A/N: - Thanks to SpyroCynderMal100, Meowth's Toon Dragon, and Michelle Maria Salvatore for the reviews! Super sorry for the delay, came back from my internet-less grandma's later than expected. At least you'll get a surprise this chapter!

NEWS! I will try to update Heritage tomorrow despite the lack of reviews (REVIEW! XD).

Finally, I will now be updating every weekend. Recently, I've been changing ideas and chapters. So, this means I'll have better quality chapters and you will surely be more entertained! So, read on for the surprise!

"Now if I know anything, churches are the best place to find food." Sneakers licked his lips as he and Becca walked down the clean street, which had practically been washed from the storm. "And I could do with some."

"Churches...? Surely... supermarkets or something...?" Becca said quietly.

"Hahah!" Sneaker smirked and put a hand on Becca's shoulder. "You got a lot to learn, Princess. The food outside of food shops are usually bad in some way. While they are good in a pinch, you want to eat fresh, don't you?" Sneakers ducked behind a building, pulling Becca with him. "Now, I don't know if it's the same here, but back in New York, the Churches hold places for the homeless to eat. A lot of us don't like gathering 'round tables' so to speak, so the Churches leave out bins or boxes filled with eatable food and- Aha!" With a triumphant exclamation, Sneakers peered around the side of the building, pointing to the back of a church off the side of the main road. The church was pure white with stairs leading up. A man had just disappeared through wooden doors, while a box lay on the steps.

"Right then, let's go see what they left for us." Sneakers strode out into the large open area, hunching somewhat to try and block some of the weather. Becca followed, scared of being seen. She didn't like being in an open town, and was especially conscious that she didn't really... 'belong' to being homeless. She didn't look homeless, although she had developed the thin frame and dark eyes customary of fitful sleeps and bad diets. Despite her ruffled appearance, she just looked like a girl who partied a bit too hard.

"I hope for some sausages..." His eyes filled with hunger as he pulled a white cloth off the top of the box and reached in towards a pile of cans. A sudden snap was heard and Sneakers let off a howl of pain. He drew his hand back and hanging from his index finger was a mouse trap. "Ah, ah, get it off, get it off, ah!" Sneakers grit his teeth and looked to Becca, but Becca had frozen at the sight of the blood trickling down to the pavement where the trap had split the skin. Sneakers cursed and gingerly grasped the end of the mousetrap with his own hand and attempted to pull it off. He suddenly shivered as a large drop of rain went down his back and accidently pulled harder than intended. He let off a yell as the mousetrap was ripped off, taking some skin with it.

Sneakers clutched his finger in pain, biting his lip. "M-Mousetraps...?"

Becca slowly reached into the box to pull out a can. "They're empty..."

"They trick the homeless?" Gritting his teeth, Sneakers looked surprisingly angry. "They can't just accommodate a few cans? They have to resort to treating us like pests?" Sneakers suddenly straightened up and slammed his fist on the wooden door hard enough for it to shake in its frame. "You think it's funny!" Sneakers yelled, pressing his nose against the wood. "You think it's funny that we suffer? You think it's intelligent to put traps for us! We're homeless for a reason!" Sneakers punched the wooden door again, splitting his knuckle. "We are not pests! We are not vermin! Isn't your so called 'God' meant to treat everyone as equal? Well, where the hell is the equality!" Sneakers took a deep breath and lowered his bloody fist at a light touch on the elbow from Becca.

"Let's go..." Becca whispered.

"Yeah..." Sneakers said hoarsely. "Sorry... I just... I just get frustrated sometimes, you know?" Sneakers broke out a smile which was so familiar, although it didn't reach his eyes. "Let's find somewhere else, shall we?" Regretting punching the door and injuring his hand further, Sneakers clutched the hand to his chest and started to walk. "Princess... let's just go..."

XXX

"Rusty piece of junk." Lee Ford, a long-time tow truck driver and long-time smoker spat his cigarette to the ground to turn the key viciously. "Come on...!" Lee was currently sitting in the driver's seat of his anointed tow truck, with white paint and black lettering. Small amount of rust was showing at the frame and spread down the main support for the hook on the chain. The engine finally roared to life and Lee gave a sigh of relief. "Yes!" With a whoop, Lee pressed on the accelerator. "I am not going to be towed as a tow truck."

Lee drove off, using his free hand to place another cigarette and lit it with a zippo lighter.

XXX

"I guess we'll take your food plan then, Princess." Sneakers grinned and looked to Becca. "By the way, do you know my real name?"

"Your... real name?" Becca blinked. For as long as she knew him, Sneakers was always Sneakers, just like Patch was always Patch. Never had Becca considered or even though about what their real names were. Although, now she was thinking about it, it made sense. After all, she was Becca Matthews to herself, but Princess to her friends.

"Yeah, my real name." Sneakers started to bite his thumbnail as he talked. "I know your name. Patch told me. So, I figured I might as well tell you mine. Strike up conversation." Sneakers finished with his thumb and moved to his little finger. "Dylan Kimberly. The last name sucks, I know, but at least I don't have an embarrassing first name like Annabelle."

"Annabelle... sounds perfectly normal..." Becca looked confused.

"Oh, it would be... on a girl. Annabelle Proctor, who now goes by the name Patch."

Becca blinked for a few moments, before the rough and tumble face of Patch, complete with his grizzled beard came into her mind. Then the head attached to the shoulders of a lady. Unable to help herself, Becca let out an uncharacteristic giggle. "P-Patch... is Anna-Annabelle?" She managed to choke out, trying to regain her composure.

"Yep. He told me when he was drunk. Apparently his parents had bought a room complete with toys and furnishings for a female. When they got him instead, they raised him like a female. He says his beard is the only thing which keeps him from remembering his... ahh... feminine past." Sneakers stopped and looked at Becca.

"What...?" Becca asked shyly.

"You should laugh more often. Makes you look about ten years younger. A man could fall for you."

Becca felt her cheeks grow hot and turned away to hide it. "I... I..."

"Don't worry, I'm joking." Dylan laughed. "But really, it brightens you up so much. Makes you look like you have a house somewhere."

"I suppose technically... I do." Becca suddenly said. "Not that I'd ever live with them again. I don't know where they live..." Becca fingered her hospital bracelet and went silent.

Sneakers glanced at Becca and let out a soft sigh. The two walked quietly down the street, the rain not really being felt since it had been raining for so long. They started to climb a semi-steep hill, trying to keep from falling over as their shoes slid on the pavement.

XXX

At the top of the hill, Lee Ford was on his second cigarette and talking on his phone.

"Yep, just got to deal with a final job and I'm off my shift. Sure, I can come tonight. The bar down by the trees? Yeah, I know the one. I'll pay, honey, don't worry. I-" Lee was suddenly interrupted by silence, as the engine cut out. "Oh, come on!" Throwing his phone down in frustration Lee turned the key, to no avail. The truck was now gaining speed down the hill. Lee pulled the handbrake, but a small snap was heard as the pressure on the rust caused the shaft to snap. Lee stared for a moment, before acting instinctively and opening the door, dropping to the wet floor.

He rolled for a moment, but quickly got to his feet, uninjured, as his truck plummeted down the hill. He squinted to see two figures, and waved his arms, shouting a warning.

XXX

"You hear that?" Sneakers looked around. "Sounds like shouting. Ah well, nothing to do with us, though." Sneakers turned back to the hill to notice a shadow through the thick veil of rain. "Hey, Becca, what's that?"

"I don't know..." Becca shrugged.

"It's coming..." Sneakers eyes suddenly widened as the shape of the tow truck was seen. Becca had chosen this time to cross the road, although she stopped to look back at Sneakers, "Becca!" Sneakers lunged forward to grab Becca, but his foot slipped on the wet pavement. He fell to his rear and could only watch in horror as Becca turned to notice the tow truck.

Becca mouth hung loosely open as the bonnet got closer and closer. A voice echoed in her head, 'We don't need her', before Becca turned at the sound of a new engine. A black-clad man in leather suddenly tackled into her, twisting so she landed on the man as they hit the ground. The truck smashed into a motorbike, and continued forward until hitting a lamppost with the bike in front.

Becca blinked in shock and stared into the dark eyes of a handsome, evidently Hispanic, man. Becca quickly climbed off of the man, allowing him to stand up and massage his arm.

"Got to you just in time..." The man breathed a sigh of relief, pulling the helmet from his head.

"W-Who are you...?" Becca found the question was the first on her mind.

"Riley... Riley Garcia. It's dangerous to walk without looking." Riley rubbed a hand on his hair as Sneakers approached.

"You saved her..." Sneakers grasped Riley's hand and shook it vigorously. "You saved her... I... you..."

Riley waved him away. "No, don't worry. I just did what needed to be done. I-" Riley was cut off at a grating sound. All three heads turned to the crushed bike as it suddenly revved, as if someone had just accelerated. The hook of the tow truck had gotten into the wheel of the bike, and as the wheel whirred it shot the hook out at high speeds, the rust easily detaching it from the chain. The hook spun through the air, landing with a thunk in flesh. Sneakers eyes widened but another rev was heard. This time, some of the chain shot forward, spinning rapidly and clinking all the while. Sneakers fell to his knees and the chain soared over his head towards Riley. Becca suddenly barged into Riley, knocking him down. The chain bounced off a lamppost on the opposite pavement, sliding to the floor.

"Wow..." Riley took a big breath. "You just repaid the favor..."

"I..." Becca was flustered, pulling herself to her feet and checking her bracelet was still on her wrist. That was when she noticed Sneakers on his knees, and the thick metal of the hook embedded in his back. "Snea... Dylan!"

Sneakers smiled slightly, a trickle of blood running down the right side of his face. "First name basis... huh? Okay then... B-Becca..." Sneakers coughed violently, falling to his hands. He looked up at a shock-still Becca. "I'm g-glad... I met you... I have no-no parents to miss me... n-no siblings..." Sneakers clenched his fists, his nails scraping on the pavement. "You do... have a family... please... ma-make up with them... make up..." Sneakers let off a sigh, sounding almost relieved. His arms gave way and he dropped to the floor, motionless.

Becca was still and silent. Riley watched her with shock, but had enough sense to call for an ambulance on his mobile, walking slightly away so Becca wouldn't have to hear.

Taking a step forward, Becca fell to her knees, but was somehow unable to summon tears. In her mind, in a haze, she saw people walking away. Away from her, she realised. Becca suddenly clenched the back of Dylan Kimberly's top, burying her face in his shoulder. "Don't abandon me! Don't! Don't go, Dylan, don't go! Please, you can't go!"

Riley turned from the phone and watched as the woman cried out and screamed. He could only hope the ambulance would arrive quickly and silently walked over to Becca. Becca lifted her head from Dylan's body to look at Riley, her face devoid of tears but her eyes showing the desperate and painful feelings. Becca suddenly propelled herself into the stranger's arms, crying into his jacket. Riley blinked, not knowing what to do, but gingerly patted her back as sirens could be heard in the background.

A/N:- On a quick note, you should now be able to achieve the first four men and woman on the 'list'. It's such a relief to get a chapter out... phew... 'till next time!