This is the Prolouge- kind of sets up the story here. I am going to write the overused, typical Spot/OC story. You know, the one that you can't go three stories without seeing. Most everyone has seen at least six of them. But I'm writing it anyway. Because I love that overused storyline so freakin much. To those of you who have read Tigress of the Concrete Jungle, it appears that I hate Spot. Let me reassure you, I most certainly and incredebly LOVE HIM! That character of him just went along with my storyline in that book. So anyway, I am including all of the basics of a Spot/OC fanfic, and probably a few more. But I shall twist them. Because I like twisting things up. :)

By the way, I would really love having other people's characters in the Brooklyn Lodging House! Never really done this before, but from what I understand, someone can allow you to put their newsie inside your story. If you want to do that, don't be shy-reply to me with your charrie or PM me. I really am NOT feeling my creative juices flowing, and I want as many charries as I can get. :)

I leapt off of the boarding ramp.

And ran.

My stepfather and three brothers rushed out of the ship and down the boarding ramp after me, screaming curses. But I just kept sprinting as fast as I could out of the ship docks. The four evil men were on my tail as I dashed across the Brooklyn Bridge, somehow not running out of energy as I ran the entire length of the bridge-over a mile.

Well, here I am in Brooklyn. But no time for sightseeing. The four murderers who are known as my relatives are in the process of trying to kill the only female left in the family. By the way, I'm the only female left in the family.

Still running.

I looked over to find my father and two eldest brothers gone, only the sixteen-year-old left. He was the fastest, but not the strongest, thankfully. I ducked into an alley, and he followed. Repeat. Repeat. I proceeded to get lost somewhere in the back alleys of Brooklyn, my brother right on my tail. Panting, I realized that I wouldn't be able to go much farther. Back in Ireland, before we immigrated here, I ran through the meadows all of the time, but this was completely different.

But just as I started to lose him, I did something really stupid.

I tripped and fell.

Heh. I'm good at making bad endings. So, what will happen? Will she be saved? Will she save herself? Will she die...?

Wow. That sounded really lame.

Anyway, see you next time! Love, Clove