Hope this makes some sort of sense.
In this Hannibal is about 15, Murdock is 10, BA is 8 and Face is 5.
Prologue
Murdock POV
Running. Rain was pouring. Making pattering sounds on the pavement, only magnified as the boy carried on running. He didn't want to stop. Couldn't. Screeching of tires. Screams. Death. That was all he could see. All he could hear. Help! No one had come. He'd ran. And ran. Until he got to civilisation. No one would help. He was just some little boy. A dirty crying scared little boy in their eyes. No one would help. No one would help him. He was lost. Lost. Lost. Lost. Lost.
BA POV
Sucka. Why'd I leave? Mama will be worried. Have to find him thought. Mama had been upset when he'd left. Had no right making his mama upset. Was gonna teach 'im a lesson. Make him wish he'd never upset his mama. Just wasn't right. Mama. He missed her. But he wouldn't come back. He couldn't. Not till the sucka paid. And he would pay. He'd pay bad.
Hannibal POV
Light the cigar. Damn rain. It was making the fire go out. No chance of getting dry yet though. No one was gonna let him in. Could squat. But he couldn't risk it. Couldn't risj being found by the police. Didn't want to go back their anyway. Why should he? It'd be back to the yelling. Do this. Do that. He could do what he like. He was old enough. Get away from that house. Away from the yelling. Get some peace. Finally. Take a drag of the cigar. Smile. Yeah this was nice. Freedom. Finally.
Face POV
Scared. Where's Mummy? He was lost. So lost. The teddy his mum had given him held tightly in his little hands. So scared. Home. Why did she go? When is she coming back? Mummy? Stares. Everyone's staring at him. Rain. Why's it so cold? Do they know where my Mummy is? Where am I? Can they help me? So scared. So scared and lost. I miss my Mummy. Does she miss me? Why did she leave me?
Murdock POV
Shelter. Finally somewhere I can rest. Somewhere I can get some rest. Wait out the storm. Could walk home when it's dry. Might get some food. Running to the cave, the little boy hugged his knees close to his chest. A crack of thunder made him start. Screeching tires. Dead all dead. Help!
BA POV
Shelter. No point getting no cold. Just get some rest for a while. Go looking after the storms past. Mama always said there's no point in walking in the rain. Only get you cold and wet. A slap of thunder. Mama was always there when storms where brewing. Miss Mama. Ain't no wuss though. Not gonna cry.
Hannibal POV
Shelter. About time. Need to get somewhere dry. Need to get some sleep so I can think. Think of a plan. Think of a way to get a room. Keep the cigars dry to. Clap of thunder. Nothing abnormal. Corse, never been out in a storm alone before. Just sit in the shelter till the storm passes. Not like I'm scared. Just gotta keep warm.
Face POV
Shelter. Cold. Miss Mummy. So scared. Go and sit in it, can still see the bus stop. If Mummy comes back, I'll still see her. Clap of thunder. Tears running down his face. Trembling and clutching Teddy. Keep running. Run away from storm. Get dry. Sleep. See Mummy soon. She won't leave me in a storm. So scared.