Yeah yeah, due to some people complaining the thing was hard to read, I changed it. Happy now?
Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies anymore then I did last time I put this…
He leaned on the fire escape, his head in his hands. Nothing was wrong, well, not really. He was just tired was all. Being the leader of Brooklyn could do that to you. Staring out at the city made him feel better, or at least it let him think about stuff that was hard to cope with at the moment. He had finished thinking about the troublesome stuff a while ago, now he was just thinking. Although he should have been going inside, it was 3 in the morning after all. So he turned around and started to head inside. Or he would have, if there wasn't a girl standing in the way. A normal person would have jumped and/or screamed, but he wasn't normal. He stayed calm.
"Who the hell are you?"
Yup, very calm. The girl merely smiled. He didn't like the way she did it though. It was twisted and somewhat insane. He asked her again,
"Who are you?"
She smiled again, but this time she hissed at him,
"Don't you remember dear? We were a couple. You promised you'd never leave. But you did. You broke your promise Spot, and I'm not happy about it."
He blinked. This kind of thing had happened so many times he'd lost count. He broke up with girls and they'd come looking for 'revenge'. Blah. That was normal. This girl he wasn't so sure about. She pulled something out of her back pocket that shone in what little moonlight there was. She traced her finger along the edge. It was a knife. Big and shiny. The memories came to him at that moment. Her name, and everything else. He breathing started to become ragged and his eyes started to become larger. He tried to talk her out of it,
"BS put it down,"
She didn't She came closer to him so he backed into a corner. With no way out. So this is it, he thought, this is the end of Brooklyn's leader. She didn't stab his heart though; she snatched his right arm as though it was a doll's arm. She smiled that weird twisted smile again. Carefully, she brought it down, so the sharp point was just above the skin. The point flashed and then it was deep inside. Pain flooded though his body, but he could not scream. His breathing was even more ragged then before.
"I thought...you...said..."
he needed twice as much air to get out what he was trying to say,
"...that...you loved...me..."
still taking deep breaths, he stared up at her, she looked as though she was carving something, scraggly and not neat. She looked at him and hissed,
"Don't you understand Spot? I do love you. And once I'm done, it'll show quite clearly to whom your precious heart belongs."
he looked at the markings on his arm though his eyes were closing, he fought to stay conscious. His arm now bore two letters; 'B' and 'S', her nickname that was not a very kind word to have as something you were called. She smiled for the third and last time that night. She stepped away, as though admiring her work. She headed for the fire escape ladder, but before she reached it, she turned around and whispered,
"Remember Spot, I'll always love you. I'm the only one who really understands. Don't you dare forget that."
then, at the speed of darkness, she was gone.
A/N Ok, I think that's a little bit better, don't you? Yeah, I thought so. Review or else! –cough-
