn't much left Spot" Hayden spoke again, his voice held no emotion, and all the youthful innocence that is normally detected when a 10 year old speaks, was absent. "Here" he said, pressing a piece of paper into Spot's hand. "I found this is mamas old jewelry box, crazy it didn't burn, but ah, maybe you can go there." Along with the paper, Hayden had handed him a half dollar coin. The boy stuck both in his pocket, forgetting about them until a later time. Hayden started to turn and leave. "Hayden!" Called the little boy "Where ya goin?" Hayden turned back to his little brother by five years. "I gotta go Spot, try to go to the place on the paper. I'll see you again, don't worry." Said Hayden, his bright clear, icy blue eyes locking with his little brother's identical ones. Hayden grabbed his brother in a hug, embracing his tiny body. "I'm sorry Spot, but I have to go. I promise I'll see you again. I love you." The last three words he whispered could barely be heard, and with that, Hayden left. The little boy had never heard the words, "I love you", and he had no clue as to what they meant. But for some reason, the way his brother had spoken them, the boy knew they meant something- few kind words had been spent on this little boy. His mother had bled to death giving him life, and his father had been a drunk, whose favorite pastime was beating his two young sons. The little boy laid back down in the snow, and silently cried himself to sleep. Not because he was sad, but because he simply had nothing better to do.
PLEASE REVIEW!!! And thank you Scamley for helping me out!