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But I do own the people who I make up and what not.
I decided to re-write this fanfic cause I think that is has some potential but it needs some changes ~ Katie
Changes Chapter 1: Background info
Her name, Aurora Colon, but better know as Rory (a/n: hehe! That's my friend's dog name, I love that name!) to those who she called her friends. She had flaming red hair with bright green eye, she was about 5'4 and was one hell of a fighter. Her family didn't exist in her life. She had a mother named Cali, father named Christopher, one brother, Mitchell who was two years older than her, and a sister Melody who was three years younger than her. Her mother died giving birth to her sister Melody, and after that her father was never the same, and thus began his drinking problem. It wasn't bad the first 5 years, but as his problem grew so did the severity of his beatings. In the beginning her father only beat her brother, Eric. This lasted for 2 years before he finally ran away. He said good bye to her and explained why he had to leave but Rory was still hurt by the fact that he would just leave her and Melody like that. Rory was 10 at the time when Mitchell ran away and Melody was 7.
Soon with no Mitchell to beat her father eventually moved on to her. Between that beatings from her father and taking care of her sister she learned how to fight. She had made friends with some of the 'streetrats' as her father called them. These new friends of hers taught her one of the basic survival needs, how to fight.
One night when she came home from one of her 'fighting lessons' she noticed that her sister looked very pale. Her sister had come down with Ammonia, and died a week later. Two years after Eric left (a/n: I'm trying to give you a sense of how much time passed and what not). Rory was devastated because her sister was that only part of her family left that she actually cared about, and now it was just her and her father! The beatings became more frequent and harder. Every time she would try and fight her father off but never succeeded. It seemed the harder she tried the more pain she was in. Her friends urged her to leave but she never listened to them. Until one day she took her fate into her own hands and did something that would change her life forever.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Flash back*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Her dad stumbled in more drunk that she had ever seen him. She just shrank back in the corner hoping he wouldn't notice her. But he indeed noticed her. He walked over to her and grabbed her by her hair (she was 13 at the time) and threw her across the room. Rory stood up she was determined not to let him see her cry, right then at that moment she decided never to let anyone she her cry again, crying was for weaklings, she was defiantly not weak.
Soon she felt her fathers fist make contact with her face. This was nothing new so she just thought that this was another one of his beatings. She soon realized that this was not another on of his beatings. Rory saw that look in her fathers eyes and in them was pure hate. She knew that only one of them would get out of this alive. She tried to fight back but it was useless, not matter how hard she fought he just kept coming back and striking harder.
The pain soon became unbearable. She collapsed to the ground and just laid there while he beat her. She couldn't do anything to stop him, she was paralyzed with fear and pain. A few minutes passes and he showed no sign of letting up anytime soon, she figured that she would be the one that end up dead.
Soon she heard the door to their apartment open and standing there was her friend, her savior, his name was Austin, he was 15 and from Austin Texas, hence that name. He ran over and ripped her father off her and threw him on the ground. Her father hit his head rather hard on the ground. With already being drunk and the hit he had just sustained, he was knocked unconscious. Austin picked up Rory and took her away from the place where she had lived, her 'home'. That's all she could remember cause after she was in Austin's arms she passed out.
She woke up three days later to see Austin and many unfamiler faces looking at her. She looked around to see where she was, it looked to be an abandoned factory of some sort. She was right. Austin explained that this was where he lived with a few of his friends, they were somewhat of what one would consider a 'gang'.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~End flashback~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rory was sitting on the roof of the building where she lived. It was an abandoned factory. Her and 'her boys' lived there, they now considered themselves a gang. They worked as pickpockets on the streets of the Bronx.
Her boys where Austin who was now 17 he had short blonde hair with a greenish blueish eyes was about 5'7 and very good looking, but to Rory he was just a friend, nothing more (Rory was now 15). Tiny,16 who had jet black hair and what almost looked like black eyes but they were just a really dark brown and tan skin, was about 5'4ft and very built. Reffy,17, who had brown hair with blue eyes, was about 5'6 and got his name because of how many times he had been in the refuge. Bullseye,15, who also had brown hair, brown eyes and was very tan, he was Italian, and last but no least Aces, Aces,16 had dirty blonde hair green eyes and was about 5'5 feet, he got his name because he loved playing poker. This was her family now Rory thought as she was pulled back to reality by Austin coming up onto the roof.
"Hey girl (a/n: I'm going to write it without the accents, imagine them)" Austin said.
"Heya" She responded.
"Whatcha thinking about?" He asked but he was sure he already knew.
"Me family, if my father is still alive and looking for me" she said.
"Ah, well its getting late you might want to come in, we gotta get up bright and early tomorrow for another day of 'work'" he told her, Austin was like Rory's older brother, he looked out for her and vise-versa.
"Alright, I'm coming, but ya know I wouldn't exactly call what we do work" she said while laughing. He smiled and began to laugh. They walked down stairs but Rory's mind was still wondering about what ever happened to her brother. Is he still alive? If he is where is he? Have I even forgiven him yet? Thinking about this made her even more tired so she headed over to her bed and soon fell asleep.
But her questions would soon be answered.
A/N: how'd ya like it? Review and tell me what ya think. I know that this chapter was a little slow but I promise they'll get better. If any of you want to be in the story just tell me and I'll be glad to do it =)
I decided to re-write this fanfic cause I think that is has some potential but it needs some changes ~ Katie
Changes Chapter 1: Background info
Her name, Aurora Colon, but better know as Rory (a/n: hehe! That's my friend's dog name, I love that name!) to those who she called her friends. She had flaming red hair with bright green eye, she was about 5'4 and was one hell of a fighter. Her family didn't exist in her life. She had a mother named Cali, father named Christopher, one brother, Mitchell who was two years older than her, and a sister Melody who was three years younger than her. Her mother died giving birth to her sister Melody, and after that her father was never the same, and thus began his drinking problem. It wasn't bad the first 5 years, but as his problem grew so did the severity of his beatings. In the beginning her father only beat her brother, Eric. This lasted for 2 years before he finally ran away. He said good bye to her and explained why he had to leave but Rory was still hurt by the fact that he would just leave her and Melody like that. Rory was 10 at the time when Mitchell ran away and Melody was 7.
Soon with no Mitchell to beat her father eventually moved on to her. Between that beatings from her father and taking care of her sister she learned how to fight. She had made friends with some of the 'streetrats' as her father called them. These new friends of hers taught her one of the basic survival needs, how to fight.
One night when she came home from one of her 'fighting lessons' she noticed that her sister looked very pale. Her sister had come down with Ammonia, and died a week later. Two years after Eric left (a/n: I'm trying to give you a sense of how much time passed and what not). Rory was devastated because her sister was that only part of her family left that she actually cared about, and now it was just her and her father! The beatings became more frequent and harder. Every time she would try and fight her father off but never succeeded. It seemed the harder she tried the more pain she was in. Her friends urged her to leave but she never listened to them. Until one day she took her fate into her own hands and did something that would change her life forever.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Flash back*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Her dad stumbled in more drunk that she had ever seen him. She just shrank back in the corner hoping he wouldn't notice her. But he indeed noticed her. He walked over to her and grabbed her by her hair (she was 13 at the time) and threw her across the room. Rory stood up she was determined not to let him see her cry, right then at that moment she decided never to let anyone she her cry again, crying was for weaklings, she was defiantly not weak.
Soon she felt her fathers fist make contact with her face. This was nothing new so she just thought that this was another one of his beatings. She soon realized that this was not another on of his beatings. Rory saw that look in her fathers eyes and in them was pure hate. She knew that only one of them would get out of this alive. She tried to fight back but it was useless, not matter how hard she fought he just kept coming back and striking harder.
The pain soon became unbearable. She collapsed to the ground and just laid there while he beat her. She couldn't do anything to stop him, she was paralyzed with fear and pain. A few minutes passes and he showed no sign of letting up anytime soon, she figured that she would be the one that end up dead.
Soon she heard the door to their apartment open and standing there was her friend, her savior, his name was Austin, he was 15 and from Austin Texas, hence that name. He ran over and ripped her father off her and threw him on the ground. Her father hit his head rather hard on the ground. With already being drunk and the hit he had just sustained, he was knocked unconscious. Austin picked up Rory and took her away from the place where she had lived, her 'home'. That's all she could remember cause after she was in Austin's arms she passed out.
She woke up three days later to see Austin and many unfamiler faces looking at her. She looked around to see where she was, it looked to be an abandoned factory of some sort. She was right. Austin explained that this was where he lived with a few of his friends, they were somewhat of what one would consider a 'gang'.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~End flashback~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rory was sitting on the roof of the building where she lived. It was an abandoned factory. Her and 'her boys' lived there, they now considered themselves a gang. They worked as pickpockets on the streets of the Bronx.
Her boys where Austin who was now 17 he had short blonde hair with a greenish blueish eyes was about 5'7 and very good looking, but to Rory he was just a friend, nothing more (Rory was now 15). Tiny,16 who had jet black hair and what almost looked like black eyes but they were just a really dark brown and tan skin, was about 5'4ft and very built. Reffy,17, who had brown hair with blue eyes, was about 5'6 and got his name because of how many times he had been in the refuge. Bullseye,15, who also had brown hair, brown eyes and was very tan, he was Italian, and last but no least Aces, Aces,16 had dirty blonde hair green eyes and was about 5'5 feet, he got his name because he loved playing poker. This was her family now Rory thought as she was pulled back to reality by Austin coming up onto the roof.
"Hey girl (a/n: I'm going to write it without the accents, imagine them)" Austin said.
"Heya" She responded.
"Whatcha thinking about?" He asked but he was sure he already knew.
"Me family, if my father is still alive and looking for me" she said.
"Ah, well its getting late you might want to come in, we gotta get up bright and early tomorrow for another day of 'work'" he told her, Austin was like Rory's older brother, he looked out for her and vise-versa.
"Alright, I'm coming, but ya know I wouldn't exactly call what we do work" she said while laughing. He smiled and began to laugh. They walked down stairs but Rory's mind was still wondering about what ever happened to her brother. Is he still alive? If he is where is he? Have I even forgiven him yet? Thinking about this made her even more tired so she headed over to her bed and soon fell asleep.
But her questions would soon be answered.
A/N: how'd ya like it? Review and tell me what ya think. I know that this chapter was a little slow but I promise they'll get better. If any of you want to be in the story just tell me and I'll be glad to do it =)