The Bridge to Brooklyn (Sprace fanfic)

The Bridge

Head canon: Race is an incredibly fast runner.
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Tw: Big homophobia, slurs, and possible death 👀

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Eddie bangged on the Mannhatten lodging house door.

"Open up!! PLEASE OPEN UP", Eddie screamed.

The door swung open and there stood Jack.

Eddie ran inside in a panic, "Where's Racetrack?!? RACETRACK!!", he didn't even for wait for Jack to answer.

Eddie ran up the stairs and into the bunk room. Eddie threw open the door and began to search for Race. He saw him staring from across the room. Eddie ran straight to him panting and panicked. Race looked at him with worry.

"whoa what's going on", Race tried to get Eddie to talk.

Race had never seen Eddie like this and this worried him.

"I made a mistake! I saw you and Spot together!! I told Brooklyn about it and they going to throw him off the Brooklyn bridge!!", Eddie shouted, "I'M SORRY I'M SO SORRY"

Race felt his heart drop to his feet. They're going to kill Spot for loving him. Race got up and threw on his boots and coat.

"Jack!! JACK I NEED TO GO!!", he cried, "THEY'RE GOING TO KILL SPOT!!!"

Jack tried to get Race to slow down because he couldn't understand him. Race couldn't slow down, right now he was a horse in a race and he was winning. He had to keep going as fast as he could he was going to win.

"EDDIE YOU EXPLAIN EVERYTHING YOU CAUSED THIS!!!", Race screamed in Eddie's face.

Race tripped over himself as he ran out of the lodge. The cold stung Race's lungs and throat. He probably should of explained what was happening but Eddie was to blame. I hate him. I hate him. Race's legs felt like lead and the cold numbed his toes as he booked it to Brooklyn. His heart pumped and pumped. Keep going. The Bridge came in to view, and mass of people- no not just people..Spot's newsies.

Race saw kids holding Spot down, tying his hands and legs up. Spot cursed them out and struggled with all his might. Race rammed into the mass of people and shoved his way through them.

"SPOT!!", Race yelled.

Spot looked at him, eyes now full of terror, "Race..Race run!! Get out of here-" Someone tied a cloth gag around his mouth.

"So this is the boy?", Abe cooed.

Eddie was right Abe was big, but right now Race was running on pure adrenaline and anger. Abe glared down at Racetrack. His chin clicked up and Race felt arms tightly grab him. They held Race down just like they held Spot.

Abe grabbed Race's face, "This will teach ya not to be a fuck fag-"

Race spit in Abe's face, "go to hell."

Abe kneed Race in the chest, knocking the wind out of him. Race coughed, the cold didn't help. Abe grabbed his chin again pulling his head up to show the hickeys. Spot's muffled screaming grew louder.

Abe wiped his face, "maybe he should go first."

Race's head spun he couldn't move, his legs and arms hurt. They were starting to numb. The newsies dragged Race towards the barrier of the bridge. Spot was fighting for his life, the ropes tore into his skin. Tears flowed out of his eyes. He cried and shook. Spot cried until he heaved. Abe walked over and took the cloth out of his mouth.

"Stop please! Please leave him out of this...", Spot cried, "he's not even from Brooklyn...please don't hurt him. I'm begging you..."

Abe laughed, "fine you won't be around much longer"

He pushed Race away from the edge and began to move Spot towards the edge.

Race attempted to get up, "Spot...", tears flowed out of his eyes.

Spot looked at him as they pulled him up onto the ledge. He mouthed the words 'I love you'. Race's heart shattered. That was the first time he had ever said that. Race struggled to his hands and knees. Race watched as Abe pushed he pushed him over the side. Race let out a scream that made those around him step back with regret of what they'd done. Race ran to the edge reaching out his hand hoping that Spot would be there to grab it. Race took off his shoes and coat. They'll just weighed me down. He heard Jack and his 'family' join the mass of people. They swung punches and grabbed the traitorous newsies. Race saw the swirling water and he jumped as Jack screamed his name. He was going to save Spot like what Spot did all those months ago.

The water was freezing, it felt like a million tiny needles were piercing his skin. Where is he?! Race saw something glisten in the dark water. His key!! He swam down and he saw his red tank top under the button up. Race grabbed his arm and pulled. He kicked with all his might to get to the surface. When he broke the surface race inhaled and pushing Spot high above him. Land where's land? Race saw it but one problem he was caught in the current.

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"How do you get out of the current without tiring yourself out?", Race asked as Spot played with his hair.

"Well first don't panic just take a sec to figure out where the water is taking you. Never swim against the current you'll just wear yourself out. Keep calm and swim across it" he demonstrated with his hands.

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Race caught his breath and held Spot's head above the water. It's flowing?...that way! Race spun around and kicked, across the current. He kicked and kicked, hold tightly into Spot. His legs started to slow he was tired. Race was desperate. Please legs keep going... He was so tired. He was so cold. He remembered how warm Spot's body was went they snuggled. God he wished he was warm. Race's grip on Spot loosen until he felt his feet brush the wet sand. Keep! Going! Racetrack!! Race pushed once more he fought the cold, the numbness, and the tired feeling that was enveloped him. He felt the grass and he managed to pull himself and Spot out of the water. He collapsed in the grass.