Somehow Kyle, Freddie, and Ashley ended up in Carly's apartment, sitting on the couch, while Carly paced in front of them, and Sam was in the kitchen eating a bacon and ham sandwich.

"Can you stop pacing? You're tiring me out." Ashley said.

"No." Carly said. "I'm trying to wrap my head around the fact that your parents are murderers." Carly said.

"And you two think your lives are fucked up. Try being constantly told 'children of murderers burn in hell', get hit by cars, and have people try to kill you because your parents are serial killers. What fun." Freddie said. Carly and Sam stared at them.

"Why did your parents kill people?" Carly asked.

"They had mental problems." Kyle deadpanned.

"Wow. You like getting straight to the point." Freddie said.

"Really?" Carly asked confused.

"Yeah. They challenge someone. They write riddles for the person they challenged to find the person they kidnapped. If time runs out and they kill the kidnapped. The person they challenged has to solve the riddles they placed and then move onto the next riddle. It's like a big circle that has no ending." Freddie explained. "They called themselves the Ying Yang Killers."

"How did she end up in all that?" Carly asked referring to Ashley.

"She's our best friend. She was over at our house, and everything. She ended up going through what went through, because of it." Kyle said.

"Oh." Carly said, and started to pace in front of them, causing the three on the couch to groan.

"If your parents are murderers, does that mean you're in the Witness Protection Program?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." Ashley said.

"What are your real names?" Sam asked curious.

"Full names, or just first names?" Freddie asked.

"Full names." Sam said.

"My full name. Tristan Kyle Scott." Freddie said.

"Kyle Tristan Scott." Kyle said.

"That's not weird at all." Carly said.

"Like I said, our parents are mentally unsound." Freddie snapped back.

"My full name. Ashley Mary Lou Jones." Ashley said and then sighed.

"Wasn't that your mom's name?" Kyle asked.

"I don't know. I never knew her. I lived with dudes for fifteen years. They never talked about her that much." Ashley said and fingered the 'I touched a llama' button on her shirt.

"Oh." Carly said, she started to pace again. She needed some time for it all to sink in.

"Maybe we should go." Kyle said and the three teens left the apartment.


The three was in Ashley's apartment, laying down on her floor, under sleeping bags.

"She took it easily than I expected." Kyle said.

"She's in shock. Give it till morning and she'll start freaking out thinking that we'll become murderers to." Freddie said and shrugged.

"Oh." Ashley said.

"Yeah." Freddie said and bite his lower lip. He was thinking about something.

"Does this mean that we have to move again?" Kyle asked, like he read Freddie's mind. Freddie and Ashley looked at Kyle at the same time.

"I hope we don't." Freddie said and Ashley nodded her head, agreeing with Freddie.

"I was barely here for four weeks and then people finding out our parents were murderers, what a record." Kyle said, sarcasm dripping in tone and then closed his eyes.

"I was here for one week." Ashley said and shrugged.

"Two years." Freddie said and then looked over at his brother. "And you fall asleep on us." Ashley felt some tears fall down her cheeks.

"I don't want to move to a different state, lie about who I am, and all that other shit. It's so hard." Ashley said. "Keeping up with all that stuff."

"I know. I hope we aren't forced to move again." Freddie agreed. He didn't want to go through all that trouble of making friends, lying to their faces, keeping who he really is a secret, end up getting their trust, but breaking theirs in the end, once they find out who his parents are, and end up being forced to move again.

Yeah. It takes a strong person to handle all that holding their head held high. Freddie heard his brother sigh, and wondered if Kyle was trying to read his mind again.

"I don't won't to go through all that anymore. I just want to be who I am." Ashley said. "Without going undercover or something. What am I? A spy?"

"I know right?" Freddie agreed. "Is it to hard to ask-"

"Quiet." Kyle ordered, "I'm trying to have a peaceful dream that doesn't involve getting tied down to a sidewalk and get beaten up till I piss blood." Freddie and Ashley shuddered at the thought.

Freddie shuddered because he knew what that felt like and Ashley shuddered because she couldn't bear the thought of peeing blood when it wasn't her time of month.

"That must be uncomfortable." Ashley whispered to Freddie.

"Yeah. It-" Freddie started to whisper back but his brother faked snored loudly trying to get them to quiet down. "Let's talk in the morning." Ashley nodded and reached over to her lamp. She turned it of and threw the room into darkness.

"I wonder if we'll be forced to move again." Ashley said.

"Me to Ashley." Freddie agreed.

"How many times do I have to tell you to shut up?" Kyle snapped.

"Sorry. You'll be a nagging husband." Freddie said and can tell his brother rolled his eyes.

"You'll be a bitching wife." Kyle countered.

"Take that back." Freddie ordered.

"What are you going to do? Bitch me to death?" Kyle countered and then Ashley heard something that sounded like fighting. She sighed. She wasn't sure how she can survive without the Ying Yang Twins in her life.

That was what the police called Freddie and Kyle, because of their status of being the Ying Yang Killers children. She wasn't sure who came up with that name for the twins, but it didn't matter.


A/N: Someone requested longer chapters so here's a longer chapter. Four pages long. Hope this explains some of their past.