Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Katekyo Hitman Reborn, nor do i own the story line to the movie Sucker Punch. But i do, however, love both and enjoy mixing the two together.

Fran was sitting in the middle of his bed listening to the murmured voices and the rain around the old two-story house. He looked up feeling his heart stop as the doctor who had been taking care of his and his sister's mother came in.

"Fran… I-I'm so sorry… she just couldn't pull through…" he said nervously, looking down to the sweat-covered rag he was ringing in his hands.

Fran got up quickly and ran from the room and to the room where his now dead mother's body lay, at her side his sister was sobbing. In the corner of the room stood a dark figure smirking evilly. It was their stepfather, he was sure that his now dead wife had left everything to him in her will.

Fran just held his sobbing sister and glared at the evil man. Fran knew the only reason he had even married his mother in the first place was to get at her money. He sighed and continued soothing his sister.

In the days to come there was a funeral held for his mother. Fran held his sobbing younger sister as they walked up to the grave and threw in two white roses and backed away as two men began to shovel the soft earth on the shining black coffin, the white roses quickly being smothered by the heavy earth.

Later that night in his study their stepfather held a manila envelope in his hands, the words "Last Will & Testament" in bold letters on the front. He smiled evilly at it and put down his whiskey exchanging it for the letter opener. He carefully pulled out the documents and read them over carefully, quickly becoming enraged as he read "I leave everything to my son and daughter".

"Ahhhhh!" he growled and chugged down the rest of the whiskey in the bottle on the desk and then threw the empty bottle into the fireplace causing the flames to grow then dwindle back down. He stomped up towards Fran's room. Fran heard the beast of a man coming and ran to slam his door but the man had reached it at the same time as he did. Fran pushed the door with all his might trying to keep the evil man away from him. The man shoved the door open and Fran stumbled back a couple steps, only to go flying at the man and punch him in the face.

He stumbled back a bit and watched as Fran slammed the door. Then the stepfather decided he'd just deal with this punk later, pulling out his ring of keys and holding the door closed he locked Fran in his room, smiling, and then walked towards the younger sister's room who had been watching the scene from the keyhole in the door to her room. She slowly backed away from her door as her stepfather approached it and flung the door open looking back at Fran's room where he was now banging on the door trying to get out.

The young girl ran past her stepfather snatching the keys from his hands and running down the hall to a near by broom closet and locking herself in it curling up on the floor next to the mops and buckets.

Bang.

There was a kick at the door.

Bang.

Another one.

Bang.

The wood was cracking.

Fran was in his room frantically trying to think of how to save his sister. Then it hit him, he'd have to go out the window. He ran over the window dreading what he was going to have to do but he had to save his sister from that beast of a man.

He flung the window open rain pelting down on his pale skin and green hair. He climbed on to the sill and peeked out side seeing the drain that was near his room. He held on to the window, and stretched as far as he could almost reach the pipe, he'd have to jump.

He swallowed hard, for his sister, he thought. Then jumped grabbing the pipe not being able to get a good grip on it because of the rain. He was breathing hard being about fifteen feet up off the ground. He quickly shimmied down the rest of the pipe running in the front door and into the study where he knew his stepfather had a gun in his desk. He quickly grabbed the gun and ran up to where he heard the sounds of said awful man trying to kick a door down. Fran's heart stopped when he heard the door finally break loose and his sister scream. He ran frantically up the stairs and pointed the gun at his stepfather.

Click.

He had the gun ready and his stepfather heard the noise and slowly stood up looking at Fran. He put his hands up. Fran fired the gun missing and hitting the light in the closet, shattering it and startling the man. The second time he fired he managed to hit the man in the arm, causing him to shrink to the floor in fear and slowly crawl away from the closet.

Fran ran into the closet and held his sister.

She's not breathing.

Fran shook her tears falling from his eyes

No.

It can't be.

Fran held his still sister, suddenly feeling something warm on his hand. He lifted his fingers and saw now that his hand was covered in her blood. He looked closer and saw her throat had been slit.

No!

Why her?

Fran started to sob, rocking his sister's body back and forth. Finally the anger hit him he carefully laid his sister down and marched out of the closet with the gun in his hand. He aimed it at his stepfather who was on the phone near the closet. He dropped the phone and looked up at Fran in panic shielding his face from impending death.

Fran just shook his head at the sad excuse of a man, and ran from the house dropping the gun on his way down the stairs. He ran all the way to the place where his mother had been buried and just sat there in the rain staring at her head stone. He silently wondered why this was happening to him.

Fran looked up to the sound of a few cars pulling up to where he was just as dawn was painting the sky. There was an ambulance, a police car, and his stepfather's car. He had an emotionless mask on his face. He had lost everything and things were just about to get worse. He let the officers drag him to the ambulance and then felt a small prick of a needle and looked to his arm suddenly becoming drowsy, before he could fall asleep though he was put in his stepfather's car where he passed out.

A/N: Hey guys! so this is my first time writing a fanfic, I'll take any criticism I can get. I need to be able to improve my writing so you all can enjoy reading it. I'll try to update as soon as I can, like a once a week schedule. Thank you for your time.