Author note: Hope you like this chapter!

Audience P.O.V

Everybody stared helplessly at the retreating carriage, listening to Sage's screams for help. What got everybody was the fact that she was screaming for…Spot.

"What jus' happened?" Scout spoke up.

"Oh, Sage jus' got kidnapped," Jack said with a wave of his hand like it was nothing. "Oh, wait…she jus' got kidnapped!" Scout pulled the hat off of her head and smacked Jack in the back of the head with it.

"Where are dey takin 'er?" Race asked.

"I think I know," Spot said. He turned to the Manhattaners with a look of worry. "We gotta save 'er!"

"But how?" Les asked. Spot glanced down at him.

"We need ta gather our newsies!" he said to Jack. Jack nodded and turned to the Manhattan newsies.

"Youse heard him! We's gotta save Sage!" he yelled. The Manhattaners nodded.

"But what's da plan, Jack?" Boots asked. Jack then turned to Spot with his eyebrows raised.

"What's da plan, Spot?" Jack repeated. Spot glanced around, trying to think.

"I dunno yet," he finally said. "But we can't let dem hurt 'er! I'll gather me Brooklyn newsies, and den we'll come back over here ta think up a plan." Everyone agreed.

"But…what if dey already killed 'er?" somebody asked. Spot sent them a death glare.

"Sage is strong, she ain't gonna let 'em hurt 'er; not dat quick."

"How can youse be so sure?" another kid asked.

"Shut up!" Scout growled. "If Spot says she's okay, den she's okay!" Everyone kept quiet as Spot sighed inwardly. He said a few things to Jack and Scout.

"Youse guys get weapons, as much as ya can, got it?"

"But what for, Spot? We can take 'em with our fists," Scout said.

"I have a feelin we's is gonna need 'em," Spot said. Jack and Scout nodded as Spot departed for Brooklyn to gather his newsies.

Normal P.O.V

The image of Spot standing in the middle of the street played over and over again in my head. I glanced over at Wayne, one of my uncle's goons. He held a gun at my side and his hand was over my mouth.

I let a few tears slip down my cheeks and fall onto his hand. My father's eyes wandered over to me, and I could see something gleaming in them. I couldn't tell if it was remorse, or power. I closed my eyes to let more tears fall as Wayne poked me with the gun. I whimpered as we went over a bump, and I was sure he was going to slip and pull the trigger.

I remembered at one point Spot showed me how to get out of a situation like this, but for some reason I couldn't remember it. My mind was betraying me as my heart pounded fearfully against my chest. I was too afraid to try anything. I wanted so bad to curl up and die, not be here with a gun at my side.

"We're almost there," Wayne said to my father. His breath caused me to flinch. His voice was annoying, as he smelt awkward. My father nodded as we went over more bumps. I closed my eyes shut tightly as it took forever to get to wherever we were going. Just a few minutes ago we went over a bridge, but I'm not sure which one.

The carriage soon came to a sudden stop and the carriage door opened. I was forcefully pulled out and I stared wide eyed at the building before me.

The warehouse…I thought. When I didn't move, I was shoved forward and felt the gun at my temple. Somebody pulled my arms behind me and I could feel a rope being tied around my wrists. There were some men waiting for us outside of the warehouse, and I seen another one of my uncle's goons – Richard, I think. Wayne guided me to the warehouse door.

"Is he here?" he asked, his stinky breath causing me to get dizzy. Richard and the man beside him nodded and opened the door. Before I was pushed in Wayne tied a handkerchief around my mouth, and I tried biting into it to get it off. It was no use, it was tied tight.

The warehouse was dark, and the windows were covered up with dark, black sheets. There were a few lights on, and to my amazement there were at least a hundred men sitting around.

My father quickly walked past me and to the middle of the room where, yet, another man was standing. The man turned around, and I felt my heart racing furiously. I could feel more tears falling down my cheeks as I turned to run, but I saw Wayne fingering the trigger. I stopped and turned back to my father and…my uncle.

"Well, well, well," my uncle's voice echoed off the walls. "Look what we have here." I stepped back slightly but ran into Wayne. He chuckled as he pushed me forward slightly.

"Well, if you wanted to get close then why didn't you just say so," he whispered in my ear. I whimpered as my father gave him a stern look.

"Quiet down, Wayne," my uncle said. He made a hand motion for me to come here. Wayne pushed me to the middle of the room to my uncle. When we were close enough he stopped.

"We still have a deal, right?" my father asked.

"Of course," my uncle said. He then turned to me. "Now, how exactly did you escape?" The handkerchief was then removed and I took a deep gasp of air. I didn't exactly like breathing out of my nose. My uncle raised his eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

"I won't repeat myself," he said.

"Yeah, he won't repeat himself," Wayne said. My uncle rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Drop dead," I said, my voice icy cold. Without warning my uncle brought his hand back and struck me across the face. My father looked away as I let more tears fall.

"What was that?" my uncle asked. I glared down at the ground.

"I said…" I began to wonder if I should say that again… "I'm sorry," I lied.

"That's better," Uncle Bryan said. "So, how did you escape?" When I didn't answer my uncle grunted and turned to the lazy men sitting around. "Do any of you know?"

"A boy," a man sitting on a crate said. I looked over at him in disbelief. How did he know? "A boy got her out."

"How?" Uncle Bryan asked.

"One of your idiots lost a key," the man said, rising to his feet and walking out of the shadows. "A boy found the key and got her out."

"How did he know she was down here?"

"He didn't, he was trespassing." The man looked straight at me with disgust. "It was the night I was supposed to watch her, to make sure she was sufferin. When I woke up I saw a boy opening up the trap door. I don't think he saw me, though," the man said, looking proud of himself.

"And you did nothing to stop him?" my uncle's voice echoed. The man nervously glanced around the room.

"I was just told to watch her, not beat up some kid," he said. My uncle growled as he pulled a gun out of his pocket and shot the man dead. I jumped as the sound echoed, and stared wide eyed at the body on the floor.

"Idiots!" my uncle said. "You're all a bunch of idiots! What was the boy's name?" The men glanced at each other. How would they know?

"He was a newsy," another man said, fear in his voice. "Newsies go by nicknames."

"Well, what was his?" my uncle yelled. The man flinched.

"I think it was Spot." How would he know? My father's head shot up at the sound of the name. Wait, that's right, I told him about Spot in one of my letters.

"Spot what?" my uncle asked.

"Spot Conlon." I gritted my teeth as my cheek stung from being slapped. My uncle turned his gaze back to me.

"I bet you're wondering how my men know this," he said. I glanced up at him. "Well," he started, playing with the gun in his hand. "You see, after you escaped, I had some of my men follow you. And when you walked by the place the mansion used to stand, I had one of my men to put a fake note on the ground." I glanced over at my father who sighed deeply.

"Can we just get this over with?" he asked. My uncle sent him a glare.

"Shut up," he said. "Not until I finish." What were they planning on doing to me?

"Now, where was I? Oh, yes, you were being followed. The whole time. I didn't want to capture you just yet, not until I was sure of our plan." He sent his men a look, and they all returned grins.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I whispered.

"Don't you see? It was a plan, the whole time. Your mother's death, Sam's death-"

"What?" I screamed. My uncle chuckled.

"Sam didn't drown, Sage," he said. "She was going to live, but we couldn't have that. So we did what was best…we killed her." I felt anger rise in me. Sam could've lived! She didn't drown! The whole time she was unconscious, and I could've helped her!

"You bastard!" I screamed. My uncle smiled evilly as he studied his gun.

"I didn't kill her," he said. His eyes then switched over to my father. "He did." I stared at my father in anger and surprise. I could feel myself becoming dry of tears.

"How could you?" I yelled. "Your own daughter!"

"Sam wasn't his daughter, fool!" My uncle hissed. "Sam had a different father! Your parents just never told either of you. But you…you are his daughter." I felt ashamed. My whole life…it was just one big lie.

"You're sick!" I said, trying to stop crying. "Why are you doing this?"

"I guess you didn't know after all," my uncle said.

"Know what?" I asked.

"Of how rich your family really was. Your mother inherited thousands and thousands of dollars, money in which you possess." I gave my uncle a confused look. "If your mother were to die, then that money would be left to Sam, and if Sam were to die, then that money would be left to you."

"What about-"

"Your mother wouldn't leave the money to Shane…unless something was to happen to you and Sam." I looked away from my uncle. This couldn't be true.

"I guess you never knew of how much money it was. It is more than you could count, my dear, and if you were to suddenly die…then that money would be in Shane's possession."

"Oh, and let me guess, it was your plan to kill me and split it," I said, anger in my voice.

"Precisely. You know, you aren't as stupid as I thought you were. When I left you here in the cell for days I was hoping that you'd die and we could collect our money-"

"Why not lie and say I was dead?" I yelled.

"Because we need proof…and that proof is a lifeless body." I shook my head as I bit my lip. "But we aren't going to kill you just yet." Figures, he'll just let me suffer! I was then dragged to the trap door and shoved down the steps. I tried to resist being pushed down the long hallway as the big door of the cell stood at the other end. Wayne then pulled a key out of his pocket and tried unlocking the door as I struggled in his grasp.

"No!" I screamed. "Let me go!" Wayne growled as he pushed me against the wall and tried to keep me still as he unlocked the door. I was then pushed in it as my screams echoed through the hallway. Wayne pulled the door shut and stared at me through the barred window on the door. I looked up from the ground.

"Sleep tight," he said. He then disappeared as I sat weakly on the hard, cold ground. I then crawled up against the wall and buried my head in my knees and cried…cried for mom, Sam…and Spot. I've let them all down, and now Uncle Bryan and my father get to kill me. I lost and they won. There's nothing more to wait for…

Author note: Yes, I am breaking this one up, too. So, you just have to wait for the next chapter to see Spot yell at Madison.

Next chapter: Spot tells Madison to back off when she won't let him rescue Sage.

Sage tries to find a way out of the cell.

Spot and Jack gather newsies up to save Sage. Do they save her, or is it too late? Will they gather up enough newsies to fight Sage's uncle's men?