Author note: So, I hope you enjoy and have a nice day…

Spot, being the arrogant bastard he is, acted as if he owned the damn hall, ordering newsies here and there. It was quite a sight if you will. I kept my distance from anybody who looked as if they wanted to start a fight because I wasn't up to kicking some ass tonight.

"Well isn't dis awkward," came a harsh voice.

I was caught up in a conversation with Race, but the voice cut me off. I turned towards a figure in who I remembered to be the boy from the docks. Alleyn I believe.

"What brings you here?" I asked coolly, eyeing him closely.

"I heard dat I could find da leadah of Brooklyn heah," Alleyn said, popping a cigarette in his mouth. "Where is he?"

"I don't know," I said hotly. "I'm not his damn keeper."

I turned away to leave but once again Alleyn's voice cut me off. "Well can you point 'im out to me?" he asked.

"No," I said, sending him an icy look.

"Well den can I get a dance?"

"No, but you can get out of my sight," I warned, my anger level rising.

Apparently he still doesn't quite know who I am, and I wasn't in the mood to introduce her to him, her being Eve Carter. I wasn't in the mood of making my reputation worse than it already was.

Alleyn caught me arm before I could leave, and I gripped my fists in anger.

"If you were wise, you incompetent, then you'd remove your hand," I said calmly.

"Everythin okay, Nomes?" a voice asked which made Alleyn release me.

I looked up at the keeper of the deep Brooklyn voice and smiled at Spot. "I'm fine," I started, "but he's not going to be in five minutes." I nodded towards Alleyn who merely shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Who're you?" Spot asked, stepping in front of me slightly as he crossed his arms firmly over his chest.

"Ah, I take it yer da famous leadah I've been lookin for," Alleyn said boredly. "I'm Alleyn."

"Spot," Spot said emotionlessly.

"So I've heard," Alleyn chuckled. "How and where do I become one of yer newsies?"

"Dis ain't da time to talk about dat," Spot said. "Come by da lodgin house tomorrow mornin and I'll fit ya in if yer good enough."

"Oh I'm good enough," Alleyn defended himself.

"You better damn well hope you are," Spot said sternly, "'cause to test yer fightin ability you gotta fight her." Spot pointed back at me with his thumb and I smirked evilly at Alleyn.

"Her?" the boy asked. "I hafta fight her? Yer kiddin, right?"

"For yer sake you better hope I'm kiddin," Spot said, narrowing his eyes. "Better yet, I don't think you'll be able to take a beating like dat. I can probably hook you up a small fight with one of my weaker newsies."

"What? You afraid I'm gonna hoit da poor goil?"

Spot laughed and looked Alleyn straight in the eyes. "It's you who needs to be worryin 'bout yer life, my friend, every time yer near her."

"And what exactly can dis lass do?" Alleyn questioned, looking me up and down.

"Want me to demonstrate?" I asked, my smirk deepening.

"No, Anomie, da bulls will come if dey knew you started a fight," Spot chuckled.

Alleyn rolled his eyes and sighed in boredom. "Is there anything I need to know? Like any rules?" he questioned.

"Yeah, there is one big rule," Spot said. "Never, and I mean never, get near my goil if I'm not there to kick yer pathetic ass."

"Oh? And who is it that I need to stay away from?" Alleyn asked, waiting for some whore to pop up and throw herself on Spot…as if they had the guts.

"You're looking at her," I said once Alleyn's gaze settled on me.

"Oh, so yer da leadah's goil? I wasn't expectin dat."

"Yeah, and you bettah keep yer distance if you know what's good for you," Spot warned with a deadly tone dripping from his voice.

Alleyn smirked and nodded in obedience. He sent me a glance before he turned around and lost himself with the crowded newsies.

"Were you being serious?" I asked.

Spot slightly turned towards me and the corners of his lips turned up. "'Bout you fightin him? Of course," he said. "He seems confident enough, and he apparently doesn't know who you are. We'll give him a real scare."

I grinned and chuckled as I shook my head. I took in a sharp breath in an attempt to breathe under the pressure of the deadly device around me. Spot turned around, not noticing my need for air, and began to walk off.

"Oh dear God," I said, taking another sharp breath.

"Anomie, you okay?" Cadince asked as she approached me.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. I can breathe perfectly," I told her with my sarcastic tone.

Cadince furrowed her eyebrows as she went from being one person to a duo. The two Cadince's formed back together only to separate again.

"When did you get a twin?" I asked, squinting slightly.

My head was spinning rapidly from lack of breath, and quite frankly nobody seemed to notice my awkward sway. I stumbled forward slightly as Cadince caught me by the shoulders before I met the floor. She pushed me up to a full standing position and studied my features.

"You drunk, Nomes?" she inquired worriedly. "Or are you just plain out of it?"

"I'm fine!" I snapped, pushing her hands away, refusing the help she offered.

I was not weak, and I wouldn't let a mere corset cause me the pain I was so used to. I shouldn't be so vulnerable like this; all the other girls didn't have a problem with wearing the torture device, but then again I wasn't like all the other girls. My sides were aching terribly from the death grip of the corset, and I craved for a real breath of air.

I swallowed down the cry of pain that was building up in my throat as I leaned against a table to support my weight that my feel could no longer hold. The crowd of drunk and chaotic newsies spun in my vision as I forced them to connect once more. Why was this happening to me?

The world tuned in and out, the noise of cheers and the echo of Jack's voice on stage went through one ear and out the other. I heard Spot say a couple of words as he stood beside Jack, David on the other side as they entertained the crowded hall with a flashback of the strike. Whatever it was they were saying I couldn't understand.

I walked forward to regain my composure as my vision became clearer. I was sure that I was regaining my senses until everything suddenly went quiet, although I could still vaguely hear the voices on stage, and my knees buckled together. Before I even had the chance to even shout out in attempt to grab someone's attention the force of my back hitting the floor helped knock the rest of the air out of me.

My vision blurred as I lay sprawled out on the floor and yells from concerned boys entered my ears. The world went black before I could summon up the strength to get up.

((Audience POV))

Gasps came from all over as everyone stared in horror at the girl on the floor. Spot squinted to see what was going on, but the crowd was too thick. He switched his gaze to Cadince, but the look on her usual calm face made his heart leap into his throat. The crowd moved back some and Spot soon had full vision of the person lying on the floor.

"Shit!" Spot cursed under his breath as he immediately jumped off the stage and ordered everyone in his way to move.

Cadince was immediately at Anomie's side and Spot was soon there as well. The fallen girl was unconscious, but what worried Spot the most was the shallow breaths that released from her throat. Beads of sweat trickled off her forehead and Spot cluelessly ran his hand through her hand.

"What the hell happened?" he asked the silent newsies.

"She just past out, Spot," a brave newsie explained.

Spot didn't need any further information as he moved his hands under Anomie to pick her up. He held her up by her shoulders and slipped his other hand under her knees and lifted her off the ground. The once noisy newsies, now silent as ever, moved quickly out of the way as Spot headed straight for the door.

Jack jumped off stage and ran after the Brooklyn leader once he saw Cadince following as well.

"Sorry Medda," Jack explained as he kissed the beautiful, red haired woman before he ran out the door after Spot.

"Take her to the hospital," Cadince said to Spot as Stephen caught up with the group as well.

Spot nodded and followed Jack as he led the way to Manhattan's hospital, which wasn't so crowded. Once the worried group entered a nurse was immediately at their service.

"Doctor!" she called. "Doctor, come quick!"

A man was soon in their presence and took one look at the young girl that was held firmly in Spot's arms. He furrowed his eyebrows but acted quickly as he took Anomie from Spot and disappeared behind another door.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Jack asked, glancing at the speechless Spot Conlon.

"I can't say," the nurse said, "but Dr. Wayne will help her as much as he can. Please, have a seat."

Spot sighed impatiently through his nose as he took a seat in one of the many vacant chairs, Stephen occupying the chair next to his.

Spot rested his elbows on his knees as he balanced his chin on his hand, running the other through his light brown hair. There was nothing anyone could do now but pray for the best, which led to waiting and sighing in concern.

Next Chapter: Is Anomie okay, or is she injured from not only the corset but the fall as well?

Author note: well, you'll see what happens in the next chapter. Thanks for reading!