My New Beginning As Chaos

Prolonge

Dark. It was dark. Eerily so. And in that darkness. Two people resided. A man, and child. The elder of the two standing tall, while the other lay helplessly on the cold floor.

"Talk." The man spat, glaring down at the girl. The child didn't respond, but rather, stared. Stared at the man whom stood above her, gazing deeply into his vivid blue eyes, almost as if searching for something within them. What exactly? Not even she knew. Perhaps remorse? Regret? Hell. Pity? But whatever it was. She couldn't find it. Not within those blue irises, not in his posture, face, or voice. The slightest trace of it was nowhere to be found.

Feeling sick to her stomach the more she looked, she averted her gaze to the floor she was currently laying on.

"Y/n M/n L/n." She flinched when hearing her name leave the man's lips. "Answer me." He demanded. His voice dripped with authority, underlying with a clear threat- No. A promise to what would come of her if she refused to speak. Knowing this, she raised her head just barely an inch off the ground, then spat onto the man's black leather boots.

"Rot in hell, pig." Unbeknownst to him, he was doing exactly as she wanted, playing the perfect part in her make-believe show.

The final act had come to play.

Raising his fist, he punched the girl's jaw harshly, causing her to hiss at the sudden wave of pain. "I SAID TALK DAMMIT!" He screamed, his anger rising by the minute. "And I said rot. In. Hell. Pig." The girl scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Y/n. Don't make me-" She cut him off. "What? Kill me? Go ahead." She boldly stated. The man clicked his tongue at the girl's behavior. "You're just like your mother." He 'tsk'd'. "Really? I've always been told I resembled you more than mom though?" She had no hesitation in replying in a snarky manner to the man who held her life in his hands.

"It seems bringing you here was pointless." He sighed. "Just like your life." He added. The girl chuckled. "Maybe. Yours ain't any better though." She shrugged, sitting up with a pained groan. "As much as we both hate to admit it, we're one in the same." She smiled lazily. "If I'm trash, you're trash. If your scum, so am I." The man waited for her to finish before speaking up.

"But even between us, there's still one single fact that makes us different." He slowly bent down to be at eye-level with her. "You're weak." He grinned, stuffing his left hand into his pocket while standing back up.

"Ha! And you ain't!?" The girl held back a scowl. The man rasied a questioning brow. "Don't be so delusional. You're the one who lives in constant fear. Always waiting in anxiety for something to happen, for something to go terribly wrong." She huffed. "At least I don't fear life." He shot back. "And I don't fear the inevitable end that comes with human morality." She retorted. The man's eye twitched with annoyance. "You better shut your damned mouth before I sew it closed." He threatened.

"Oh yeah. Because I'm so terrified. Shaking in my boots." She taunted.

Having enough with the girl's attitude, the man pulled out his pistol from his left pocket, pushing it right up against her forehead. "Last chance. Talk." He growled out. "Fine. You want me to talk? I'll talk." The man huffed in triumph and pulled the gun back.

"About how shitty you are!" She chirped. "What..?" The man scowled, pressing the gun back against her head. "What? You wanted me to talk right? That's exactly what I'm doing. If you wanted something else, you should've been more specific." You smirked.

BANG!

"AAAGH!" The girl screamed in agony as the bullet peirced her right shoulder blade. "FUCK! NOT ONLY IS YOUR PERSONALITY SHITTY, BUT SO IS YOUR AIM!?" She insulted. The man didn't respond, instead, he lifted his foot up, then slammed it down onto the girl's ankle.

"AUGH!" The man could only smile as he watched the girl writhe in pure pain.

"You know." He began. "We could've been a real good father-duaghter duo." He kneeled down to her height. "But you're too soft. And soft has no place in my business." He finished, taking aim at your body one last time. "Guess this is goodbye." He said, pulling the trigger.

And that was the end of Y/n L/n. But at the same time, her rising.

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