The Mystery that was Jack Kelly

A/N this is for Circulation Two of the Newsies Selling Pape Competition

Colors used: red, orange, yellow, indigo

Word Count: 1585(not including A/N)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

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The Mystery that was Jack Kelly

David Jacob remembered the day being calm. The air was hot and stuffy, as per usual in New York summers. Few clouds were in the air on that clear day.

He had risen before the sun. The sky was a deep indigo color, with twinkling stars barely visible in the fading night sky.

...

David let out a shaky breath, his mind whirling in every direction. He hadn't slept a wink last night; not after trying to rescue his friend, Jack Kelly from the infamous Refuge.

'Or is it Francis Sullivan?' David thought derisively.

David had been just as surprised as all the other newsies about that little tidbit. No one had known the dirty little secret Jack kept. And then, to top it all off, Jack refuses to leave the prison he vowed to never return to. The Refuge, the House of Nightmares, was a place few escaped. It was a place few dared to return to.

'Jack always did the impossible though. First escaping the Refuge on Teddy Roosevelt's carriage, then being the only person willing to return to the House of Nightmares. He must be crazy!' David couldn't help but think.

He put his head in his hands, watching through his lashes as the orange sun crept over the horizon. "Of course, that must make me crazy by association. He was the one to rally all us boys to do the impossible. No one thought we'd go on strike either." He spoke out loud.

David spun around when a soft voice spoke. "Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness." Sarah Jacobs watched her brother with a soft smile. "I thought you might want some breakfast."

"Thanks," David said as he sipped the cup of coffee. "What do you think about this? Everything going on is such a big mess I don't know where to start to fix it."

Sarah gently patted her brother's arm. "How about going down to the square and finishing what you started? Everything will work out. You just need to take it one step at a time. Jack'll come to his senses and you'll win this."

David smiled, hugging his sister to convey his gratitude. He walked out onto the streets of New York City eating a small muffin.

...

David's smile dimmed as he watched the newsboys grouse and grumble. Tensions were high with Jack abandoning them. The boys were eager to release some of the tension but that meant numerous fist fights broke out.

David was at his wit's end by nine in the morning. The orange sun beat down on the crowd. They were supposed to be united, not fighting one another. This wasn't how David imagined the strike going. He was dismayed at how the boys were acting.

David was glad when Race showed up. David pushed past a few bickering boy to get to his friend. "Race! Help me! I need some help!" He yelled over the noise.

"Awright! I ain't deaf!" Race yelled back, just as disgruntled.

David's attention switched to the person the bulls were protecting. The gates had opened and a whole gang of bulls kept the newsboys from attacking the newcomer. Jack Kelly.

...

David looked at Jack and couldn't help but think about the color of the sky the morning. A deep indigo full of mysteries in those blue depths. David couldn't help but compare Jack to the mysterious morning sky.