Disclaimer: I don't own Blues Brothers, I never have and I never will. I want to and I really enjoy it. I do own Kat and this story. Please don't sue me!!!

Prologue

Elwood sat crouched in the alley behind the orphanage. He held a plate of kitchen scraps in one hand and was petting an orange tabby cat with the other hand. As he sat there another cat appeared and then another and another. There were so many that Elwood put the plate on the ground so the cats wouldn't climb all over him. He watched as they mingled about, scratching each other, jockeying each other for a shot at the food.

The alleyway door opened; briefly illuminating a small square of ground before the door closed with a soft 'click'.

"How the cats doing?" Curtis asked lighting his cigarette.

"Good."

"Any new ones?"

"Nope"

Curtis nodded and took a drag of the cigarette. He blew out a cloud of smoke, which hovered around his head, until he waved it away.

Suddenly the door banged open, bouncing off the wall to hover open.

"This sucks!" Jake said dropping onto a crate.

"God boy, don't do that to an old man," Curtis gasped, clasping a hand over his heart.

"You ain't that old," Elwood said.

Curtis chuckled, "Thanks kid. Now Jake, what's the problem?"

"The new kid's a girl."

Curtis raised an eyebrow over the rim of his black sunglasses. "Feeling a little intimidated, kid?" With the new girl there would be 27 girls vs. 14 boys.

"I ain't scared of nothing," Jake said, puffing out his chest.

" 'Cept the Penguin." Elwood said.

"Yea… I mean no… I mean…" Jake stuttered.

Elwood just smirked at the shorter teen.

Curtis chuckled and stomped out his cigarette. "Come boys, time for bedside prayers."

Jake and Elwood both sighed as they followed Curtis in, the door closing behind them with a soft 'click'.

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Cathline "Kat" Johnson sat silently by her bed, hands clasped in prayer, listening to the nun recite a prayer. She had a soft and nice voice that washed over all six girls in the room. She could hear voices from other rooms reciting the same prayer. The nun finished and the girls climbed into their beds, with scratchy, stiff sheets and musty blankets.

Kat closed her eyes and curled up into a ball. There was a pain in her gut that wouldn't go away. It had been a little more than a week since Papa died and the pain hadn't gotten any less. In fact she felt even worse after sitting shiva (A/N: shiva is a Jewish term for mourning. I'm pretty sure (as I'm not Jewish) that what happens is that the family sits around and family and friends come to pay their respects. Yes, Kat happens to be Jewish.). Tears started streaming silently down her cheeks. And she thought she couldn't cry anymore. Everything bad happened to her. Mama dying 4 years ago and now Papa falling off the building he was helping construct. She had bad luck. Her sobs got louder now and she could hear the girls whispering. She didn't care. She felt a cool hand on her forehead.

"It's alright child," the nun's voice said, " It's alright."

Her voice was the last thing Kat remembered as she drifted of to sleep.

So did you like it? Should I continue?

P.S. as I'm writing this I realized something. I made Kat Jewish and she's in a Christian orphanage. hmmm…