Zirconia: I don't own the Boondock Saints, I only own Beatrice (and Constance when she appears eventually). Don't like, don't read. I'm somewhat of a no0b when it comes to these characters but I tried. No flames, please. First chapter is short on purpose.

'Where am I? Please don't tell me I'm lost… My back is killing me…' The white-blonde haired woman sat up in the darkness of the alley and looked around. The feeling of being in danger filled her senses and she stood and ran. As if on cue, four figures appeared out of the darkness and began chasing her.
Not knowing where she was, she just ran in random directions as the rain fell. Upon spotting a church, she ran as fast as she possibly could to reach the door. Help would be there…
The woman ran up the steps and reached for the door.

"Da?" Conner and Murphy stared up at their father as he stood up, s strange look on concentration on his face, "Da, what's wrong?"
Without a word, he stepped into the isle and started walking to the door.
"What's wrong?" Murphy asked Conner.
"No idea…"
At that moment, the doors were forced open and a woman ran in. Her torn wet white dress was dirty with blood and mud and her long wet, blonde hair was knotted up in tangles. Her bare feet were bloody as well.
Il Duce rushed to her and caught her which only made her panic more.
"Calm down, lass! Yer safe here." He said. His voice was lowered but he seemed almost in shock as if he had seen a ghost.
The brothers were annoyed, though. In unison, they both stood and yelled, "Da!"
The older man turned around, the blonde clinging to him for dear life, "We have a problem…"

"Sooo someone explain why we rented a random apartment room in the middle of God knows where for this girl?" Conner asked, Murphy beside him nodding his head.
Il Duce just looked at the blonde beside them, "Yer special. Ya know that don't'cha? God sent ye here to me and my boys. I can feel it. You feel it too, don't'cha?"
She nodded, still looking as if she'd cry at any given moment.
"What's yer name, lass?"
"Beatrice…" She was curled up in a blanket since her torn dress was failing at keeping her covered.
"My name is-"
"Noah…" She answered for him. He turned to Conner and Murphy, "In due time, everything will be revealed."
The two younger men looked to the blonde. Murphy was the one to comment, "Da, I think she needs some clothes."
The right tank top sleeve had been completely torn, the poor female was holding it in order to keep it from showing anything. On the left side of the sun-dress, the entire skirt part was ripped and looked as if it'd fall off at any given second.
"That she does."
Beatrice curled the blanket tighter around her petite body. Murphy smiled at her, "You can wear some of mine until we go somewhere. They might be a little big, though…"
She was given a black, long sleeved button up dress shirt to sleep in. The sleeved came way past her hands and the top kept falling over her shoulder. But it managed to cover everything.
"Thank you." Beatrice said to Murphy with a smile. The way she was acting, you would've thought someone had given her gold or a diamond or something.
"You're very welcome..."

Something was very odd and off about this girl but the brothers couldn't quite figure out what it was...