Note from Echo: Everyone cheer! This is the first Newsies fanfic Brooklyn has finished! :) We went to see a play called Arsonic and Old Lace (it's also a movie if you've seen it, but a nearby college was doing the play and our speech team went to see it) and Brooklyn and I fell in love with the two villians, Einstien and Jonathan... they were hot, okay? :) So that's where Einstien comes from. Anyway, I get the privilage of typing it (lucky me) so I'll just tell you what she said. She said she wasn't writing a prequel so I needed to put this information on the story, so, here goes.... minus the spelling mistakes. :)

Jarod Einstien: Dark black hair that if combed straight would come just below his ears. It is slicked back. Dark brown eyes. (Echo: He's hot too, I've seen him, I know.)

Italy: Long black hair always loose. Bright blue eyes.

Okay, that's it... no wait, she also said, "You know everyone else." Okay, now go on with the story.

Missing Pieces

By: Brooklyn

Time: 1903 Place: NYC

"Extry! Extry! Kid genius kills two teachers an' e's still runnin' loose!"

Italy paused long enough to hand an old man a paper. "Extry! Exuhhg!" A young boy with black hair and a menacing face and the most beautiful brown eyes Italy had ever seen knocked her down and her papers flew every where.

"Hey what da heck do ya think you'se doin'?" She yelled as she stood up painfully. "I'm just trying to get from point a to point b. The quickest way to do that is in a straight line and you happened to be standing on it."

"Listen Einstien!"

"How do you know my name?"

"Yer pitcha's been all ovah da front page fer a week now! I'd hafta be completely stupid not to know who you are!"

Just then they heard police yelling from behind. "That's him! STOP THAT KID!"

"Follow me I got a place you can hide." Italy said as she grabbed his arm and started to run. Jarod had no choice but to follow.

After many confusing turns they finally stopped and hid in an alley.

"Well, well what do we have here?" An annoying voice came from the shadows. "Can I ask you a VERY important question Einstien?" Italy whispered nervoursly.

"Yeah"

"How good are you at hand ta hand combat?"

"Why?"

"Cause ders only tree people I know who can fight both da Delancey's at da same time. I ain't one of them!" Just then a fist came at her and she ducked just in time to get hit in the eye instead of the stomach.

There was 60 seconds of confused fighting ending with Oscar Delancey laying unconsious on the ground. Einstien was leaning over Morris with his thumb pressed into Morris' adam's apple. Italy hadn't even thrown a punch. She watched as Morris started to turn colors. His eyes rolled back. She looked shocked not believing what she was seeing.

Finally it reached her brain. "STOP! You can't kill him! It's wrong!!"

"Yeah, so'se stealing and you do that!"

"But that's a living being!"

"You eat hamburgers?"

"Yeah"

"They come from living things."

"Huh, uh, Please don't!! Please!"

Einstien released Morris and he slowly began to breath again. He couldn't believe what he was letting himself do. He had known this girl only twenty minutes and already he liked her. He promised never to fall in love, love only gets in the way. Slowly he stood up. He looked at her with a pure evil smile. Quickly he raised his foot and crushed Morris' air pipe.

Italy stared at Morris for a while, then at Einstien, and finally at Oscar who was waking up. Oscar had barely got a look at his brother when Einstien bent down and rammed his fist into Oscar's throat. Oscar died with an extremely surprised look on his face. Italy dropped to her knees and began to cry. Einstien for the first time in his life, didn't know what to do. He usually kills all the witnesses but there was something about killing a beautiful crying girl that seemed... wrong.

"Hey! What are you.... HOLY!"

Cowboy never got to finish his sentence. Einstien had the knuckle of his middle finger pressed against his throat.

"NO!!! PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU!! PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM!! PLEASE!!" Italy screamed and cried as she tried to pull Einstien off Cowboy. "PLEASE GOD NO!!" She prayed. Einstien released him and stood up. He backed away and let Cowboy recover. Italy threw her arms around Cowboy and cried.

"What's going on? What happened to the Delancey's?" Cowboy asked though he already knew. He had almost met the same fate. Einstien ran away. He hated leaving witnesses but he couldn't kill Italy and if he killed Cowboy he would never even have a slight chance with Italy. not that he had a chance with her now she obviously cared about Cowboy.

Soon Jarod Einstien found himself by the docks. He climbed down the rocks to straighten himself out. He can't fall in love. It had already put him in danger. He left two witnesses and the evidence. He was being sloppy. It is going to get him killed.

* * * *

"You okay Itly?" Cowboy asked.

"He... he... he killed."

"It's okay. Your alright.."

"He..."

"Shh, I know it's gonna be fine."

After a while Italy quit crying and they walked down to the docks.

* * * *

Jarod heard a familiar voice. It was Italy and Cowboy.

"Do you still think everyone has good in them some where?" asked Cowboy.

"Yes."

"HOW?!? He tried to kill me! He did kill Oscar and Moron!"

"He was defending me. Oscar punched me and Jarod killed him. He let you go because I beg for him to spare your life. I can change him. I know I can."

"If anyone can you can Italy. But please be careful. Remember he is a murderer and I don't doubt that he would do it again."

Cowboy walked off and Italy sat down on the rocks near the docks.

"You really think there's good in everyone?" Jarod came and sat beside her.

"Yes I do."

"And you think you can find it."

"I have seen it in you. I only have to release it."

"Sorry, there is no good in me."

"But there is. I have seen it! You let Cowboy live. That was an act of kindness, you helped me, that was an act of kindness, you do have good in you. You just won't admit it."

"I have to go." I can't fall in love with you.

The next day Italy didn't sell papers. There was a front page artical whose headline she didn't want to hawk:

Three Found Dead, Throats Crushed.

Instead she went out in search of the killer to ask about the third. It didn't take long. He was hiding under the docks.

"The papers say that three people were found dead. Who was the third?" Italy asked gently.

"A cop. He recognized me. I had to kill him."

"You could have run."

"No. I need to kill. I love watching people die, watching as they slowly find it harder and harder to breath, as their air supply is gradually depleated, all the different colors they turn before they finally take their last feeble breath." He looked at her. 'Why can't I kill her?' "I have to go."

"Go where? Go kill another innocent person?"

"Yes." and with that he took off.

Italy sat on the rocks for an hour or two watching the water..

"Italy! Cowboy's dead!!" Blink ran up to her in a panic. Together they went to an alley where Cowboy lay. His throat crushed...

* * * *

Italy ran to the Brooklyn Bridge. She didn't know what to do so she kept running. She ran straight into her cousin Racetrack. He wrapped his arms around her and she cried.

"He killed my best friend!"

* * * *

He watched in morbid fascination as the newsies come to mourn over their friend. Then he saw her. 'See I can hurt you! I don't love you!" he smiled and walked away.

"Excuse me." Jarod said as he bumped into a young girl. "Aghmf" He ushered her into a small alley. "Shhh, don't scream. I am going to kill you slowly but it won't hurt... much!" Jarod's evil grin spread across his face.

He put the knuckle of his middle finger against the throat of his first female victin. "I am not weak. I can kill girls!!!"

* * * *

The next day it was Jarod who found Italy. When he found her she was crying over a lost friend. "You really liked him didn't you?" he asked quietly. "He and Race were like brothers to me, the only family I have left."

Jarod suddenly felt a pang of overwhelming guilt.

He reached to put his arm around Italy. She pushed it away. "I was wrong. You are pure evil! I should have seen it in your cold, black eyes! You killed my best friend! Go away before I call for the cops!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

"I love you." he whispered the words right before he left.

* * * *

"JAROD!! Jarod help me!! PLEASE!!" Italy was down by the docks. She had read in the newspaper that Jarod Einstien had graduated medical school with highest honors when he was eighteen. He could save Race. She knew he could.

"Jarod! Jarroood!!!"

"Italy, shh, I'm here. What do you need?" he asked calmly, his voice still sounding evil but somehow comforting.

"Please, you have to help Race! He is the only family I have! Please!"

"Alright, calm down. What happened?"

"He's been shot."

Moments later they were walking into the Manhattan Lodging House.

"What's he doing here?!? He's liable to kill us all!" Several newsies were protesting Jarod Einstien's presense (Echo: At least I assume they were protesting his presense because I somehow doubt they would protest his presents.)

"I am a certified doctor. I can help."

The newsies still protested but they let him work. He was Race's only chance.

Several hours later Jarod and Italy walked into the lobby where all the newsies waited.

"He will be okay but don't let him do any kind of work for at least a month, and he should stay in bed for a week." Jarod said as he wiped the blood off his hands. He walked out the door and wasn't seen for five weeks.

5 weeks later...

Italy was sitting on the rocks by the docks when she heard a familiar voice. "How's your cousin?"

"Jarod! You saved him! I knew you couldn't be pure evil. No one can."

"I came very close."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes."

"Several weeks ago you said something. It made me realize that I felt the same way, but I can't love you knowing you killed my best friend."

"But I didn't."

"What?"

"I didn't kill Cowboy. I couldn't hurt you like that. I admit I was jealous because I thought you loved him but I couldn't kill him. Though I did try."

"Then who did?"

"A guy I used to work for. He saw that I was falling in love with you and he wanted to ruin it for me. He killed Cowboy knowing you would think I did it, but I didn't."

Italy got a really confused look on her face. "I believe you. I don't know why but I believe you."

Just then a man in his late thirties jumped out and pointed a gun at Italy. "NO! Please, Mike don't hurt her!"

"You left me for her!"

"Please God! I'll do anything just stop Mike from shooting her!"

"What? Did I just hear a prayer come out of your mouth?"

"Yes! Italy showed me that with God's help the impossible is possible! Without her prayer, her cousin would have died. I told the other's he'd be fine but I was sure he would die, but he didn't! He is completely healed. It was Italy's prayer and faith in God that saved him."

Mike sat there and looked dumbfounded. The guy he could count on most to kill was witnessing to him. He shook it off. Slowly he began to pull the trigger. All of a sudden he dropped the gun and grabbed his chest. He was having a heart attack. Jarod grabbed Italy's arm and ran.

* * * *

"You truly believe God saved Race?"

"Yes, he saved you too. If Mike didn't have that heart attack you'd be dead!"

Italy smiled and threw her arms around Jarod.

"Hey Italy? Could you tell me more about your God?" Jarod asked.

Italy began to cry. As she told Jarod about the Bible he began to realize what he had really been missing. True friends and the Heavenly father.


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