Hey guys! Had the idea for a story and I thought I would give it a try, I'm not really sure how far I'm going to go with it so PLEASE let me know what you think! Thanks, please enjoy!

***Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies, but I do own my OC Killer.***

Chapter 1:

Brooklyn's streets whisper the stories of those who walk on them. They hold the secrets of the homeless who find refuge on their pavement. They mourn the deaths of those who have no one else to mourn them. If you listen closely, they will tell you these stories. Though, like everyone, they have a favorite story that they tell quite often: the story of a young orphan girl.

Her name was Mary and at the age of 6, she was abandoned by her parents. If it wasn't for the generosity of Mr. Finch, the man who ran the news boy lodging house in Brooklyn, she probably would have died. He took her under his wing and treated her as one of the boys, teaching her everything she needed to know about living on the streets.

In 1898, at the age of sixteen she was one of the toughest adolescents on the streets and had been deemed "Killer" because of it. Everyone, including the great Spot Conlon feared her, not that he would ever admit it.

She wasn't like any other girl in New York at the time. She dressed in trousers and most days hid her long brown hair under a cap. She often debated cutting it but every so often it would come in handy. Her chocolate brown eyes were soft yet tired, but had a unique spark. She normally had a small smirk dancing across her lips and when she walked she was confident. Most of the time her strides were slow and calculated, she rarely hurried anywhere, though she was quick enough that if she needed to run she could. Despite the fact that she spent hours in the sun every day her skin remained fair, splashed with freckles and more often than not bruises and cuts from some sort of fight.

That particular day she had a fresh bruise forming right under her left eye across her cheek bone. It hurt dearly, but she had trained herself not to feel it.

She began to walk through the early morning fog, her only companions being the other child workers and the pavement under her bare feet. The sun hadn't even joined them yet. She yawned but pressed on, going towards the docks. As she approached, the fog off of the harbor became thicker and thicker. The only thing she could make out was a pile of crates and a figure sitting atop them. She approached him, climbing the crates to sit a step below and on his right. He looked straight ahead into the endless fog surrounding them, and she did the same, respectfully waiting for him to address her.

"Nice shinah you'se got there," he said, glancing down at her and shifting his weight to a comfortable, leisurely pose. She looked back and shrugged her shoulders, adjusting herself accordingly to face him. "Anythin' I need to worry about?"

"Nah," she replied. "I'se took care of it." He simply nodded, dropping the subject as he stood, gesturing for her to follow him.

They walked to the Distribution Center in silence. The two had worked together long enough that the silence had become comfortable, communication without words the norm. The moment they stepped through the gates of the distribution center all the laughter and chatter ceased immediately. All of the boys looked to Spot and Killer apprehensively. Spot nodded and a collective sigh of relief fell over the crowd and they went back to whatever they were doing before.

"Spot! Spot!" A squeaking voice called from the gate. Spot turned to see a small boy running towards him. The boy's name was Squirt due to his small frame and young age. Replacing his normally happy expression was a frightened one and his face was drenched in sweat.

"What's wrong kid?" Spot asked, bending down to his level and placing his hands on the child's shoulders to steady him. Before he could respond, a gang of bulky teenagers came rushing towards them. Squirt shrieked and ran behind Spot as he stood up. The kid grabbed onto the fabric of his trousers and peaked out. Spot grabbed his cane, a reflex of his when in threatening situations. When he glanced at Killer she was stroking the key around her neck absentmindedly, something he noticed she did when she was anxious. "Well, well, well," Spot continued sending an icy glare towards the invading figures. "What do we have here?"

"Your kid was causin' trouble Conlon," one of them said in a gruff voice. Spot simply raised an eyebrow.

"One o' my newsies was causin' trouble?" Spot asked his eyes wide in sarcastic shock. "Now, sirs, you'se must be mistaken. Squirt here is harmless," he patted the child on the head before returning a smirk to the men.

"The kid tried to steal from us," one of them said.

"That's a lie!" Squirt squeaked before bringing his head back behind Spot's leg once more. Spot looked at the kid then back at the men, before bending down to face the kid.

"Squirt," he said in a soft voice. "These guys said you tried to steal, didya?" Squirt didn't speak, rather wiped his nose and shook his head. Spot looked to the ground before speaking in a musing tone "Then why did they say that?" he asked. "Are they slow or something?" he said in a slightly louder voice to insure that the men heard. When one did, he lunged forward to Spot's back but before his fist could make contact his wrist was caught by Killer. She glared at the man and tightened her grip. Spot simply chuckled. "Now, now, you'se being disrespectful tah me. See, it isn't polite tah try tah hit someone when his back is toined."

"What are you gunna do about it?" the man said with a laugh. "Sic that girl on me?" Spot simply smiled.

"Yes," he replied. At his word Killer twisted the man's arm behind his back and pulled it until there was a satisfying cracking sound. She then used her free hand to grab his other shoulder and force him to kneel and knee him in the groin in one fluid motion. When he was down, groaning in pain, she released his wrist which now had a red mark where her hand had been. She smirked at her handy work and looked at Spot for approval. He nodded, which made her grin even more.

"For your information, this here is Killah," Spot said addressing the men. "She happens to be the toughest goil in all of Brooklyn. You mess with her, well you bettah run," he added with a laugh.

"Look, we'se don't want no trouble, just keep an eye on your kids next time," one of the other men said as they backed away, dragging the one that Killer had injured. When they were out of the gates of the Center they began to run as fast as they could away.

Spot smirked, turning back to his newsies who all applauded. He turned back to Killer and gestured with his head that they should go buy their papes for the day. She nodded and they walked over.

So there's chapter 1 for you, please please please tell me what you think, if I should continue. I have most of chapter 2 set up so I might post that soon.

Also: If you are looking for a good Mush fluff story with another OC and a bit of Spot mixed in check out my other story The Different Parts of a Melody which I have been taking a break from but may continue writing soon! Thank you for taking the time to read this! :) *virtual hug*