A/N -- Okay so I wasn't going to do a sequel because I wanted to do something entirely different but as I was thinking about it I realized that I had too much fun with some of my old characters, and I didn't get to fully explore others because I centered my story mainly in Brooklyn. Once again this story will take place in Brooklyn, but also there will be more involvement with Harlem, and Manhattan. SO! with that said, if anyone's interested, send me your Character profiles.

Since this will have characters from 'Going Home' certain people will still be paired up, like Spot and Riot ect. If you do NOT want your character to be in my sequel and you were in the original, please let me know that as well. I will post a list of questions I want you to answer in your CC at the end of the first chapter. Okay this was way too long. -- A/N

"Dead prostitute found floating in East River!! Coppers have no leads!" I stood on a crate and waved a paper over my head. It took me an hour to sell my papers, no joke. The murder of another 'poor unfortunate' as they were known was the third in two weeks time. Nobody was making a HUGE fuss about it since they had all been whores, but they had all died in pretty gruesome ways.

Lighting a cigarette with a wooden match, I slumped on the crate and yawned, hitching up the bottom of my patched gray pants to scratch my shin. My black hair had been hacked to my shoulders, the result of having contracted a fever and horrid cough a few weeks earlier. I mourned my long hair as did my old man, Spot Conlon. We had been together for a year and a half although sometimes it seemed so much longer. My gray eyes lit up as I stood and walked deeper into Brooklyn. It was lunch time and I knew where to find most everybody on a nice warm summer day such as it was.

Skirting a man selling fruit from a pushcart, I was careful to keep my head down and my cap on even though it was too warm for it. Spot was worried that whoever this madman was killing the whores that he would move on to us street kids. It wasn't a large leap and he was right to be cautious. I didn't take my hat off and skim my woolen vest down over my shoulders along with my suspenders until I reached the docks.

Hearing yelling, a smile broke out on my skinny face as I loped down the pier enjoying the thumping noises my footsteps made.

Boys were hurling themselves into the East River, some keeping their underwear on, other's completely nude. The girls lounged about making obscene suggestions that either made some boys embarrassed or swagger. You didn't last long as one of Spot's newsies unless you had a thick skin.

I caught an apple that seemed to drop from the sky and looked upward. Spot sat perched on a stack of crates, a smirk lightening his narrow face. I clambered up, barking my shin on the edge of a box, and swore a blue streak. Spot's eyebrows were raised as I reached him.

"My my what a mouth you have there Riot." Blushing I stuck my tongue out at him.

"You like it," I retorted and was rewarded when he paused in taking a bite from his own apple and his blue, blue eyes focused on my lips. Then he glanced up at me, tore a chunk out of the red fruit, and grinned.

"If you say so"

"Tsk! You really know how to get on my bad side don't you?" Spot wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed me on the cheek.

"You like it" was all he said in reply and I couldn't help but laugh at him. He was right, I did enjoy our banter and if we didn't fight horrifically at least once a week then something was definitely off.

We sat in silence just enjoying the nice day, and the playful antics of the kids below. I had adjusted to this lifestyle quite well considering that I had come through a mirror from the future with a mission from a ghost. Shaking my head and rolling my eyes, I watched the kids.

We had some new boys, some younger, some our age. There weren't any new girls though, so the ones who were left became even closer. Hide and Seek were as incorrigible as ever, giving Duck and Bookworm who were their surrogate mothers no shortage of heart attacks.

"So what do you think of these murders?" I darted a look at Spot and saw that he had gone grim, his lips thinned and a tightness in his eyes and shoulders. Rubbing the nape of his neck, I shrugged.

"These things happen...but I hope they stop soon. It is rather unsettling." Gazing downward I frowned.

"I definitely don't want anything to happen to any of our kids." Spot's face relaxed and he poked me in the side gently with the golden top of his cane.

"Our kids, huh?" I gave him a serious glower.

"Yeah...ours." Spot held up his hands in mock surrender.

"Okay, okay I suppose you're right since I made you the female second-in-command."

"HAH yeah and you haven't told anybody about that either." Spot kissed my nose and stood up.

"I don't need to tell anyone about it, you're the only one who needs to know." Sighing loudly, I rolled my eyes again and followed him down the stack of crates, chucking my apple core into the water. Spot gathered everyone around with a piercing whistle and did his usual warnings about the girl's staying under the radar and for the boys to keep an extra watch out for them.

One of the things I loved about Spot was his concern for his gang. I knew him to be as competent as any general and he knew that he was nothing without his troops. He had plenty to worry him. Other kids wanting to steal selling territory, the recent murders, general poverty and danger that came with living on the streets were daily issues.

Before we parted, Spot put his hands on my shoulders and gave me a steady look.

"Take care of yourself this afternoon. Stick near Halloran's and get back before dark. I'll be back late, there's someone I have to talk to."

Kissing me on the ear, I watched him walk away and nearly jumped out of my skin. Emotions was standing by my side, gazing after Spot.

"Don't worry about that one, he's got nine lives."

"Eight, don't forget about him getting shot." Emotions let out a chuckle and we began walking away from the docks.

"Bah that was nothing, barely a scratch. Hey have you seen Spook and Cinder recently?" I shook my head. It had been at least three weeks since I had gone to see them and their infant daughter Susannah. Spook had kept leadership of Harlem and they were thriving with Jinx gone and harmony restored.

"Nah you know, they're still all googly over the baby even though she was born like five months ago." Emotions and I laughed and shook our heads. I loved babies but they scared me to death. I was terrified deep down inside that I was going to get pregnant because Spot and I engaged in risky behavior. It was really just a matter of time, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for that and how things would change.

I broke away from Emotions after we collected the afternoon edition and made my way towards Halloran's, a small family owned grocery store that I had made my selling ground. It wasn't hard to sell my paper's, not with the gruesome headlines. It was still very light out as I ambled down the sidewalk towards the lodging house. Another thing I loved about summer, the fact that the days were so long.

"Hey Riot!" I looked over my shoulder and smiled at Duck and Bookworm who were coming up behind me. Pausing, I lit a cigarette and smiled around the cancer stick hanging out of a corner of my mouth.

"Attractive Riot," Duck admonished me and I grinned at her.

"Luckily for me Spot doesn't mind it." Bookworm rolled her eyes and we headed up the street chattering about our day. Both girls expressed feeling on edge about the murders and I couldn't help but agree.

Reaching the lodging house, we collapsed on the front stoop shoving aside some of the boys to make spots for ourselves. Hide and Seek ran up covered in dirt and Bookworm began scolding them but they didn't even blink. Hide draped himself over my lap and I laughed, brushing hair out of his face.

"You better behave, I wouldn't want to get on Bookworm's bad side," I whispered into his ear and dug my fingers into his sides, smiling at his delighted giggle.

One of the boys came up the sidewalk with a paper rolled up under his arm, and flopping down at my feet, unfurled it to read. I was immediately struck by the illustrations as crude as they were.

"Hey Tommy can I see that?" The boy just grunted and handed it over his shoulder to me. It wasn't a regular paper, but more like a pamphlet put out by some sensationalist. The drawings were lurid and claimed to show details of the dead women's bodies and such. I was more stunned by the descriptions of what had been done to the corpses.

"Riot, what's the matter? You don't have to be afraid, those whores were all from Five Points." I nodded but didn't say anything because it wasn't that. Scanning the pages, I drew up short at the description of the latest victim.

She had been a Russian immigrant named Petra Vichnyov who had been found in the Points early one morning as her neighbor was heading to work. Her body had been face-down, and at first the neighbor had thought she was sleeping. But when he shook her shoulder and rolled her over, nothing could hide the blood-soaked clothing. Her throat had been cut and there were other mutilations on her body but the writer didn't go into detail.

Lifting my cigarette to my lips with shaky fingers, I took a deep breath and exhaled. It was far more hideous than our papers let on. I had a nagging feeling in the back of my head that wouldn't go away like a mosquito buzzing around my brain. Tucking the pamphlet into a back pocket I made my escape to my favorite hideout. I needed to think about why this was bothering me so much.

OKAY FOLKS! HERE'S THE START OF MY NEW STORY, HOPE IT GRABS YOUR ATTENTION. SOME OF YOU MAY KNOW WHERE I'M HEADING WITH THIS AND SOME OF YOU MAY NOT, BUT IT WON'T BE EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE THINKING I CAN ASSURE YOU.

NOW ON TO THE CASTING CALLS. HERE ARE THE QUESTIONS I WANT YOU TO ANSWER, AND YOU CAN EMAIL ME OR LEAVE IT IN THE REVIEW SECTION.

WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER LIKE? DESCRIBE PHYSICAL TRAITS, NAME, AGE, AND PERSONALITY. GIVE ME FAMILY HISTORY OR THINGS FOR THE PAST IF THEY ARE IMPORTANT. PLEASE BE AS THOROUGH AS POSSIBLE SO I CAN CAPTURE YOUR CHARACTER TO YOUR LIKING SINCE I AM NOT THE ONE WHO CAME UP WITH IT, YOU ARE! :)

LIKES/DISLIKES

IF YOU WERE TO BE PAIRED UP WITH ANYONE WHO WOULD IT BE? GIVE ME A FIRST CHOICE AND A SECOND CHOICE SINCE IF SOME OF MY OLD CHARACTER PROFILES WANT TO BE IN THIS, THEY WILL BE PAIRED WITH WHO THEY WERE WITH IN THE PREQUEL. (ALSO IF YOU WANT ME TO MAKE SOMONE UP FOR YOU I CAN DO THAT TOO)

WHAT DO YOU WANT YOUR EMPLOYMENT TO BE? DO YOU WANT TO BE A NEWSIE, A PROSTITUTE, A BARTENDER, WORK AT MEDDA'S, PICKPOCKET? GIVE ME A SUGGESTION

WHAT BOROUGH DO YOU WANT TO LIVE IN, AND WHERE DO YOU WANT TO LIVE? IF A NEWSIE DO YOU LIVE AT THE LODGING HOUSE, OR DO YOU HAVE FAMILY? IF YOU'RE A THEIF DO YOU LIVE IN AN ALLEY OR DO YOU HAVE A HIDEOUT?

I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE FOR THE CC SO IF I FORGOT SOMETHING THAT YOU NEED TO ADD, GO FOR IT!! HOPE PEOPLE RESPOND :) THANKS!