Title: Light in the Mist
Author: Mika (me!!)
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Newsies. If I did, I'd be sitting on a remote beach in Hawaii right now instead of freezing my booty off in front of my computer!
Dedication: To my best friend and Wicca sista, Eva Keller (a.k.a Hailey) I love you girl!
Summary: Hailey Matthews is a refined young lady of society, destined to marry Pulitzer's extremely disgusting newphew Marcus. Life throws her a curveball in the form of the mysterious but lowerclass Spot Conlon. He unwittingly becomes the light in her darkness, but when Marcus becomes jelous, all hell breaks loose.
'Oh God, I can't take it anymore!' A very distraught Hailey Matthews ran with reckless abandon through the darkened streets of Brooklyn. Fresh tears stained her cheeks as the broken sobs escaped her lips. Her parents months ago had arranged for her to marry the hideously disgusting pompous jackass name Marcus Donovan, nephew of the even more cruel but extremely wealthy Mr. Pulitzer.
It was a shock at first, and she allowed herself to ignore it. Pretending to be sick got her out of quite a few dinner parties. Whenever she was forced to spend an evening with the vile creature however, thoughts of her knight in shining armor could often distract her from his overbearing presence. The past few weeks though, the hopelessness of her situation began to sink heavily into her mind. She had to marry him. Depression crept slowly into her brain; eating away, day by day, at her soul until there was nothing left. Tonight was just the last straw.
Everything appeared to be normal. Hailey dressed, as she was ordered, in her slimming burgundy dress with its slightly off the shoulder straps and matching heels. Her hair was done up all fancy, courtesy of her nanny- turned-maid Louisa. Her long silky brown hair was piled on top of her head with delicate ringlets spilling out. The whole room stopped and applauded when she descended the staircase with the elegant grace in which she was brought up to carry. A lot of the other boys at the party looked at her with longing and affection, knowing she was untouchable. Not Marcus though. No, he just stared at her with a smirk and licked his lips.
Dinner seemed to drag on forever, as she had the unfortunate pleasure of sitting next to Marcus and listening to his many babbling stories of how he and his friends did any number of pathetic, perverted, and downright barbaric things. Under the stern eye of her mother, Hailey was forced to smile and nod politely while sipping her Champaign class full of sparkling apple juice. After a particular tale however, of how he and his friends shoved a 5 year old boy of lower stature under a moving train just fast enough so that it didn't kill him, but managed to scare him to the point of soiling himself, she got so disgusted she threw the contents of her wine glass right in his face and raced from the room.
It wasn't even the story that got to her. It was the thorough tongue lashing her mother gave her afterwards, along with a stinging slap on the cheek.
"You will marry Marcus child, or we'll disown you. You'll go out on the street to starve, just like the rest of that trash! Without Marcus, you're nothing to me girl! Nothing!"
'If I'm nothing,' Hailey thought with a silent, malice-laced smile, 'then you won't mind if I'm gone!'
Finally, tears frozen to her pale cheeks and breath coming out in fast pants, she reached her destination and came to a sudden jerky stop. It stretched out before her, long and ominous. The pale lights of the fog- shrouded city on the other side of the ocean called to her, beckoning her onto the bridge. And rightly she walked, her steps slow and hesitant on the empty bridge. The air was cool and crisp. Her breath puffed out into billows of steam, and the border-line frigid air nipped uninvitingly at the bare arms of her skin.
About half way across the long expanse of the massive landmark she stopped. Her mind was numb from the pain of the past few months. A few fresh tears sprinkled her cheeks daintily, and her hands trembled from an internal cold. Placing her fingers on the railing, Hailey peered slowly over the edge of the Brooklyn Bridge to her waiting grave below. Oh how hypnotizing it was, the freezing water below her. It was dark and murky, with a hint of mystery to it. Without even realizing it, she had climbed over the railing and stood, leaning forward with her arms behind her, clutching the cold metal.
'Death.' She thought to herself, closing her eyes to relish in the final feeling of the cool New York wind on her face. 'Let me join you. Take me away from this horrid life!' Slowly, she began to loosen her fingers.
"You ain't actually gonna jump is ya?" a voice behind her said. Startled, Hailey grabbed back on to the railing.
'What the hell.' Carefully, so as not to fall, she turned herself around to face the speaker. A boy her age stood on the other side of the railing, staring at her curiously. His clothes were shabby and tattered. obviously he was lower class.
"As a matter of fact I was, yes." She told him tritely. He just shrugged in response and murmured out a small, "oh" then continued on walking. She just stared after him, appalled.
"What do you mean.'oh'?" she spoke shrilly. "Don't you even care that I'm about to end my life?"
The boy turned back around nonchalantly.
"As I figures it, if youse have guts enough to climb over da railing, den there's probably nothing I can do to stop ya." He told her. With his hands shoved in his pockets, he watched to see her reaction. It took her a moment to process his words.
'He makes sense.'
Her eyes darted from him to the water below.
"You're absolutely right Mr."
"Conlon. Spot Conlon." "Well you're absolutely right Mr. Conlon; there is nothing you can do. Now if you don't mind."
Hailey began to turn around once more to gaze into the icy face of her death.
"You gotta name I can give da bull when dey ask who da jumper was?" Spot asked behind her, once again breaking her final morbid moments. Flustered, she turned around.
'Why the ill-mannered.' she glared at him.
"My name?" the girl turned once more. He nodded. "Hailey Matthews."
"Hailey Matthews." he repeated the name softly to himself, letting it play on his tongue. During his moment of silence, she began to loosen her grip on the railing.
Fast as lightening his hand shot out and trapped her palm firmly against the unfriendly metal. His spasmodic gesture knocked her off balance, and she teetered for a moment between life and death. Fear washed through her in uncontrollable waves, and she grasped his wrist tightly with her other hand, struggling to find her footing. Hailey looked up into Spots eyes, as he too fought to keep her on the bridge. He stared directly back at her, his intense green eyes burned with determination. Before she could even register what was happening, she felt the bridge slip from underneath her feet.
Her screams ripped the night air. For a moment all she could feel was the dark swirling nothingness of air surround her body, then.
(A/N= dun dun duuuuuuuuuun! God I love cliffinghangers! Muahahaha! Okay so you all need to review and send me lots of flowers and chocolates in order for me to write more! (maybe we can skip the flowers and chocolate parts. unless you wanna be really nice!) so um. REVIEW!!! Please? Toodles for now! I love Spot Conlon!)
Author: Mika (me!!)
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Newsies. If I did, I'd be sitting on a remote beach in Hawaii right now instead of freezing my booty off in front of my computer!
Dedication: To my best friend and Wicca sista, Eva Keller (a.k.a Hailey) I love you girl!
Summary: Hailey Matthews is a refined young lady of society, destined to marry Pulitzer's extremely disgusting newphew Marcus. Life throws her a curveball in the form of the mysterious but lowerclass Spot Conlon. He unwittingly becomes the light in her darkness, but when Marcus becomes jelous, all hell breaks loose.
'Oh God, I can't take it anymore!' A very distraught Hailey Matthews ran with reckless abandon through the darkened streets of Brooklyn. Fresh tears stained her cheeks as the broken sobs escaped her lips. Her parents months ago had arranged for her to marry the hideously disgusting pompous jackass name Marcus Donovan, nephew of the even more cruel but extremely wealthy Mr. Pulitzer.
It was a shock at first, and she allowed herself to ignore it. Pretending to be sick got her out of quite a few dinner parties. Whenever she was forced to spend an evening with the vile creature however, thoughts of her knight in shining armor could often distract her from his overbearing presence. The past few weeks though, the hopelessness of her situation began to sink heavily into her mind. She had to marry him. Depression crept slowly into her brain; eating away, day by day, at her soul until there was nothing left. Tonight was just the last straw.
Everything appeared to be normal. Hailey dressed, as she was ordered, in her slimming burgundy dress with its slightly off the shoulder straps and matching heels. Her hair was done up all fancy, courtesy of her nanny- turned-maid Louisa. Her long silky brown hair was piled on top of her head with delicate ringlets spilling out. The whole room stopped and applauded when she descended the staircase with the elegant grace in which she was brought up to carry. A lot of the other boys at the party looked at her with longing and affection, knowing she was untouchable. Not Marcus though. No, he just stared at her with a smirk and licked his lips.
Dinner seemed to drag on forever, as she had the unfortunate pleasure of sitting next to Marcus and listening to his many babbling stories of how he and his friends did any number of pathetic, perverted, and downright barbaric things. Under the stern eye of her mother, Hailey was forced to smile and nod politely while sipping her Champaign class full of sparkling apple juice. After a particular tale however, of how he and his friends shoved a 5 year old boy of lower stature under a moving train just fast enough so that it didn't kill him, but managed to scare him to the point of soiling himself, she got so disgusted she threw the contents of her wine glass right in his face and raced from the room.
It wasn't even the story that got to her. It was the thorough tongue lashing her mother gave her afterwards, along with a stinging slap on the cheek.
"You will marry Marcus child, or we'll disown you. You'll go out on the street to starve, just like the rest of that trash! Without Marcus, you're nothing to me girl! Nothing!"
'If I'm nothing,' Hailey thought with a silent, malice-laced smile, 'then you won't mind if I'm gone!'
Finally, tears frozen to her pale cheeks and breath coming out in fast pants, she reached her destination and came to a sudden jerky stop. It stretched out before her, long and ominous. The pale lights of the fog- shrouded city on the other side of the ocean called to her, beckoning her onto the bridge. And rightly she walked, her steps slow and hesitant on the empty bridge. The air was cool and crisp. Her breath puffed out into billows of steam, and the border-line frigid air nipped uninvitingly at the bare arms of her skin.
About half way across the long expanse of the massive landmark she stopped. Her mind was numb from the pain of the past few months. A few fresh tears sprinkled her cheeks daintily, and her hands trembled from an internal cold. Placing her fingers on the railing, Hailey peered slowly over the edge of the Brooklyn Bridge to her waiting grave below. Oh how hypnotizing it was, the freezing water below her. It was dark and murky, with a hint of mystery to it. Without even realizing it, she had climbed over the railing and stood, leaning forward with her arms behind her, clutching the cold metal.
'Death.' She thought to herself, closing her eyes to relish in the final feeling of the cool New York wind on her face. 'Let me join you. Take me away from this horrid life!' Slowly, she began to loosen her fingers.
"You ain't actually gonna jump is ya?" a voice behind her said. Startled, Hailey grabbed back on to the railing.
'What the hell.' Carefully, so as not to fall, she turned herself around to face the speaker. A boy her age stood on the other side of the railing, staring at her curiously. His clothes were shabby and tattered. obviously he was lower class.
"As a matter of fact I was, yes." She told him tritely. He just shrugged in response and murmured out a small, "oh" then continued on walking. She just stared after him, appalled.
"What do you mean.'oh'?" she spoke shrilly. "Don't you even care that I'm about to end my life?"
The boy turned back around nonchalantly.
"As I figures it, if youse have guts enough to climb over da railing, den there's probably nothing I can do to stop ya." He told her. With his hands shoved in his pockets, he watched to see her reaction. It took her a moment to process his words.
'He makes sense.'
Her eyes darted from him to the water below.
"You're absolutely right Mr."
"Conlon. Spot Conlon." "Well you're absolutely right Mr. Conlon; there is nothing you can do. Now if you don't mind."
Hailey began to turn around once more to gaze into the icy face of her death.
"You gotta name I can give da bull when dey ask who da jumper was?" Spot asked behind her, once again breaking her final morbid moments. Flustered, she turned around.
'Why the ill-mannered.' she glared at him.
"My name?" the girl turned once more. He nodded. "Hailey Matthews."
"Hailey Matthews." he repeated the name softly to himself, letting it play on his tongue. During his moment of silence, she began to loosen her grip on the railing.
Fast as lightening his hand shot out and trapped her palm firmly against the unfriendly metal. His spasmodic gesture knocked her off balance, and she teetered for a moment between life and death. Fear washed through her in uncontrollable waves, and she grasped his wrist tightly with her other hand, struggling to find her footing. Hailey looked up into Spots eyes, as he too fought to keep her on the bridge. He stared directly back at her, his intense green eyes burned with determination. Before she could even register what was happening, she felt the bridge slip from underneath her feet.
Her screams ripped the night air. For a moment all she could feel was the dark swirling nothingness of air surround her body, then.
(A/N= dun dun duuuuuuuuuun! God I love cliffinghangers! Muahahaha! Okay so you all need to review and send me lots of flowers and chocolates in order for me to write more! (maybe we can skip the flowers and chocolate parts. unless you wanna be really nice!) so um. REVIEW!!! Please? Toodles for now! I love Spot Conlon!)