A/N: My first story ever! Yeah so this idea just popped into my head the other day, so I thought I'd give it a shot. A little angst, a little romance, but to tell you the truth, I have no idea where this is going, hence the rating (just to be safe).
Disclaimer: If you don't recognize it from the movie, I probably own it.
Summary: Spot Conlon has built a world of power around him, and he will do anything to ensure that he stays in control, even if it means hurting the one person who ever truely loved him. After all, power does come before love.
Priorities
Chapter 1
Spot scanned the horizon in front of him, taking it all in. The morning sunlight creeping past the crumbling buildings, the dusty streets worn down and tired, the dark alleys daring someone to challenge their labyrinth. The docks were spread out in front of him, quiet but strong, like a carpet leading up to his throne. He grinned, leaning back on his perch, and waited for the city to wake.
Spot Conlon had quite a reputation. New York's streets were constantly whispering his name. He was infamous throughout the city, viewed as a serious threat, one that was best off left alone. But what made Spot so feared? Why did he rise when others fell? How does he stay in control? Many people think they have it figured out.
He doesn't feel.
He's merciless.
He's brutal.
It's funny how easily truths stay hidden yet lies spread like fire. Not that Spot minds. No, all the lies do is fuel his power, keeping him at the top. And it's going to stay that way, as far as he is concerned. So what if no one knows the real him. In fact, he's happy no one understands him. If they did, they could use it to their advantage, making him weak. Weak. What a pathetic word. Only the strong survive. The weak have no place in Spot's world. He made it that way, after all. Ever since he had taken over, the streets have gotten tougher and the rules more strict. Order was installed. Nothing could destroy what he had built. His domain was strong, and every day he seemed to only get stronger.
Spot sat up and leaned forward, his eyes following the occasional passerby. A few of them looked across the docks, and noticed his head inclined in their direction. They all quickened their pace and didn't look back again. Spot felt satisfaction. Being feared tends to do that to you.
"I will never be destroyed," he whispered to himself.
Fate seemed to have different plans...
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