Author Note: Hey, thanks guys for the reviews! I'm glad you think my story is interesting so far. Anyways, I just wanted to say that my chapters are like 4-6 pages long, probably longer, so sorry if they seem short.

Oh, sorry if this chapter seems confusing, I tried my best.

I didn't bother to change my outfit, I still wasn't quite sure if I was going to stay permanently. I didn't even know where Uncle Bryan was. Hopefully still in New York. I guess you can say that I resurrected. Yeah, I was dead once. No, not literally. It's not easy to explain, but I guess I can try.

You see, on the day of my ninth birthday, my mother passed away. Right in front of me. I was holding onto her hand for dear life, hoping that she'd come back; hoping that it was just some birthday trick. But it wasn't. Her eyes slowly closed, and her sweet, relaxing voice faded away. I couldn't quite hear what she had said, but I wish I had. I screamed for my father.

He ran into the room and knew right then and there that she was dead. He didn't shed one tear. Instead he just kicked me out of the room and told me to go play. It wasn't but a few days later that I learned daddy had poisoned mommy, so they arrested him. My heart faded that day. The policeman told me that I was going to go live with my uncle in New York. I didn't protest, because I knew if I did that I'd have nowhere to go.

For the next few years, it was great living with my uncle. He treated me like one of his own, because he didn't have any children. He was a wealthy man, and we lived in a huge house. We were like best friends. Up until I turned sixteen. He became a bit…crazy. He acted like a maniac, blaming his accidents on me. He blamed everything on me. Then it got aggressive. His mental abuse turned into physical abuse.

He didn't hurt me, because I learned to block out the pain. He would strike me a few times across the face, but that was about it. He mainly beat up on his idiotic goons. I knew them as Dumb, Dumber, and Dumbest. I named them myself. They were so stupid sometimes. Anyways, I kept my distance from my uncle when he had one of his tempers. Then, on my seventeenth birthday, he did something. Something so sneaky and sly that he bragged about it on and on.

It was terrifying, actually. After awhile he began to plot more illegal plans. Then it became more serious. I came to him one day, telling him that what he was doing was wrong. And you know what happened? He lost his temper. He told me that I was the fugitive, and that I was the bad person. Later that day he set the house on fire, with innocent people still inside. He must've found out that I had escaped and came after me, locking me up in that cell for three months.

I died that day. My heart grew cold, and my soul faded in and out. And now I'm back. Back for revenge.

And now I'm here, in the Brooklyn Lodging House. Earlier Spot had told me to go to the docks. Where exactly is that?

I shrugged and walked out the door, studying the scenery. So much has changed over the past three months. I had to admit it…it looked nice. I heard someone yelling,

"Extry, extry! Read all 'bout it! Cat kills kid!" I raised an eyebrow. Cats killing kids…what kind of place is this?

"It's improving the truth," I heard someone say behind me. I twirled around to come face-to-face with Splinter. He was grinning. He held his papers at his side.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, you seem to be confused. You see, we newsies make the articles a little more interesting. Observe." He held up one of her papers.

"Goose grows extra head, read all 'bout it!" I tilted my head as a man approached Splinter and bought the paper.

"That's lying," I told him. "What's the real article say?" He looked at another paper and read off.

"Geese fight over bread crumbs." He wrinkled his eyebrows, "What a lame article," he mumbled. I laughed.

"Can you please show me to the docks?" I asked him. Splinter smiled,

"'Course I can." He turned around and headed into a different direction. "Follow me." I obeyed and followed behind him.

It wasn't long until we came upon a dock, with people coming and going across it.

"Pedestrians take ova until we newsies come," he said. "Why you wanna be at da docks?"

"Spot told me to come here until he got done selling newspapers." Splinter nodded,

"Alright, I see youse later, okay?" I nodded and smiled as he walked away. I walked on the docks and sat, my legs hanging off the side. A breeze brushed by, causing my hair to flow along with its rhythm. I probably shouldn't have let down my guard, because a bunch of tough looking boys were walking my way.

"Well, look at what we's got here, fellas," the first one said. I rose to my feet.

"Hey sweet face, what's yer name?" I backed away,

"That doesn't really concern you," I told him, in my cold, deadly voice. He laughed at my bravery.

"Here dat boys, da goils got spunk." I glared at him, trying to scare him off. Nope, he was still there. He smirked, and grabbed my arm.

"C'mon, don't put up a fight, babe. I ain't gonna hoit ya." That was it. My temper got the best of me. I brought my knee up, and kneed him where it hurts. He let out a painful cry and bent down. I took my elbow and hit him in the back of the neck. The other boys glared and began to gang up on me.

I looked at each of their faces as they circled around me. One of the boys lunged at me. The other boys moved out of the way as the boy and I fell backwards into the water. If I were above water right now I'd laugh…because I don't know how to swim.

I opened my mouth to breath, bad idea. I let out my breath of air as water flooded my mouth. I opened my eyes to see if I could spot the other boy. He was still underwater, floating. He kicked his feet and rose to the surface. Great, now I get to drown. I was losing my consciousness quickly. I was sinking. Then, a hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling my forcefully to the surface.

I sucked in as much air as my lungs could hold and let it out. Ah, air! I never thought I'd miss it. I could hear yelling on the docks, and as I was pulled up to them I could see Spot and Tick beating up on the other boys. They must've seen the boy lunge at me earlier. I turned to my rescuer, and smiled at Dice. The boy that had lunged at me was lying on the dock, unconscious and bleeding. The gang of boys ran away in fear, glancing back at me.

Before they got far, I heard one of them whisper to the other, "She must be Spot's girl." Wrong! I'm not anybody's girl. A hand suddenly appeared in front of my face. I followed the hand up to Spot's face. He didn't show any sign of emotion. I grabbed it and was pulled to my feet.

"You alright?" he asked. I nodded and looked at the unconscious boy.

"Thanks," I said. The three boys nodded.

"Youse did a good numba on their leada. Where did youse learn ta fight like dat?" Spot asked me. I shrugged.

"Just got lucky," I lied. Spot could probably tell that I was lying, but didn't question me about it, which I mentally thanked him for. Another small breeze came by, making me shiver.

"Dice! Take Sage back to tha Lodging House so's she can get dried up," Spot demanded. Dice obeyed and led me away from the docks.

"If them goons 'cause youse anymore trouble, you jus' come to me," Dice told me.

"Okay," I responded. He smiled, showing off his teeth. I wrapped my arms around myself to keep warm. Man, its cold, I thought. We arrived at the Lodging House, and I immediately ran up to the girl's room and grabbed a change of clothes. I found a brown skirt and a pink shirt. No exactly my color, but it'll do. I went to the washroom and threw off my wet clothes. I dried off my body and changed into the other outfit. I wringed out my hair and combed it out.

There wasn't much I could do with it until it dried, so I just let it hang for the time being. I ran back downstairs to see that Dice had been waiting for me. He smiled and escorted me outside.

"So, Dice. What's the secret behind your name?" I asked. He shrugged,

"I'm pretty good at guessing what number a dice would land on."

"Really? That's really cool," I told him. He blushed and observed his shoes. I watched random people walk into shops, and children beg their parents for just one piece of candy. I smiled as we made our way back to the docks. The Brooklyn newsies have now taken over it, jumping off the sides and into the cold river. I shivered and spotted Spot lecturing some kid who looked to be a year or two younger than me.

"Do I make myself clear?" I heard him say, in a too calm voice. The boy hung his head and nodded.

"Yes, sir, I do," he said.

"Good, now get outta my sight!" The boy ran off. Dice seemed to have wondered away as I made my way over to Spot.

"Not much of a people person, huh?" I said. Spot looked down at me from his tower of crates.

"I gotta good name out here. People hear of me dey run away screamin."

"You don't seem to be that bad," I told him. Spot looked surprised at this.

"Yeah, well, jus' because I save youse doesn't mean I have a kind heart." I laughed,

"If you were a horrible person then you would've left me in that cell," I told him. It was kind of cute to watch him try to cover up his kindness with his bad boy attitude.

"Well, it wouldn't be right for me to leave a goil locked up," he said. I shook my head,

"My uncle had no problem doing it." Spot shrugged,

"Doesn't mean I'll do it."

I smiled, making him blush slightly,

"Why were you at the warehouse anyway?" I asked.

"I was runnin from a cop," he said. "Got los' and decided to explore tha area." I then noticed the key around his neck.

"Where did you find that thing?" I asked him. He looked down at the silver key, and then turned his gaze back to me.

"On tha ground somewheres when I was sellin me papes one day."

"In Brooklyn?" I asked.

"No, in Pennsylvania. Yes Brooklyn!" I shrugged,

"I didn't mean to sound stupid. How long ago did you find it?"

"A month before tha strike."

"What strike?" I asked.

"The newsies strike."

"Wow, I must've missed a lot," I said.

Spot jumped down from the crates and peered off into the distance of Brooklyn. I turned to see what he was looking at. A boy was approaching us.

"What is it, Spark?" Spot asked him. The boy was dressed in mainly black, his black hair hidden underneath a cabby hat.

"Dere is some trouble up that way," he said, pointing off into the distance.

"Some punks is messin with a couple of yer newsies." I watched Spot closely. His relaxed expression immediately turned cold. He clenched his cane in his right hand, and climbed back up to the crates.

"Hey, I need Splinter, Dice, Tick, and Shooter to comes with me!" He shouted. The four boys ran up.

"What's goin on Spot?" Splinter asked.

"A few of our newsies need us," he responded, jumping back down, and landing beside me. "Spark, you comes too." The boy known as Spark nodded.

Spot then turned to me,

"Youse stay here, okay?" he said. I nodded. The boys gave me a quick wave goodbye and sprinted off. I watched them leave, wondering what was happening.

I was taken back to the Lodging House by one of Spot's newsies. It was probably around lunchtime now, and I was starving. I had skipped breakfast earlier, because I'm an idiot. I hadn't eaten for five days, so I was practically dying! There was a poker game going on, and I sat and watched, thinking of none other than food.

I heard the front door open, and heard some whispers. Spot and the others emerged into the room, a couple of other newsies at their sides. Spot had a few scratches and bruises here, but nothing serious. The other boys seemed to be okay as well, since they weren't whining. Spot looked at me.

"Hungry?" he asked. He must've read my thoughts. I nodded with wide eyes.

"C'mon," he motioned me to follow him. We left the Lodging House and were now heading down the street. We soon came upon a restaurant, and my mouth watered.

Finally…food…