Carrying the banner

Chapter 1

(3rd person POV)

It was was an early morning in New York City for Y/N. Y/N had been staying in alley after alley even since her parents death. She walked aimlessly through the streets of Manhattan.

"GIANT FIRE HUNDREDS KILLED" Y/N heard someone yell. She looked behind her and realized it was a newsie. Y/N had some extra change and decided to purchase a paper. The newsie she saw had curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and a cigar hanging out of his mouth. He appeared to be the same age as Y/N. 

"Hello Pretty Lady, how can I help ya" the newsie spoke with a heavy New York accent. "I'd like a paper please" Y/N said. "Of course, just for ya" the newsie beamed at her. Y/N gave a small smile in return. He handed Y/N the paper while she placed a  coin in his hand. "Say where's a pretty lady such as yourself off too?" "I'm not sure" Y/N said effortlessly. "And why is that" the boy asked. Y/N was clearly uncomfortable so the boy said "Well have a nice day miss"

{a few hours later} 

Y/N had been popping in and out of different shops just to pass the time. Y/N wasn't sure where to go for all her family was dead. "I'll just get some dinner and go from there" she thought. In front of her she saw two men both looking a year or two older than herself. "Well Hello" the first one spoke "Where are you off too?" said the second one. Y/N rolled her eyes and kept walking. Just then she felt a strong hand on her wrist as she was being dragged into an alley way. "HELP" she yelled as another hand made it's way around her mouth. 

She was pushed up against a wall as one of the brothers spoke to her "When we talk to you, you answer" Y/N rolled her eyes as the other one with brass knuckles said "Oh so you think you're tough". But Y/N just kept a poker face. (SMACK) Y/N felt a jolt of pain through her face, she yelped.  A smirk made it's way on to both boys faces. 

"How bout' we hav'es some fun with you, What do ya say Morris?" "Good Idea Oscar" they spoke. "HELP" Y/N yelled again while she was cut off with one of the brothers kissing her while another put a hand where she did not want it. This went on for which felt like forever. 

"What is you'se two goons doing?" all three looked over. There was one boy who was in front he looked like the leader. One with bright red hair, and another she recognized as the boy from earlier that day with a cigar. Before anyone could say anything "HELP" escaped Y/Ns lips. Before she knew it the big one was pounding the one who had kissed her while the other two were on top of the one touching her. 

After a few minutes of violence one of the spoke up"Come on Morris" and with that both of them left.