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It's been twenty years since Reneseme's and Jacob's wedding, and since, they have had a child. Zander and his parents have moved to Chicago in hopes of having their own lives away from the larger portion of the Cullen coven, but what happens when Zander trys to help someone differnt? Kim and her brother Tony have been disowned and are living on the streets, what happens when they try to keep their secrets too safe, and from a very interesting person?

The summary's a little confusing, sorry about that. Just read and see what happens.

4. Get the loot and run, or not.

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I found Tony after school by the large Oak tree we usually met up at. He looked really tired and hungry, but otherwise as happy as any thirteen year old could be while hiding out around a big city because they hate their parents.

"Hey," He said suppressing a yawn. "How was your day?"

I yawned, and sat under the large shady tree, "Too tiring and stressful. I'm glad it's almost time for break. Shay offered to let us stay at her house tonight. I turned her down, but if you want, we can crash there. I'd say we both need a good sleep after today."

"But mom and dad usually call Shay on Mondays. We don't want to be there if they think she's lying."

I nodded sleepily, "True, so, crashing... in the... park?" I yawned again.

He nodded and hauled me to my feet. "I guess. It's the only place we've got for the moment. That is unless you want to call a social worker and complain to them."

"I don't have the energy right now. Maybe tomorrow. Or Wednesday, but not now."

We started walking; it didn't take long for us to get to our usual tree. I hauled our backpack full of food out of the hole in the tree. We ate the rest of the bread. I'd have to go back out tomorrow night and find some more food for us.

I leaned back against the front of the tree, pulling the hood of my sweatshirt over my head and dozed off. It had been a very long, tiring day. Hopefully sleep would help.

The alleyway was dark in the dream. I walked down with a few bucks in my hand that I had found in a forgotten wallet left in the gutter. I was surprised that no one had looked through it and taken the hundred dollars before they left it laying there.

I moved quickly, not wanting to stay in the dark for very long if I could help it. The store was just across the next street, and Tony and I would be set with food for a week. Thank God.

All of a sudden, I heard footsteps behind me, racing down the alleyway towards me. Great.

I sprinted towards the street, but wasn't fast enough. Whoever was behind me took me down easily, pinning me to the ground. They rolled me over onto my back so I was facing them. Not again! There was a reason I never looked people in the eye, I hated it.

The man's brown eyes bore into mine, and suddenly I wasn't there anymore. I was watching his life fly past him.

He grew up abused, like Tony and me. His girlfriend left him three months ago, taking their newborn daughter and everything else with her. He was crushed. He turned to crime as a way to distract himself. That was fourteen years ago. It's all he's been doing since. He'd die from a gun shooting in three weeks, poor guy, oh, and he was planning on killing me if I didn't give him my money.

I returned to the present of the dream, he had a knife pressed to my throat, and was yelling at me in Spanish.

I woke up with a gasp. I hated my future, hated it, hated it; hated it! I also hated the fact that I had my stupid freak ability, and the fact that I saw what was going to happen to me in my dreams.

It was dark outside the small house. I waited on the lawn for the living room light to turn off before I could go in and get what I needed for Tony and me. I'd been waiting in the tree branches since sundown, four hours ago.

Finally, the house went dark. I could get inside in about five minutes. My parents just had to walk up the short flight of stairs. That's all it took. They'd be out when they hit the bed, as usual. They were too drunk, hung over, or pissed, to stay awake much longer than thirty seconds after hitting the pillow.

I made my move a good ten minutes later, just to be safe. I reached the window and slid it open, it was always unlocked, and my parents never cared enough to lock it. Climbing through was easy enough. The hard part was to not make a sound while I got food, clothes, and blankets.

I had left Tony sleeping in the park; he'd know where I was when he got up. We did once a week; nothing should get him while he slept. It was too dangerous to bring him with me half the time I did this anyways. I wouldn't know what to do if my parents got their hands on him. I'd probably just about die.

I crept up the stairs as quietly as possible, the blankets would be the largest thing I'd walk away with, so I might as well get those first. I hated it when it got cold out; it meant more blankets, which meant less room in the tree for food and our packs. I grabbed two of the heaviest blankets I could find out of a closet at the end of the hall, my old room was just a few feet away, just as I had left it.

I longed to just go in and sleep in my own bed again, but I couldn't do that without my parents waking up before I did in the morning. Then I'd be found out and beaten to a pulp by my pissed off excuse for a father.

After shaking myself back to reality, I crept back downstairs, dropping the blankets in the living room by the open window. Then into the kitchen for some perseverated foods, like peanut butter, bread, a couple bags of chips, some candy bars, the good stuff. I stuck what I could into my pack before climbing out the window with the rest of it cradled in my arms.

I was out of the house and starting down the street when someone stepped out in front of me.

"Going somewhere sweetheart?" They asked, laughing at the end.

I eyed them carefully; they stood in the shadows though, so I couldn't get a good picture of their face, only one way to find out who they are.

I took a deep breath and walked up to them, stared right in their eyes, and watched their life.

He was seventeen now, looked like he was twenty something from his outline, he'd grown up in a small town in Washington, his family moved a lot. He was living with just his parents right now. He was at school earlier... he was...Zander?