A/N: Well, this chapter is kinda different. You'll see! Thanks for the reviews, you guys rock:)

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Newsies…..

Chapter 11:

Tears for the night

Racetrack's POV:

I didn't want her to get hurt. I didn't...and yet my mind was telling me no matter what I did, I knew she would. Me breaking up with her just hurt her even more…and I knew it'd be hard, but I didn't think it would be this hard. She was fragile, and I just broke up with her like I had no heart. But, honestly, I don't think I could have handled it. She needed someone stronger than me. I had no clue what she had been through, and I hated myself for breaking up with her. I had decided the night before I would, but when she told me what happened, I just knew I couldn't. So why did I? I couldn't think anymore. I needed to get out of Brooklyn, away from everything…and everyone. I care about Rachel, but I could only be friends with her. I told her this, and then tried to explain, but the tears that came to her eyes were too much to bear and I had to leave. I just got up and left, with all the coldness inside me. I couldn't let her know that it was hard for me. I just couldn't. I wondered if Spot would kill me for what I did to Rachel. He had become attached to her, I could tell even if it only been a couple of days. I shook my head and kept walking down the back way to Manhattan. I didn't want to go the regular way, because it'd be shorter and then I'd have to explain myself to Jack. Besides, I needed to think. I heard something that sounded like footsteps behind me but I ignored them, thinking it might have just been the mice that found their homes in the alleys of New York. But it happened again, louder and it sounded like actual footsteps this time. I turned around to see a fist coming towards me and it was the last thing I remember before blacking out.

Rachel's POV:

It was night by the time everyone had gotten back into the lodging house. It was more silent than the rest of the nights, and I knew why. I knew I had caused it, and I wished I could take it away, but I knew in my heart it would always be there, like a rain cloud just waiting for the right moment until it could drench a whole city with it's misery. I sighed deeply, then got off the cot I was sitting on and made my way back downstairs. When I got to the main room, most everyone was there, save for Blink because he had gone back to tell the Manhattan Newsies that he was staying the night. It was weird though, because he had left more than an hour ago and should be back by now. I shrugged it off as I made my way over to the table where Catherine and Spell were sitting. They both smiled up at me when I took a seat.

"So…how's it goin?" Spell asked, sharing a secret smile with Catherine. I wasn't able to answer though, because by that time Spot had sat down next to me and given Spell a 'look.'

I shrugged awkwardly, still not use to being 'Spot's girl' just I had not come to full understanding of being Race's girl, that is until he broke up with me. Oddly enough I felt no sadness to it, just hopelessness. I didn't understand why he would break up with me, or any of that sort of nonsense. It just didn't make sense. And after he did, he just got up and walked away, the opposite way of which he was supposed to be going. Which led me to wonder where he was, because I hadn't seen him cross the Brooklyn bridge to get to Manhattan. I just hoped he didn't take the back way. It was usually called the deadly way ever since three boys went missing six years ago when they were walking back to Manhattan and didn't want to take the main route.

"Rach?" Spot's voice penetrated through my thoughts. I looked up at him, surprised. "What's da matta?"

I shook my head. "Nothin' I just got dis feelin' sometin' bads about ta happen." I said, sighing.

Spot squeezed my hand. "Nothin' gonna happen. Doncha worry."

I smiled up at him and then looked around the room. Kid still wasn't back. "Hey, Catherine?"

Catherine perked up. "Yeah?" She asked.

"Where's Kid?"

A worried look came over her face as she scanned the room and then stood up as if Kid would somehow be sitting on the floor or trying to hide from her. I detached my hand from Spot's and stood up to, as did Spell. I looked back at Catherine whose face was one of worry. "When was he supposed ta come back?" I asked, hoping that it'd be later tonight, although I knew deep down that it wouldn't be.

"Soon as he tells 'em he's stayin' here." Spell answered in a barely audible whisper. By this time, obviously sensing our alarm, Spot stood up too. "But he should be back now, shouldn't he?" She asked nervously.

Suddenly I heard yelling from outside. Followed by the others, I ran outside to see Blink running towards us, waving his arms frantically. "They've got 'em! They've got 'em!" He yelled and the stopped when he got a few feet in front of us. He was on his knees, gasping for breath, so Catherine kneeled by him and grabbed his hand.

"Kid, whatcha mean?" She asked.

He looked up at me. "Oscar's got Race and Jack." He said.

I felt my legs go before I even realized what was happening. Spot caught me just in time as Spell let out a loud scream of anguish. Ricky went to her and grabbed her in a hug but she just kept crying for Jack. I held on tightly to Spot's arms as I tried to comprehend what was happening. It couldn't be…it just couldn't have happened. As tears started flowing freely down my face I screamed for Jack and for Race.

As I screamed, nighttime slowly began to mourn as the rain fell.

A/N: Well, now. I'm evil, I know it. You can say it, I know it. Teehee. Review!