Author's Note: I do not own any of the Newsies characters. I do own Vixen, Ariel, Blade and Tick.
Vixen sat on the cot, staring at the wall, as a tear rolled down her cheek. She looked over at Spot who was peering out the small, basement window. "Spot?" Vixen's voice sounded thin. Spot didn't answer her. "Spot? Why did you make me come with you?"
"I told you."
"No, you didn't."
"I need you. I can't be alone right now."
"Why? What do you mean?"
Spot turned around and looked at her. Vix was picking up on something that she had never before seen in Spot, fear. " I can't explain it to you without sounding crazy," Spot answered after clearing his throat.
"Spot, I think you owe me this much. You did kill my boyfriend." There was a long pause.
"I am hearing voices."
Vix looked at Spot,and his face was completely serious. "What do you mean? Right now?"
"No, not now. I have heard them a few times. They confuse me. And they make me think things that aren't entirely true, I think."
Vixen was suddenly filled with a strong sense of fear. Until now she had thought of Spot as a regular person, who was in control of his own thoughts and feelings. And she did know what he was capable of because she had seen it first hand. Now, realizing that Spot may not be able to decipher what was real and what was not made her skin crawl. What if he somehow got it in his head that she was bad too? Would he be able to control it?
"You haven't said anything," Spot interrupted her thoughts.
"Um… did the voices tell you to kill him?," Vixen asked already knowing the answer. She should have known something was missing from this picture. Spot never would have killed her boyfriend if he were in his right mind.
"Kind of, it is hard to explain. But, do you understand why I need you now? I cannot trust myself. I need you to tell me what is real," Spot begged. Vixen could see the desperation in is eyes.
"Spot, this is too much I don't know how I can help you?," Vixen pleaded, "I can't even help myself. I don't know what to do?" She felt the warmth of a new wave of tears trickle down her face.
"Well, for now, we can't do anything. We just have to wait this out until the heat is off of me, okay? Don't worry."
Spot walked over to Vixen and sat next to her on the old cot. He put his hands on her face and wiped away her tears. Then, he kissed her and she kissed back.
Blade sat at his desk staring at that morning's headlines. "Nothing exciting, going on around hea, lately is there?" he spoke with boredom in his voice.
"I guess not. You know I actually had trouble sellin' me papes taday. I can't remembr the last time dat happened at me," Tick answered just trying to fill the silence. He was Blade's right hand man, but the silence scared him. It made him nervous, and he did not want Blade to sense that he was nervous.
Just then the door flew open and a small blonde newsie came rushing in. "Sir," she spoke loudly, " I have news about Brooklyn!"
Blade sighed and turned around in his chair to face the young newsie. "Yeah? What is it?"
"It's Jinx, Sir! Someone killed him!"
Blade sat up in his chair, suddenly ready to listen. "Who?"
"Not sure, sir. I heard that it was Spot Conlon, hisself!"
"But, why? Jinx was not a threat?" Blade was confused. Why would Spot kill one of his own? Unless there was a mutiny.
"Yes! I should easily be able to take over Brooklyn, now. There is no way his boys still trust him," Blade cheered. He turned to Tick. "Looks like it is about to get a little more exciting around here."
