A.N. Okay just so everyone knows I know that this is taking me awhile but I will be getting to these chapters more since I finished two of my stories. Please, please review. Thanks a bunch.

They were happy, no they were estatic because today was their birthday, they were going to be ten today. The twins Katerina and Hunter Riley were on their way home from school and they were running so that they could get home in time to sample the cake Miss Ella made for their birthday. They rushed to get inside but when they opened their door, they stopped in their tracks. It smelled horrible, like burned flesh and a sour smell they couldn't quite place. That's when Hunter saw it, the stuff dripping down their walls, it wasn't paint but it was as red as an apple. He tried to push Katerina back out the door but she just shoved him away and moved further into their homes. That's when she saw him, her father and he was laying on the ground and it looked like something had torn him to shreds.

But she never cried out she just walked further into their once lovely home which was now an unbearable sight and she walked into the kitchen where she found Miss Ella. Murdered in much the same fashion as her father but when she turned to walk back out she saw the body of her mother, nude and covered in stab wounds. She swallowed her tears knowing that she had to be strong for herself and for her brother and she knew that crying would not get her anywhere. She quickly turned and walked back to the entryway where Hunter stood still staring into the blank of eyes of his father.

"Hunter?" When he didn't answer, she walked over and shook him roughly by his shoulders, "Hunter! Go to your room and pack some clothes and grab all of the money that mother and father gave you." Hunter followed her orders obediently and climbed the stairs two at a time. Katerina walked into their living room and began her search for all of the valuables and any money she could find. Once she finished downstairs, she climbed the stairs to her house for what she knew would be the last time and she packed her things, and then searched her parents room for anything of value there. She opened her fathers top drawer and pulled out some documents that looked like they may be important so she shoved them in the bag along with everything else.

Once she was done with all that she went to her brothers room and found him sitting on his bed staring off into space. Quickly she picked up his bag and threw it over her shoulder with her own and then gently took him by his arm and led him out of the house and away from the horror that had once been the center of their lives. Katerina knew that they needed a place to stay but her mind had stopped functioning once they were out of the house so her and her brother just wondered around for the rest of the day and finally ended up in an alley huddled together against the cold.

They fell asleep quickly but Katerina awoke soon after when she heard voices talking at the end of the entry to alley. She kept her breathing steady and tried to listen to their conversation. "I told you we missed the brats."

"You also said the brats were visiting their grandparents."

"How was I supposed to know those damn Riley's had enough to pay for school but couldn't find it in their hearts to pay us off?" Then she heard the footsteps and she jumped to her feet and screamed as loudly as she could.

She knew that it was New York and most people ignored anything that they wanted to but she couldn't think of anything else to do. Suddenly a hand clamped over her mouth and she was shoved up against the wall. A knife was brought dangerously close to the skin on her face and she whimpered. "Now why did you have to go and do that, I'm going to have to punish you now."

Then he drew the knife threw her eyebrow and top lip, obviously trying to leave scars, for others to see so that they would know that she was marked. Using her remaining strength she brought her knee between his legs and he let go of her doubling over in pain. She saw that another man had her brother and so she grabbed the fallen knife and stabbed him in the back. Instantly he let go of Hunter and tried to pull the knife out. Her and Hunter grabbed their bags and took off out of the alley and up the street. After what seemed like hours of running they collapsed on a front stoop, bleeding and dirty.

That's how the newsies found them the next day, the leader then had been Torch and he had them brought in and laid on bunks, so that they could be examined. The next day it was decided that the two twins would stay there, and although neither Katerina nor Hunter would talk about their past the newsies knew it must have been bad. After living with the newsies for a few days they got new names, Hunter became Temper, for his violent temper and his tendency to jump into a fight before actually knowing what it was about. And Katerina was now called Ice because she was just that Ice, never cried, never showed emotion or pain, she was ice.

After a month of selling newspapers and learning all of the tricks the two men came to the lodging house looking for Katerina and Hunter, of course none of the newsies would give them up but they had plenty to say to the twins when the two men left. Torch was the first to speak, "How do you know the DeFranco brothers?"

Temper as always tried to control the situation by dodging the question, "We don't hey any of you boys up for a game of poker?"

Ice pushed Temper against the wall and it was the first time in all the months that they'd been there that anyone had ever seen Ice really interact with another newsie. "They deserve to know Temp, so you keep your mouth shut and let me do all the talking." Ice pulled Torch into the backroom to fully explain to him what had happened and he told the rest of the boys only what they needed to know. Everyone of those newsies kept this in mind and everyone treated Katerina and Hunter with more respect. That was how all the newsies in Brooklyn grew to hate the DeFranco brothers and how Katerina and Hunter found the family they'd thought they'd lost forever.