a purposeful past | s.s

Chapter Two

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Man I feel bad for her. I thought my hair was thick...

Recap:

A strange girl shows up at the Lower Manhattan lodging house, insisting that she and one of the newsies, Specs, shared a very interesting past. She also reveals The Unknown's - a group of selfish thieves - sinister work, and how they plan on reclaiming objects formerly stolen by them. Only problem is, these objects lie in none other than the Newsies' Lodging Houses- hence the reason why newsies have suddenly been dropping like flies.

Previously, Lane had been taken by her old friend and now-nemesis, Frisks, and her brothers. She learned that her brothers were also a part of the awful organization, as she once was. When things had taken a turn for the worst upon finding her portrait in the local newspaper, along with a twisted version of her past, she'd quickly requested Katherine to provide a call to the Governor for her. Roosevelt agreed to help, as he'd promised he'd do so if ever she asked something for him, as he claims he was once a good friend of her father's.

Amy, upon witnessing the unfortunate death of her sister, becomes withdrawn and detached from the world, harbouring a dangerous secret only she, Romeo, and her half-mad father know. The real truth of why Laura was assassinated.

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Lane sighed as she gazed down at the old pape, filled with her practically indiscernible scribbles.

"Hey."

She started, whipping around to face Finch who smiled softly at her. "Hey," she said back, sighing in relief. "I didn't notice ya dere."

His expression turned slightly sour. "Kinda surprisin', considerin' ya used ta be wit dat group 'a thieves."

Lane grimaced at those words, knowing what was coming for her. And though she had gotten to the point where she didn't doubt herself as much as she used to, she knew she would deserve it when it did come.

"I ain't mad," Finch told her reassuringly, as if he'd read her mind. "Sorry it came off dat way. I jus wish ya woulda told me. It's... well, dat's pretty big, Lane. Ise kinda stuck, not knowin' what ta think."

"I know." Lane groaned, burying her head in her hands. "I jus didn't know how ta tell ya. Like ya said, it was somethin' big. I was scared. Gosh, Finch, I was terrified."

Finch was silent, placing his warm hands on her shoulders. "What made ya join?"

She was silent for a moment, resting her elbows on the table in front of her. She didn't want to return to that time in her life, but she would. For Finch, the one she loved. "Me muddah, um, she died when I was ten."

"What?" Finch whispered, horrified. She could see him trying to recall any time she might've mentioned it before. She knew she hadn't. "Oh, Lane... I didn't... I didn't know..."

"Dat's 'cause I didn't want ya ta know," Lane told him, laughing bitterly. "Well, what a waste. Dere was no reason ta keep it from ya. But anyway, when she died, I... I lost it. I didn't know what ta do wit me-self. Me favourite person in tha woild was me muddah. She wasn't tha best muddah, but at least she paid attention ta me. Even if she yelled a lot."

"At ya?" Finch questioned, pulling back her unruly ginger hair and running his fingers through it. She ignored the feeling of his hands shaking for his sake.

"Sometimes," Lane admitted, leaning back into his touch. "So when she died... I fell in-ta dis dark pit, 'n I didn't know how ta get out, how ta make it go away... so I embraced it. Dat year, I joined The Unknowns. They was tha furthest ya could get from a lovin' home, a real family, but ta me, dey was enough. I nev-ah found a true home... 'till I met you guys. Albert made me question everythin' I thought I knew when I was thrown in tha Refuge wit him. Dat was why I decided ta leave The Unknowns. 'Cause he showed me dere was more ta life. So much more dat I'd nev-ah seen."