0. 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

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(A/N: TW: SEXUAL ASSAULT/ SUICIDE MENTIONED IN THIS CHAPTER)


Running. I've been doing it my whole life. Running from my father. Running from The Company. Running from my shadow.

I was seven years old when I heard their first fight.

"You can't do this! I wont let you corrupt our daughter! She's seven, for God's sake!", I hear my mother let out.

"She's the same age her sister was when we told her about The Company," my father replies.

The Company?, I think.

I feel a tap on my shoulder.

"Little K," my older sister scolds. "You shouldn't listen in on other people's conversations."

I was nine years old when I heard him fire the bullet that ended my mothers life.

Bang. A shot is heard.

My father turns to my sister and I. "Police will come. You will tell them that your mother has been suicidal for years. She finally let her thoughts take over. Understand?"

"We understand." My sister speaks for us both.

I was ten years old when he touched me for the first time.

"You killed Mama!" I shout at my father.

He reels back. "What did you say to me?"

I stutter. "Y-You killed M-Mama."

"Your mother," he starts, whilst moving towards me, "committed suicide. You know I have to punish you for lying."

He grabs my arm and drags me towards his bedroom. When we enter he slams the door and throws me onto the bed.

"Let's see just how similar you and your mother really are."

I was fourteen years old when I ran away from home, and created my new identity.

Katerina Martin, but most know me as Kat.

Five years ago, my daughter Hope was kidnapped by a group of corrupt government officials, known only as The Company.

Ever since then I've searched for her, but no luck. Until a man called Don Self approached me, claiming to be an agent trying to take down The Company.

He explained to me his plan, to take convicts who can do this under the radar and convince them to work for him. At first I was skeptical but now here I am, sitting at a table in an abandoned warehouse, in the middle of nowhere with a GPS tracker sitting on my foot.

Today is the day I stop running; I stop hiding. 

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