A/N: Okay, here's my next chapter. I know, I know, it's another sappy one. Sorry Bittah! But I had to fit this in somewhere. Anyway, if you haven't noticed, if I can, I usually like to use chapter names that either you don't get until the end of the chapter, or, they have dual meaning's. This one's kinda both. But I thought I'd just say that Felicity isn't just a name, it's also a noun meaning "bliss" or "great happiness". But, without further ado (except for my quick Disclaimer) here's the chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies, nor any of their characters, Disney does. Though, their only character in this chapter is Spot Conlon.

Chapter Twenty: No More Felicity

Criss-Cross kept her eyes closed as Henna applied a henna eyeliner, claiming that it was the current fashion in Africa. Criss-Cross had no idea if it truly was. She didn't even know the current fashion in New York, let alone in the rest of the world.

Even with her eyes closed, Criss-Cross could still see the design that Henna had come up with the tattoo onto Criss-Cross's shoulder. It was the initials SC and FB linked together. They stood for her loved ones that had died. The first obviously was Spot Conlon. The second was Felicity Bates, also known as Frisk.

She bit back tears as she always did at the thought of Frisk. Henna noticed the small motion, and told her to relax, and so she did, her mind floating back to a day four years earlier as Henna began work on the tattoo that was to go on her left shoulder.

"Heya Kattie," a thirteen year-old Spot Conlon said, walking into the great room in which ten year-old Criss-Cross sat. He ruffled her blonde hair playfully and gave a tug at the brown lock.

She shoved his hand away playfully and grinned at her older brother. "Moinin' Spot. How'd ya sleep?"

He shrugged and flopped into the chair next to her. "A'ight I'se guess. Ya ready ta get outta heah?"

Criss-Cross nodded sleepily as Win came in and ruffled her hair, just as Spot had done. "Criminy," she joked, "Are all a yas gonna do dat ta me's from now on?"

Laughing, Spot held out his hand and yanked his sister to her feet, reaching out to ruffle her hair again jokingly, but she had the Conlon speed, and grabbed his wrist, keeping him from reaching her head. Grinning, her ruffled her hair with his other hand before turning towards the door.

In the entryway, the two grabbed their hats, and shoved them on their heads, Criss-Cross stuffing her hair up into hers first. As Spot opened the door, an out-of-breath Advantage fell across the threshold.

"What's da mattah Ad?" Criss-Cross asked.

"Yeah, yas look like yas jus' ran ta Manhattan an' back," Spot added, joking. But then he saw his right-hand's expression and his face turned grave.

Gasping for breath, Advantage spluttered, "It's Frisk Bates a Queens."

"Frisk!" Criss-Cross exclaimed before Spot could even say anything. "What's da mattah wit' her?"

"She's, aw jesus Spot, she's dead!"

"What!" Exclaimed Spot as Criss-Cross fell back against the wall in shock, her expression silent and her breathing becoming more and more shallow. Frisk was dead? How could she be? Thoughts raced through the ten year-old's head as Advantage spoke again.

"Moidahed. Musta done it durin' da night da dn bastards. Nobody coulda gotten Frisk. She's neah as tough as you'se!"

Spot nodded his consent, and then turned worriedly to his sister who was gasping for air just as badly as Ad was, if not even worse. Her airways had locked up tight, and her face had begun to turn blue from lack of air. Walking over to her, he put his hands hard on her shoulder and gave her a shake, saying, "Kattie! Criss-Cross! Come on goil! Breathe!"

He gave her another hard shake that made her blink her unfocused eyes and look at him. Giving her another hard shake, he yelled, "Breathe!"

Suddenly she drew in a fast, harsh breath, before falling sobbing against his chest, held tight by his strong arms. Her surrogate older sister, and the first real family member she could remember clearly, was dead. She let herself go completely, sobbing into her brother's chest and he hugged her furiously tight and order the other boys to go head out and start selling, wanting to save her the embarrassment of them witnessing her sobs.

"Ya can open yer eyes now," Henna's voice said in her ear, and Criss-Cross opened two eyes blurred with tears from the memory, and beheld the FB on the tattoo sample that would adorn her shoulder. Silently, she thought, my Felicity's gone, an' she's nevah comin' back, jus' like Spot…

With that thought, Criss-Cross was forced to close her eyes shut tight, to stop the tears that threatened from coming out. Both her siblings were now dead. She had no one left. A great depression settled into her stomach as she thought, I'm all alone...

A/N: Okay, hope you liked it. I think it's okay, but I just want to get on with the next chapter! lol Anyway, now for the SOs!

Shout Outs:

Skater: I know! It was horrible! tear But I had to do it for the story plot! sniffs too If it didn't have to be for the plot, then I wouldn't have done it! I love all the guys too much! And I'm glad it was quick enough for you. Was this one quick enough too?

Whisper: Yes! She did! lol I thought it would fit her character in the moment. It is sad though! But things get worse! Or, at least in my opinion they do. Because now, after chapters like this where you get to see the brother-sister relationship between Spot and Criss-Cross, I think it makes thinking about him being dead worse. lol And I'm writing as fast as I can, because I wanna see what happens too! teehee! And I'm glad you think it's natural, and that the introductions aren't too horrible. I always worry that they will be, especially since I chose 19 characters from my CC. teehee

Angelfish: lol Yeah. There's tons going on. I hope that doesn't make the story confusing… And I'll try to put up chapters as fast as I can. lol I love your character's bf Bullet. He's too cool for his own good, but oh well! lol And I'm glad you like what I'm doing with Striker. Suspense is fun! hehe!

Bittah: Yeah, I know, I want to see fighting too. lol Sappy stuff's sometimes fun, but the action's better in my opinion. This chapter was difficult to write cuz of the sappyness of it, and just because of the emotions in general. Anyways, glad you like it, and I'm trying to get more as fast as I can! And yay! You wrote more on your story! But I still want even more! More!

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