New Life, New Beginnings

Chapter 1

A/N

I am really sorry for the slow update and the constant take down of chapter, but I'm rewriting the story, trying to make the chapter longer, and make sense. But um yeah, here chapter one, hope y'all enjoy.

The rain felt good cascading down their hot, sweaty bodies as they trained. Scarlett was sparing with her younger brother Damien, as their mother Talia Ah-Ghul watched them. She was not impressed by the way they fought. The way SHE fought.

"Scarlett your form is sloppy, and unbalanced." Talia would tell her adopted daughter, as she fought her brother. Scar would say nothing as she got in position. Though her mind was racing with so many things, the young girl would like to say. We have been going on at this since 5 in the morning, minimal food, and water, and little rest, Im tired woman, of course my stance is going to be of balance. But yet she held her tongue. She strengthen up her stance and got back in position, hoping her mother wouldnt yell at her again. the fighting continued, as Talia would criticise every little thing Scar.

It pissed her off, the way Talia treated her. No matter how much she tried she would never be good enough for her. She got into position again, as she waited for her brother to ready up. Hurry the fuck up kid, she thought, as her vision turned to red. Anger built up in her, as Damian took first swing

He would go to punch her in the gut, but Scarlett was fast to react. Grabbing his hand, she twisted it around, and threw him on the ground, winding him a bit. But she didnt allow him to get up. She dove on her ten-year-old brother, and grabbed him by the neck, and started to choke him out, her anger getting the best of her. The poor boy faced turn blue as he lost oxygen. But she didnt care as he clawed at his sisters hand trying his hardest to get her off from him, but it was useless. Tears spilled from his eyes as his life began to slip away from him. His vision turned black, as Scars still filled with the colour red. Blood leaked from the boys head, as she began to slam it into the concrete floor.

Get of my son, you monster She was thrown back, into a wall. She looked up, in a daze, vision blurred to see her mother cradling her son, making sure he was ok, to which he wasnt. he was unconscious, blood tricked down his head, and onto his mother hand. He wasnt breathing. Guilt began to build up in her, as she stared at her half dead brother. Putting the boy down, Talia made her way toward her adopted daughter.

What is wrong with you girl, you killed him, you selfish brat, you are nothing but a waist of space, an abomination, why did I take you from your father. Scar closed her eyes, and embraced for impact, as her mother swung a hand at her, but nothing happened.

The boat is ready, for you malady. She heard a voice; it was a messenger. What boat?

You have 30 minutes, to go pack your belongings, then you meet me at the docks got it child?

Yes madam was Scars reply, as she made her way to her room, confused. Was she leaving, if so where, and thank fuck.

She made it to her room and slammed the door. Going towards her bed, she picked up the photo of herself, Talia, Damien, and their grandfather, Ra. It was taken right after Damien was born. She looked at them and sighed. It as a photo showing Talia holding onto a six-year-old Scar who held onto a newborn Damian, Ra stood behind them, looking proud, though she knew now it was due to him having a proper successor. She threw the photo on the ground, cracking the glass, and breaking the frame, as she grabbed another photo, again, taken when she was six, or was she seven, she couldnt remember. It was taken after her first even mission. It showed her with Talia, standing over a dead body. Talia looked proud, as little Scar smile up toward the camera blood covering her entire body. She threw that one too, and screamed, as things flew away from her body. She sobbed, for around ten minutes, before she started to pack up her things. There wasnt much, just a few clothes, her weapons, books, her art stuff and her ninja-yoroi.

One packed she would make her way to the docks, her suitcase, and duffle bag trailing behind her. She took one look around. It was way past the 30 minutes, but she didnt care. She walk her final walk in her only home she ever knew. Anxiety welled around her, but she fought it down, as people looked at her, with anger in their eyes. Walls built around her emotions, as she put on stoic look, and walked onto the boat. Ignoring Talia, who was furious at the young girl, and a now perfectly fine Damian must of used the Lazarus pit, she made her way to a bedroom, and closed and locked the door. Going to bed, she wounder where they were going, and what laid ahead of them.