Skye was on her bed in her bedroom, watching the ceiling. The place was neat, although childlish. The walls were painted baby pink, with white carpet floor and white furniture. The bed was pushed against the wall with the window and teddybears and dolls sat everywhere. This is her room. Her room. It sounded so weird, after so many years sharing with....She shook it off. She couldnt bear to even think about Him.
"Samantha!" Someone called from downstairs. Skye ignored it, she knew what her name was and she was sure that it wasnt 'Samantha'.
"Samantha!" Again, Skye sighed. Should she respond to that name? According to her 'parents', this is what they called her. Samantha Crophouse. She closed her hazel eyes. Her hand played with the golden dolphin necklace. How did they find her anyway? Skye was scared, those people downstairs were her family, or so they say. She can't remember her early days, they could have fed her some utter bullshit and she wouldnt know any better.
" SAMANTHA!"
The door to her room opened. Skye looked up. It was her brother - Jeremy was it? - and he didn't look too happy.
"Samantha." He started. Skye glared. " Skye. Mum is calling you."
" She's not. She is calling someone called 'Samantha' and my name is Skye." She said calmly and sat up.
" Tell her that then. Come on." Jeremy said. He couldnt care less to be honest, he never knew his sister before few days back. When she disappeared, he was only one so he couldnt remember.
Skye got off the bed and gave her brother a sad smile. They walked downstairs to their parents.

Adrian was listening to music on his bed. He was staring at the ceiling with one of his legs straight out and the other bent. He was in his room... or was it? It didnt matter. He didnt care about anything anymore. Someone knocked on the door but he couldnt hear it. His eyes flickered over to the door when it slowly opened. "Andrew?" his little brother said as he stepped into the room. Adrain wasnt used to the name Andrew. He liked Adrain better. He pulled off his earhpones, "Dont call me Andrew." he said as he sat up. "I'm sorry." John quickly said staring down at his feet. "What do you want?" Adrian asked coldly. Usually he wouldnt care if he was being mean, but strangely.. looking at the little boy who called him his brother... made him feel sorry. It was time he get used to John. Adrian sighed, "I'm sorry... Is there something you want?" he said. John looked up at Adrian, "Mommy and Daddy wants you to eat dinner with us." he said with a small smile. For some reason.. Adrian couldnt reject him. With a sigh Adrian got up, "Alright." he said before walking out of his room. Once he was down his mother and his father greeted him with a warming smile. "Come here son, sit next to me and eat." his father, Jackson said. Adrian tilted his head at the word son... was he really his son? Without a word, he sat down.

Esme lay back against the willow tree outside her parents house. She glanced at the dawning sun, it’s radiance almost blinding her. Sighing contently to herself, she began strumming the strings on her beloved acoustic guitar, which she had nicknamed “Ruby” because of it’s daring, red colour. Muttering to herself, she smiled sheepishly, twisting a lock of her chestnut hair around her pinkie finger. Setting the guitar aside, she rose to her feet as a gentle breeze caressed her and dozens of leaves surrounded her. She stretched out her hands and frolicked around like a pixie, with only herself and the quietness in the atmosphere. Laughing out loud, a sound so innocent and chiming, it was almost childlike. A frown crossed her face and she stopped in her tracks, her fringe sweeping over her right eye like a veil. “It will never be the same” she whispered, a tear trickling down her cheek, a feeling of sadness overwhelming her,

Skye walked downstairs with her brother. Her mother and father were sat in front of the TV screen, watching some kind of soap opera. Their heads turned as their children walked into the room.
" Samantha, why didn't you come down when we called you?" Aske her mother with a stern voice.
Skye was silent for a while. " I am not Samantha. I am Skye Dvij and this is how you're going to address me."
" Don't be stupid, Sammy." Her father laughed. " Samantha is your birth name, the one we chose for you. Now, what do you two want for dinner?"
Her eyes narrowed. " I don't think so. I am Skye Dvij. Skye..." Her voice trailed off as she remembered who gave her that name. Ambrose. Oh how she missed that bastars...Never mind. She spoke again. " You will address me as Skye, or you might find yourself with Belladonna in your bloodstream one day."
Skye ran out of the house. She heard them yell after her, screaming for her to come back. But she didn't want to. Those...parents of hers refuse to let her be herself, the person she knows she is. They want their daugher - Samantha Crophouse, not her. They want her to forget that she ever was Skye. But she couldn't/ She couldnt forget being herself.
And if they dont understand it, they can go and fuck themselves sideways.
"Skye!" She heard her brother's voice behind her. She froze.

Victor opened the door and walked up the stairs to the apartment. He was wearing a hooded jumper, jeans and sneakers, he was carrying a plastic bag in where bottles could be heard clirring, the possibility that they were beers were high. These things were worth gold on the streets, drinks, clothes and warmth during the winter however they would also be a magnet to thieves and people who wanted to fight. Why the was Victor here again? Hell, he hated it here, he did better on the streets than he did here with his so-called family.
Victor stopped and looked at the last set of stairs that let up to the apartment of his wanna-be family. They weren't his family, no, he lost his family when he left his house...Well...At least when they had a house. Looking to his right he opened the window in the staircase and threw the empty beer bottles out of the window and down into the bush, at least the hobos and homeless would enjoy from the money they could get from the bottles, and then he took the soon-to-be-opened bottles and stuck them into his pants and went up the stairs.

As he opened the door to his family's apartment, Tom, the man of the house and former military soldier, sat in the living room, looking at the door. "Where were you?"
"Getting some air."
"Is that so?" Tom said and then stood up and marched over to Victor and took a deep breath through his nose, trying to detect the least bit of negating from cigarettes. Thankfully Victor hadn't smoked this time, for Tom's nose actually worked.
"If you want to say hello to me like a dog, then get down on all four and sniff my ass. Isn't that what you dogs of war do?"
"watch what you say boy! We do more for this country than your brain can handle."
"Is that what you said to your friend, Greg?...Was the honor of being in service too much for him too?" Victor asked, referring to the dead friend that Tom lost while he was in service, and bringing him up usually did the trick.
"Go to your room!"
"Sure, send me to the meat grinders as well!"
"That's enough Victor! You shut up and be glad you have a home!"
"This isn't my home...Neither you, nor that ho in the kitchen is my parents. I did better on the streets than I did here."
"Don't you talk about a woman like that you-" Tom didn't get further before Victor had slammed the door and turned on the radio, putting on a disc of techno music and turned up the volume.

"Lord Jesus Christ...why was schools made in the first place?" Victor said out loud and then got out a book called "Gangs of Manchester." He had admired the European hooligans, they fought over something they loved to the point of death. One day, Victor would run off to Europe and join one of these 'Firms', as they called them, and then beat the living shit out of some Europes.
Nodding his head to the beats of the techno music and reading the only book he liked, he killed time quickly.

Victor's room wasn't much, a bed, a desk with a light, his radio/stereo, and a shelf with books. He didn't like the books that were on the shelf, save for this one book.
Touching the necklace that he had around his neck, the one true object he had kept since he was thrown on the streets, and the only thing that made him feel at home. The necklace had one and a half word written in it "I Lo" and then the other half of the broken heart had "ve You". It meant everything to him, and he would kill anyone that would try to take this necklace from him.

Esme closed her eyes, tears of sadness streaming down her face as she recalled the girl she once was. Emily Fielding, the lonesome and book worm girl who was never seen without an acoustic guitar. The girl who obeyed her parents, no matter how cynical they were to her. Wiping the tears away, she sniffed and re-opened her eyes. “This is the new me, Esme Willowstraw” she told herself. “Esme Willowstraw” she repeated out loud, nodding her head with agreement.
Picking up the guitar beside the tree, she swung it over her shoulder and strolled across the river bank, taking the path towards the small village they resided in. Singing a melody to herself, she brushed back her red hair as it flowed over her shoulders like birds wings and attempted to concentrate more on herself, than others this time.

"Mommy, daddy, And-- I mean Adrian doesnt want to be called Andrew." John said taking a seat next him. His father raised an eyebrow, "You should get used to the name.." he said. "No honey. Just call him by Adrian. That's a fine name too." his mother said putting down the plates of food. Why were they so nice to him? Are they even sure he was his son. Adrian was confused. Someone as nice as them loosing their son for 16 years.. did that even make sense. He's thoughts were interrupted when his mother spoke, "So how do you like it here so far?" Adrian looked at her, "It's ok.." he said in a low voice staring at the food. John grabbed some with his hands and stuck it in his mouth. His mother scolded at him, while his father laughed. Adrian felt left out. He got up from his seat, "I dont feel like eating." he said before walking out the door. John ran out after him and grabbed his shirt, "Promise you'll be back home after a walk?" he asked. Adrian nodded and walked off when John let him go.

Esme sung a lullaby, which she had recently made up on her guitar, hearing raised voices, she slowed her pace and came to a sudden halt. Eyes widening with curiosity and slight fear, she bit her lower lip and stared down at her flat shoes, watching an ant crawl across the pavement. She sighed deeply and listened intensely to try and make out what the voices were articulating.

Skye turned to see Jeremy running up to her. He was panting from the long run, long for him that is.
"Skye," He said, while trying to catch a breath. " They didn't mean it."
" Oh yes they did, and you know it! They want me to be like how they imagined Samantha to be! But guess what? She's dead and she will stay dead!" Skye sobbed. " Why? Why are you even trying?"
Jeremy pulled her to his chest. Even through he was younger, he was far taller than her. " Because I want to get to know you. Not Samantha. But Skye. Because I have a feeling that you need someone to trust."
Skye looked up at her brother. He was so brave. He was bold and spoke the truth. Unlike her. Year after year she striked from the shadows, she was raised and taugh that way.
" Okay." Skye sniffed. " But I don't want to go back yet."
" That's perfectly fine. Let's go for a walk, talk things over."
She blushed. " O-Okay." Why did she feel so embarrased? Was it because no one ever acted like this towards her?
" So...What's your favourite colour?" Jeremy asked as they walked towards the local park, completly forgetting their parents.

Esme watched the two siblings take a walk, she twitched her nose. She had always been too inquisitive and interring for own good, but now was not the time to go looking for trouble. Except, she could not help herself, behind the bushes, she stalked the couple, her azure eyes watching their every move as she listened to their conversation with high interest. Glancing back to check no one was watching her, she kept hidden behind the fencing and skipped quickly after them.

Adrian had his hood up, his hair falling over his eyes. He kept his head down, staring at the ground, and his hands were stuffed in his pocket. After walking a few blocks down from his house, he looked up to see 2 people walking just a few feet ahead of him. He couldnt see their faced so he didnt know who they were. At the mean time, he also spotted a girl who seemed to be stalking the two. Did he see her before.. he didnt know. Adrian wondered why she was following them, but it wasnt his business as far as he knew. He put his head down once again and started to walk. For some reason, he felt lonely. Yet.. if someone was there with him, he felt uncomfortable. What was possibly wrong with him?

As Skye and Jeremy talked and walked, they became oblivious to the world around them. In a spit second, they found themselves on the ground, in shock. A boy was opposite them, they couldn't see his face. Behind them, they heard footsteps.
" Are you okay?" Jeremy asked.
Skye said nothing. There were two people there apart from her brother. People she didn't know. What was she supposed to say or do? She was never in a situation like this...usually she stayed away from the public. Always listening to what He told her to do.

Esme halted in her tracks, a bemused expression crossing her face, intrigued to find out who the boy that stood before her was. She crouched behind the bushes, peeking through a gap between the leaves, she watched the tree individuals a few yards ahead of her. Narrowing her eyes, she sensed another presence, she glanced over her shoulder, but saw nothing..."Just imagining it" she told herself, relaxing slightly.

Adrian looked over at the two people, the girl seemed... shocked. He had no idea what was going on. Did he do something..? No, he was just walking. He paused right here, wondering what he should do. Help them? Or just leave them be? Adrian was thinking.. too many thoughts were running in his head. He liked it better when he wasnt living here. He just stood there not knowing what to do.

Esme tilted her head to the side as she heard footsteps behind her, she was on edge now and had the bizarre feeling that she was not alone, shrugging it off with a silent sigh, she continued to watch the couple, interested to what they had to say.

Hunter went flying through the front door and landed crashing to the pavement of the sidewalk with a loud "oof" He came up slowly his lip and nose bleeding badly he managed a grin as the older man staggered a little coming out the front door after him. "that all you got?" The older mans bloodshot eyes widened and he shoved his son hard "you little shit! you'll learn one way or the other how to respect me boy!" Hunter looked him over once and sneered wiping blood off his face "i don't see much to respect "he ducked the next sloppy punch and came around to strike the old man back, but stopped short and quickly moved away. "your not worth the trouble." he quickly walked away trying to ignore his so called "fathers" drunken shouting "yeah walk away boy just like your sister! you'll come back!"

Victor got bored of the book, and placed it back on the shelf and then turned off the music. He had drunk at least three bottles of beer and didn't feel the least bit affected by the alcohol; he turned off the stereo and left his room. His wanna-be farther was sitting and reading the papers, no doubt following what the military was doing in the jungo-bongo countries, and his suppose-to-be mother was in the living room with him talking.
Can't they just get a freaking life? Victor thought, grabbed his key and left the apartment, ignoring the calls from the 'man of the house'. Heh, that man could kiss his ass for what he was worth.

Walking down the streets Victor walked without any specific purpose. As he had walked a few blocks, maybe Victor took a left or a right at some point, it didn't matter to him, he saw a door getting throw up and a boy, around Victor's age, getting thrown out, followed by some old man coming out and shouting at him and hitting out after him. It began to ache in Victor's hands, it had been a lifetime since he had last gotten into a fight, and he longed to beat the life out of someone, the homeless weren't much fun, they couldn't throw a punch if it meant saving their life, and only the people around the boxing clubs were any fun to fight against, for there were resistance and they actually knew how to fight.

Standing still and observing he waited for the boy to come over to him before he opened his mouth to talk, "And you ain't even standing up to that old fuck are you? C'mon, I'm sure that old bastard could have gotten his ass kicked so why walk away? Are you a pussy?" Victor sneered to the boy, though he didn't know that it was Hunter that he was talking to.
"What's with the look? Think your tough?" Victor, he took a step back to get some starting distance between the two and then got his hands out of his pocket.

Between Hunter and Victor, Victor was at the same height as Hunter however Victor was way heavier than Hunter and it was obvious that a blow from Victor could send someone swirling into a knockout, for his sheer biceps were massive, a good mixture between fat and muscles. His stomach resembled a bit of beer belly, though no one would know for sure till they landed a hit on him.

Hunter walked passed the other guy ignoring him until the other man said the magic words 'are you a pussy?' hunter stopped his head snapping fast towards him he quickly walked over to the much larger man and stood toe to toe with him 'whats the look for? you think your tough?' Hunter looked the man over literally going from his shoes to the top of his head before making eye contact again. He let a sneer cross his face. "do i think im tough? i know i am, whats with the look? i think you said something but i didnt quite catch it." He leaned towards him turning his head to the side so his ear was towards him. "so do me a favor steroids, say that one more time."

Skye's face flushed crimson. She looked at those people around her. Everyone were silent and unsire of what to do.
"U-um" She said quietly. " How about w-we stand up now?"
For Christ's sake,get a grip Skye. You were in fare worse situations before, what has changed? That you dont have to watch them people die? She thought.

Adrian finally spoke up, "Uh.. is everything alright?" he asked looking down at the girl and the boy who was on the floor. "Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if I did..." he said trailing off. Adrian stared down at his feet, not used to this neighborhood. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

Esme, still hidden behind the bushes, watched as a new face introduced himself. She studied the young boy, he seemed pretty tensed up and nervous ,and she felt sympathetic towards him. Deciding she had seen enough, she revealed herself from the bushes and glanced at three teenagers, her eyes showing confidence and bravery. " You look like you're about to have a panic attack" she said to Skye, eyeing the young girl suspiciously.
Glancing at Adrian, she smiled crookedly. "I knew there was someone else on the scene" she teased slightly, returning her focus back on Skye and Jeremy.

"Huh? I didnt..." Adrian trailed off and didnt say anything after that. He looked across the street to see two guys ready to have a fight. He decided he would have to stay away from them, at least until the fight was over. He turned his attention back to the three. Adrian eyed the girl who had appeared out of nowhere... or maybe the bushes. Maybe this place wasnt suitable for him... Adrian stood there wondering if they had something to say to him.

Victor began to laugh in a mocking tone and then said, "Are you a pussy? C'mon Frodo!" With that said Victor threw a serious punch out after Hunter, putting a great deal of weight on the punch he was intending to land on the side of the head of Hunter.
Victor was looking forward to get physical again, to beat up kids and people who thought their fancy karate kicks and punches could save them, plus, he had been told so many times that exercise was good for the body, well, this was Victor's exercise and this was how he would get motivated, so no one would stop him from giving a midget sized frodo a good ass whipping.

Esme watched the young boy curiously, pulling a face as she glanced at the darkening sky. Sighing silently to herself, she returned her gaze back upon the two siblings, who seemed to be slightly shooken up. Her face fell compassionate towards the young girl, she could see a small part of herself in her and it worried Esme slightly. Crossing her arms, she bit her lower lip and waited patiently for the girl to speak, or arise from the ground at least.

Thomas had just finished being paraded around by his parents at dinner every one had been saying things like the prodigal child returns in one piece" "it must have been hard" "What did you do with yourself" although perhaps it was natural for so many people to be curious, he was wearing a nice black long sleeved shirt with a collar that had buttoned up the middle and a silver tie with slacks and dress shoes on. the had paraded him around

Thomas the name had a ring to it, after all it was just a name perhaps another alias he could use. Thomas sat up on his bed and looked around the room he had been provided, it was large and probably any boys dream, it had a nice big screen t.v. in it with a few gaming systems and a movie collection, a computer in the other corner with a work desk attached to it.and a coat rack by his door. he had a bathroom attatched to his room which in turn connected with his "sisters" room, Alliesson that was her name. he got up and walked into the bathroom and took his shirt off and peered into the tattoo covering his shoulder and left breast it was elegant and nice looking, whoever did it had taken their time, and it must have cost alot....Nothing was making any sense to him. it was about then the door to alliesson's room opened and she walked in one of the first things thomas had noticed about her was her eyes they had the same eyes she cautiously closed the gap between the two Thomas looked at the door. he could make it out the door and out the window to get to the ground.....wait what was he thinking about? escaping, from what?

Thomas's attention shifted back to Alliesson who was now standing in front of him she reached out slowly and put her hand on his chest his heart was beating slow and calm. she could see the look in his eye analyzing the situation and safe gaurding himself from those around him he had been alone all this time and was scarred to let any one in so he stayed cold and neutral it was what had made their father such good business man, and a horrible family figure always gone. Alliesson quickly gave thomas a quick hug and then said

"welcome home it really is you."

Thomas wasn't sure how to handle this so he mimicked the gesture.there was a moment of silence and then he went to reply.

"Ive been gone for along time apparently. thanks for the real welcome home instead of pestering me about where Ive been."

he could talk to her, she could see through him they had a bond that couldent be broken even through his absence they truelly must have been twins what else would have explained that.

Alliesson thought for a second then spoke.

"i know you Dont remember and you dont want to talk about it and thats ok Tom. but im here for you ill watch out for you in school and at home. and dont call me alliesson its simply Allie."

Thomas replied, "fair enough, look i need to go out for a walk ill be back in an hour." Breaking the hug putting the button up shirt and walking to the window and opening it. it was at least a 15 foot drop, with one hand he propelled himself out the window in a forward manner as he hit the ground he rolled through the fall and picked up walking it was a good night to do so calm and relaxing but he needed to get outside this gated community and that is exactly what he was gonna do.

funny how time flies when your walking down the streets his mind wandered from spotting cops and thieves on the streets, like a profiling machine his mind worked on its surrounding relentlessly. and then he hit a scene that didn't fit at all a bunch of kids separated by a street two different scenes going on at once the two on the opposite side of the street were getting ready to throw down. thomas was good with his hands.... but they seemed to both be brawlers. Thomas decided to approach the crowd in front of him instead perhaps they would have some answers here