Khaos Chronicles-The Beginning

Introduction: The Bad Beginnings

A/N---- This is a dark chapter for the introduction. There is strong topics of death and murder as well as descriptions of death. if this is not something you can handle this is not a good story for you. There is a lot of Violence and assault. Please keep this in mind before you continue. 

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A young woman stands on the edge of a world destroyed; the buildings have been torn down around her. There is rubble everywhere. She steps forward and walks into an old house that has been destroyed by what one person could tell was a bombing that seemed to obliterate the neighborhood somehow leaving this building standing and having little damage. She stands in the opening of the living room and dining room combo and she closes her vibrant green eyes and is overcome by a memory.

That memory is the same room she stood in moments ago, but at this time I was painted a bright white paint, it was lit up in the house and there was TV playing softly in the background the smell of cooking food comes swarming back. the little girl looks up at the woman standing in the kitchen cooking as she finishes coloring the stick lady in the picture with the same color dress as the woman in front of her.

"Mommy, do you think that Daddy will remember my birthday this year?" asks the small artist from the table swinging her legs happily coloring.

"Oh, I am sure he will little one!" she smiles warmly as she comes over and takes the picture that she is proudly holding up to her. "I love this one! I think we should hang it on your bulletin board in your room" she smiles and leans down and hugs the small girl as the dead bolt on the door unlatches, the older woman clearly flinches as the man walks into the room and the young girl had sat back at the table with the many drawings, she had made during the day in front of her on the table, all of which the mom had told her to hang on her board in her room. He drops his metal toolbox like lunch box on the table next to the door and looks at the little girl and looks at the mother in the situation.

"What is she doing home, she should be in school still." His tone was sharp and judging, "Get this mess cleaned up girl." He gestures to the table in a sweeping motion regarding the pictures and crayons and other papers scattered all around on it.

"Mommy let me stay home today 'cause it was my birthday today!" the young girl says excitedly and then realizing he was not in the mood to listen to that she quickly started gathering up her pictures and "Sorry daddy, I will!" the little girl takes and starts putting her crayons and everything back away in there places and cleaning up walking away into her room as the argument seems to start, the man only acknowledged her for the split second to chastise her for the messy table. The young girl didn't hear all the fighting, just the parts where the angry whispers got loud and turned to yelling.

"It isn't even her birthday Izzy!? What are you trying to do?! Draw attention this way to get people in the house again?"

"It is her birthday Mike! If you came home and stopped drinking so damn much you might know that!" a timer went of that the girl remembers being shrill sound and she heard the oven opening and more talking she couldn't make out as she took push pins and put them through her pictures and put them up on the corkboard wall in her room. It was a lovely lavender color in her room thanks to the purple fairy lights and pale purple paint on the walls. The arguing continuing in the room the girl closed her door and calmly sat on her bed staring at all the pictures she had drawn, seeming to accept the sounds that came from the other room. There was glass shattering and slamming around and a sharp screaming that ended the front door slamming shut again and the soft cries of the Mother in the kitchen.