Victor "Sully" Sullivan is on the hunt for the lost treasure from the 16th century, where 18 people traveled the world to look for it originally, the Infamous 18. Sully, being the gold digger he is, scouts out to find help from no other than Nathan...
My dad was always obsessed with gold and treasure. That's all he ever talks about. Finding the lost treasure, the Infamous 18, blah blah blah. It's my 13th birthday and he doesn't even care about THAT! At least my mom cares about me.
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Blake Lively as Mom
"Happy birthday, Sully Jr.!" I hear my mom say in her normal sweet tone. "Mom!! I asked her several times not to call me that!" I groan. Then see she's holding a a funfetti cupcake with a lid candle on top of the frosting in her hand. (A/N: funfetti cake is my favorite so, hehe.) "I'm sorry, honey. But you know your dad and I have always called you that." She says sweetly. I can't be mad at her, she works long days and even longer nights just being a mom. She's right, ever since I was born, my dad would always call me 'Sully Jr.' Or 'SJ' for short. HATE that name. Ugh!
"C'mon bub. Make a wish and blow out the candle." I think long and hard about my wish, when I think of it, I blow out the candle. "Alright, I got you a present." "Oh Mom! You didn't have to!" "Oh but I did! You are always talking about wanting Sais and watching this ninja movies, so I went out and got some rainbow ones. For my cute little rainbow!"
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(A/N: sais like these, but rainbow 🌈)
"OMG, Mom! Thank you so much!!" I hug her and give her a kiss on the cheek. "Now, be careful with those. I would teach you how to use them, but I don't think I know. So, just watch videos on YouTube, or just more ninja movies." I giggle and she heads into the kitchen to make my favorite dish, pierogi. We're not Polish, but it's my favorite thing to eat. She only makes it for me on special occasions, like my birthday!
Mom and I are now sitting at the dining table, eating our deliciously made pierogi, gossiping about our days. She's telling me about the new girl at work that just hired on, and I'm telling her about this boy I've been crushing on. It's no secret that I'm gay, and I'm happy Mom is so supportive of it. Dad is supportive too, but never here to show. Gotta love having daddy issues at fucking 13!! We're now cleaning up after dinner and giggling up a storm until we hear the door open and slam shut. We turn around and see my dad panting and frantically locking all the doors and windows throughout the house.
"Uh, hi Dad? Got something to say to me?" I say in a bitchy and snarky attitude. Mom then playfully slaps my shoulder, "Be nice young man. May be your birthday, but he is still your father!" She scowls at me. "Sorry Dad. Why are you freaking out? What's goin' o--" Just before I could finish my sentence, I see a lady with dark hair down to her shoulders, tanned skin, and in some sort of ninja fighting outfit. (I always think ninja, because I wanna be one.) She breaks the window into the living and screams, "Oh come on, Victor! Give me the cross!" She looks at me and my mom, then pulls out a gun and aims at me. "Or I shoot the kid." Damn, that went dark. My dad runs into the living room, pulling out his own gun and says, "You shoot him, your death will be even more so painful." She smirks then goes to pull the trigger. My dad kicks the gun out the lady's hand, and she does the same. Then they get into a fist fight.
My mom is trying to keep me hidden from the fight, but being the 13 year old me, I wanna see it all go down, all I can do is listen. "Frazer!" I hear my dad say. "Don't do this. Leave my family out of this!" Wow, he's actually defending us. "I want! The damn cross! Give it to me!" The girl, Frazer, says. "Stay here, sweetheart. I'm gonna help your dad, kill this bitch!" My mom whispers to me, I nod and she slowly gets up, grabbing a knife from the back of her pants. Since when she carries around a knife in the back pocket, the fuck?! I hear more fighting and then, *BANG!* I hear a gunshot off and a body hit the floor.
I hear rapid footsteps stepping on glass leaving the house. I slowly stand up and see my dad with a gun in his hand pointing at something. I hesitantly look to where the barrel is pointing at, and I see my mom. Shot. Bleeding on the floor. Hot tears fill in my eyes as I run to her. "Mom! Mom! Wake up! You're okay, I'm here! Bub is here! Please, wake up!" I say through tears. She slowly looks up at me as I'm holding her, and places a hand on her stomach. Must've been where she got shot. I place my hand over hers and apply pressure to stop the bleeding. "It's okay, Bub. I'll be okay. I love you." She quietly gasps out. Then let's out one last breath, and dies in my arms. I scream in agony as I lost my mother. My dad kneels next to me and places a head on my back for comfort. I slap it away and start punching him as hard as I can across the face.
"YOU DID THIS! THIS YOUR FAULT! YOU FUCKING, STUPID, SON OF A BITCH!!! YOU KILLED MY MOM! AND ON MY BIRTHDAY!!!" I scream, kick, knee, slap, and punch him kver and over again until I get tired. I stand up and pick up my sais, I twirl them around my fingers, than grasp them tightly, looking down at my father. The look of me wanting to kill him crosses my face, even the thought. "Get. The fuck. Out of this house. Or you'll be dead with her!" I seeth. "You have 30 seconds." He doesn't hesitate, he scurries to his feet and runs out of the broken window of the house. I look at my mom and then walk towards the kitchen where we keep the house phone.
*RING RING* *RING RING*
"911. What's your emergency?" The 911 operator answers. "Yes. My mother's been murdered. Track this call to bury her." I say, my voice is monotone and my tone is actually numb and with slight anger. I abruptly hang up, and slowly walk out of the house, the same way my father did. Before I fully leave I look at my mom and say, "He'll pay for this. And that's a promise." I then walk out the house and never look back.
TIME SKIP: THREE WEEKS: THE FUNERAL
It's now the funeral of my mother, I'm standing in the back. Wearing an all black outfit, matching with a black face masks and black sunglasses to cover my eyes and face. I even dyed my hair raven black to disguise myself better. I don't wanna be seen here by anyone. The ceremony was beautiful, and just the way she wanted it. Everyone as left by now. I go to her grave and kneel down. Placing a yellow rose on her the stone, yellow was her favorite color.
"You died because all he cared about was that God damn gold!" I say to her. "I promise Mom. I will find him, and I will kill him myself." I say to her, I then lean forward and place a kiss to her grave. I stand up and walk away.
Victor Sullivan has to die. He did this. This is his fault. She died over what?! Fucking gold! HA! He'll dead long before he can even get a whiff of the gold.
