"Yet why did I allow that man
To touch my soul and teach me love?
He treated me like any other
He gave me his trust
He called me brother
My life he claims for God above
Can such things be?
For I had come to hate the world
This world that always hated me"

Connor and his twin both sang in unison as rain cascaded down upon them. Water soaked their hair and straight through their clothes, the hard muscular of their bodies outlining under their Victorian style work shirts. It was such an odd scene, but it didn't feel odd. For whatever reason, it felt nature. It felt real. Theresa had no idea where she was, but she knew she was watching the boys from a short distance. She watched as Connor turned from Murphy and began to walk away. In his hands he held some parchment, which he began to tear and throw into the air. Murphy's lips were still moving, signifying that he was still singing, even though Theresa could no longer hear him.

Everything became silent as the scene began to change. Theresa, in a tan colored Persephone cap sleeve dress, turned to see a rather grungy looking alleyway. She walked down it, the heels of her shoes clicking across the cobblestone path. At the end of the alley was an opening and her green eyes fixed upon what looked like an abandoned dock. She took a few steps down the stairs and stared at the people front of her. A disgusting man with a few missing teeth, what looked to be herpes on his lips and a top hat smiled at her. The teeth he did have were yellowed with age and neglect. Theresa raised a brow at him before looking down at herself. She noticed her skin was slightly dirty, as if she was one of these people. It was as if she belonged here all along. Taking more steps, she passed women, who pushed their boobs together at the sight of a man. Sailors, she gathered, frequented this area, due to the fact that it was a dock and the prostitutes were abundant, even if they were disease ridden. They looked worse than the man with the herpes on his lip.

As she moved closer to the prostitutes on the snow-covered ground, she saw Rhiley. Rhiley approached her, wearing some tight, saucy red dress. Her breasts, much like Theresa's were, were nearly popping out of the tight little number. "Come, my dear, there's plenty of action here. Plenty of men, willing to pay for a little fun."

Theresa opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Just as soon as she walked over, Rhiley sauntered away with a man who wore the hat of a Naval captain. Theresa pressed her back to the cold, hard wall and took in the scene around her. Something in her told her, that if she didn't find a man soon, she wouldn't be eating tonight. A moment later a man walked by her, a man who was tan, tall and someone she had definitely seen before but she couldn't remember where. He looked to be of Spanish decent. Theresa's fierce eyes fixed on him as he moved closer to him. The tune of 'Lovely Ladies' danced in her head and a part of her wanted to start singing, but she resisted. The man, now in front of her, placed his hand upon the wall against her hand and leaned in close to her. "You're perfect. Perhaps, we can have a little fun."

She grasped his hand and led him to what felt like her usual spot. A dirty looking cot with some filthy blankets and no pillow. Her voice rang through the old, decrepit ship that they stood in.

"Easy money
Lying on a bed
Just as well they never see
The hate that's in your head
Don't they know they're making love
To one already dead!"

Once the act was over and she felt like trash, the unnamed man threw two coins at her. They clanged to the ground and…

Theresa's eyes popped open and she stared at the dark ceiling. It was a long night full of strange dreams, if you could call the last one a dream, seemed more like a hallucination. A Les Miserables hallucination, there was no doubt about that. Still, it was better than the Harry Potter dream she had had earlier in the night. Smecker was Voldemort, Bloom was that fat woman who was clearly a crazed cat lady, the boys were Ron and Harry, Rhiley was Hermione and for whatever reason, Theresa was Sirius Black. The strange man had also been in every dream that she had, including the Harry Potter one. But why? Who was he? Once she was awake, she realized it was the man she had taken care of at the diner. She had no reason why he kept appearing. Maybe it was just one of those weird things that sometimes happened in dreams. You sometimes dream of people you have never met, or maybe saw in passing and there's no rhyme or reason for why you are dreaming of them, other than the fact that they are burned into your subconscious.

It had to be the oddest dream she had had all night. Theresa had woken up about six times during the night, the last one being the last time she'd tried to go back to sleep. She found it easier to just wake up and wander around the small compound. She passed the rooms the slept in. Romeo's door was closed, as well as Rhiley's and the others. The boys, however, seemed to leave their door open. Did these men know no fear? It was actually remarkable. Even Theresa, a seemingly hardened criminal, always slept with her dock locked. Hell, sometimes it was even barricaded with a dresser. She could recall a time when she tried to barricade her door with a chair. That plan hadn't worked at all. As soon as the person hunting her had found her, all he needed to do was break down the door. As for the chair, well needless to say it was found in pieces.

Theresa had found her way into the kitchen. Before sitting down at a rundown looking table, she made her way over to a cupboard and pulled it open. It took her a tries of opening cabinets before she found cups. With a cup in hand, she walked over to a plastic, cheap sink, one that you may use in your place of business for a quick cleanup. She turned the faucet and ran a finger under the water, waiting for it to turn ice cold. Once it did, she filled her glass up and took a swig as she walked over to a chair and plopped down.

She sat there for a few minutes in silence until someone walked in. She heard the sound of bare feet behind her, causing her to turn her head to the side. "What are you doing up?"

It was a Connor. It seemed like this man like to sneak up on the brunette beauty when she least expected it and Theresa wasn't sure if she liked it or not. It was obvious that Connor, even for his age, was a good looking man. Normally Theresa didn't look at men that were nearly twenty years older than her but she couldn't help it. Maybe it was the accent. Actually, that probably played a big part since Theresa always had a weakness for accents, even if she never acted on any feelings that she may have held for someone. To be honest, she didn't hold feeling for many people. Other than her parents, there was only one other person that she loved. Or at least she thought she loved him.

A boy named Cameron walked into her life when she was sixteen. His jet black hair and bright blue eyes had made her weak at the knees. He had a British accent, even though he always told her that she had the accent, due to the fact she was living in London, at the time. Theresa was a petty thief at the time. She had stolen a woman's flight ticket and managed to get on the flight without anyone realizing. She always thought it was dumb luck that she didn't get caught but maybe it was fate. Cameron was a Royal Guard, definitely not the type of man that Theresa would normally associate with.

Their meeting happened by chance. Theresa had walking by the guard when she decided to stop and do the typical tourist thing – try anything to make the guard break their focus and laugh. Needless to say, she failed and she didn't shy of making an ass of herself. During one of her little antics, she tripped and fell on her face, and in turn, the skirt she was wearing had flipped up and showed her bright pink thong to the world. Or at least to most of London. Later that night, Theresa had walked into a local pub. She, obviously, wasn't drinking but she was still allowed to be there and have some dinner. As she sat at her booth, waiting for her meal, the guard walked in and spotted her. He waltzed over to her table and said, "Aren't you the thong girl," he had asked.

Theresa broke from her thoughts and turned beet red. It actually wasn't Connor but his fraternal twin, Murphy. He was a lot scruffier than his brother and his face looked a bit different. Those were really the only differences between the two of them, apart from personality traits. They shared the same tattoos and the same cigarettes. Murphy sat down across from her, pulled a cigarette out of the pack in his hand and lit it up. "I couldn't sleep. Kept having weird dreams, like one of them happened to be a bunch of scenes from Les Mis."

"Oh, was that the crap you were listening to? Connor and I were debating about what it was. Seems he has some explaining to do."

Theresa couldn't help but let out a small laugh. The fact that Connor knew what Les Miserables was, was rather entertaining. Who knew that someone so hardcore could be such a softie? "It's not crap. It's a beautiful story."

Murphy let a smirk slide as he gazed at her. He didn't have anything more to say, at least for the moment so he just shrugged. He took a long drag of his cigarette and let the smoke slowly escape past his lips. Theresa just stared at him. She never understood why people smoked. All it did was blackened her lungs and shorten your life. And there's also the risk of getting cancer, but nowadays you could get cancer from just walking outside. Theresa had never smoked a day in her life and she knew she never would. Actually, she didn't do much of anything, including drinking. She never saw the appeal in that either. In Theresa's mind, she always had to be focused. If she let herself slip, that meant that her ass was going to be taken to jail.

"Well it's almost time for everyone else to do getting up," Murphy said as he stood up and stretched. Theresa didn't even know what time it was. She turned in her chair to look up at the clock that was hanging above the above door to the kitchen. It read 7:30 A.M. To be honest, Theresa had thought it was only around 4 A.M. but with all the blinds drawn tightly shut; every hour of the day would look like it was 4 A.M. outside.

Murphy walked out of the room without another word and soon after he departed, Smecker and Bloom walked in. Smecker grabbed a cup of a coffee and joined Bloom at the table. Eunice stared at Theresa for a moment then said, "So we have someone coming to join us. Apparently he knows Romeo."

There was nothing else for her to do but roll her eyes. Theresa never had many friends and now she seemed to be making new ones every day. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad. Theresa was already growing accustom to everyone she had met the night before. "So who is this guy?"

"Romeo said he worked with him on some ship," Eunice began.

Smecker cut in and said, "He told us his name is Cesar Medina and he used to run with some really hard gang, Los Viveras. He said they're located in Montreal."

Theresa, with her brow raised, looked from Bloom to Smecker. A gang, is that what he said? "So we're going to have some ghetto trash hanging around here?"

"And we're going to have a young girl who tortures and kills people," Smecker said with an air of arrogance. Theresa narrowed her eyes at the obvious dig. Theresa had really only tortured two people and that's because they deserved it. The first one was the man who had her parents butchered and the second – well maybe the second one didn't deserve it but the little bitch was so cocky.

"I'll have you know that I was a hired hand at one point. I wasn't just stomping around town killing whoever I wanted. Many of those people had a purpose. There was a reason behind their murders."

Smecker opened his mouth to retort but before he could get anything out, Romeo walked in, his hair looking like a frightful mess. Theresa only hoped that he was going to clean himself up a bit before their honored guest arrived. He took a seat on top of the counter and yawned loudly. Through his yawn, he said something about his 'homeboy' arriving early. Apparently, he would be there in an hour or so. "Man, I hate walking up this early but Cesar said he needed to leave Montreal ASAP."

Bloom questioned him as to why but Theresa didn't pay the conversation any mind. She didn't care. As far as she was concerned, she just wanted to give the Saints a list of names and be on her way. She knew that wasn't going to happen but she could hope.

As Bloom, Smecker and Romeo spoke, Theresa stood up and walked outside. There was a door just down the hallway and once she stepped out onto the dirt, she took in a deep breath. She took a few steps, her bare feet hitting the earth the sun hadn't warmed yet, and made her way to a small hill. She climbed up it and sat herself down, looking at the lush jungle that lay before her. A part of her want to venture into it and see what she could find but that was a bad idea. She'd get lost and more than likely die. It was a jungle after all and she was no explorer. Theresa may have lived by herself at one point but it wasn't like she lived in the jungle or even a forest. She had lived in an abandoned apartment building, the fifth floor to be exact. She slept on an old, decrepit couch that smelled like a nursing home. There were no blankets, so she had to steal some from the local walmart. It was easy. She just walked in, grabbed two of them, shoved them into her bag and ran out the emergency exit. She could remember hearing the alarm go off but for whatever reason, that section of the store was void of a camera, so when she got outside, she was free. Employees must have thought it was a false alarm because they hadn't even bothered trying to look outside.

"Trying to figure out how to run away?" Connor plopped down next to her and leaned back onto his elbows. Theresa turned a little to give him a quick glance then looked back at the jungle.

"No, I was going to pretend that I was Lara Croft and try to find some mysterious and magical treasure."

She couldn't see his face but she could feel him smiling and burning a hole in the back of her head. "Really, now? I don't think you can be Lara Croft."

"And why is that? Don't think I'm tough enough?"

"Maybe, I wouldn't know. I've only met you last night but I do know that she's not nearly as pretty as you are."

Theresa felt her cheeks heat up. It was ridiculous how easy it was for her to blush. She wanted to turn around and look at him but the red in her cheeks was preventing her from doing so. The last thing she needed was for him to see her blushing. It was embarrassing enough that she knew she was blushing, she didn't want anyone else to know.

"Well that's very kind." Maybe that nonchalant sounding response was enough to make him believe the comment didn't phase her. But it didn't, because he sat up and leaned forward. He had the perfect view of her rosy cheeks and he smiled.

"Oh? Did I flatter you?"

Theresa couldn't help but narrow her eyes at him. "I'm just not used to compliments."

"Especially when they are from such a total hunk, such as myself."

She laughed before saying, "Hey, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves."

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An hour or so had passed when Romeo had finally arrived back to the compound. Rhiley was sitting on a couch in what Theresa called the living room. She shouted something about Romeo being back and that he had a guy with him. Then she demanded to know who the hell the guy was. Apparently, Bloom had forgotten to mention him to Rhiley. As Romeo and Cesar, as Theresa learned he was called, walked in, Bloom and Rhiley were nearly having a screaming match about letting some criminal help them. Bloom had a point in mentioning that Theresa was a criminal and she was helping the boys. Rhiley immediately shut up and the red head stomped back over to the couch. Once there, she promptly went back to reading.

Theresa had walked into the living room and saw the man. Her jaw nearly hit the floor. It was him. The guy from the diner. The guy that haunted her dreams all night. He raised a brow as he looked at her. Maybe he recognized her too? Theresa didn't know but she quickly went into the kitchen, grabbed a knife from a drawer and ran back into the living room. Even though there was a slight height and weight difference, Theresa managed to push him up against the nearest wall, the knife held to his throat. "Who the fuck are you?" She demanded.

Romeo, who looked stunned, went to grab Theresa but Murphy and Connor stopped him. It seemed they wanted to see how this was going to play out, as well as Smecker and Bloom did. Cesar put his hands up, showing her meant her no harm. "Cesar Medina. I remember you."

"Small world. What were you doing in Seattle?" Theresa didn't move the knife away, if anything she was pushing it a bit more into his neck. Specks of scarlet were starting to slowly spill down his neck.

"I was working for a fishing company at the time. We stopped there for a few days, then went on our way."

"To where?"

"Back to Victoria. Does it matter?" He was cool, calm and collected. He probably knew how to disarm her if he needed to. Hell, he didn't even care that he was bleeding a little bit. After a moment of Theresa staring fiercely into his brown eyes, she backed off. The knife was still in her hand but she let him go. He pushed off the wall and brought his hand up to his neck. Fresh blood was on his hand when he pulled it away, it caused him to smirk. "She's a real spitfire, eh?"

No one really spoke, besides Connor who laughed and said 'yes.' Theresa went to sit next to Rhiley, who stared at her in shock. Rhiley had been around to clean up Theresa's messes but she never saw her attack anyone. She was never around when Theresa killed anyone. This side of her best friend was new and it was kind of exciting.

Cesar, sat across from them in a chair. Romeo had given him a rag to help stop the bleeding but he didn't take it. 'It's just a scratch,' he had said. And it was. Theresa could have done a lot more damage but she doubted he would have allowed her to. "Unlike that little minx over there, I have given up being a bad person. I left the gang that Romeo told you about two years ago. Paid my way out. Did everything they told me to do and out of nowhere they wanted me dead. Now here I am."

Rhiley raised a brow. "That's it? They wanted you dead, so you said you'd help."

"There's more to the story but I don't feel like getting into right now."

Sooner or later they would find out. Theresa wanted to know because now she was intrigued. She watched him curiously. There was something about this man, something mysterious that she wanted to know about. Maybe it was just the way he was. He was in a gang, so he was probably very secretive at one point. You had to be when you ran with people in gangs or mobs. Theresa was secretive. At least she was. That ended when she met Rhiley.

Bloom, with her hands on her hips, said, "So, can we get this party started now? There's bad men that needed to be taken out."

A/N: So my little minions, what did you think? You better review or I'm going to cry. That's right, I'm going to curl up into a ball and cry my little eyes out! But no seriously, please review. It helps keep the story going and it lets me know what you guys think. Whether you like it, hate it, have any opinions whatsoever. So get reviewing! Oh, and yes, I was watching Les Mis when I started writing this and thought it would be hilarious to put that in there … so ha ha, he he, ho ho.