New Territory

Prologue

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New Territory

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Prologue

She took one last look at the mansion that she grew up in, trying to engrave the image into her mind: the way the ivy hung to the terrace, and the way that, in the moonlight, the lake behind her home took on a magical quality.

She knew she should leave, but she took the risk of being spotted by the security guards to savor these last moments with all she has ever known.

The young adult wanted a few minutes to say goodbye, before she left this place for good.

So many memories played through her mind as if it was a slideshow; when she was a toddler, she rode a pink bike - that she had convinced her father to get her - for the first time, without training wheels, on the cobblestone driveway. On the wrap around porch was where she gave her first kiss away to her first boyfriend. The porch had made it easier for her to sneak out and rendezvous with him at their special spot in the forest. Each time he would bring her a beautiful red rose.

Apparitions suddenly appeared on the lush, green grass. The image of her older brother tossing water balloons at her and her younger brother made her smile. She didn't even need to look at the ghostly scene to know that her father was going to stick his head out of the front door and order them to pick up the mess when we were done, even though we had maids to do that for us. He had a smile on his face that contradicted his stern tone, so we knew that he wasn't mad at us.

It was worth it in the end, mainly because the cool water offered a reprive from the harsh sun's rays. England rarely experiences this magnitude of heat, so every one could be found basking on a lawn chair or some other leisurous activities.

For all of her good memories, she had bad ones to match.

She could remember her older brother raping her, and everytime she would try and tell her father he would just frown and shake his head, telling her that she had an overactive imagination.

The young girl had came to believe in what her father said, she knew that her father wouldn't lie to her. That was, until her sibling did it again. She didn't go down without a fight, even when he hit her to shut up. She would claw and scratch at his face and arms, just to get away.

That was when her father finally learned the truth. He had heard all of the commotion and went to investigate, thinking it was an intruder that had some how slipped past the guards he had planted, day and night.

The man was horrified to see his son on top of his little princess, therefore, he slung the child off of her, and sent him to a mental institute, thinking that there was something wrong.

Ever since then, her father has taken her out to the lake with a straw dummy. He taught her how to defend herself by manuvering a knife around the ribs and into the heart.

Soon, her brother was released from the institution, doped up on the pills he was given.

She had forgiven him, for why would a child carry anger inside? He joined in with her lessons, along with her uncle.

By the end of her sophomore year, she learned how to escape from a death grip, and to beat someone sensless using her fists, no mercy intended. Even if they were holding on to their lives by a thread.

The young woman killed her first victim with the .9 mm that she had received on her sweet sixteenth, which was the first of many.

Soon she became apart of the family business, and started taking out the ones who didn't pay her father the money that they owed him. After that, she was promoted.

Everyday after school, she would receive a paper from her uncle, with a name printed on it, and each day she would concoct a plan to kill that person.

She never felt anything, even when she received five thousand dollars from her brother, for each person she "took care of", as her brother would say.

The teen went through her junior year, murdering her victims. She was the best out of the whole gang, for the police never found the body nor any incriminating evidence. After two and a half years of mindless killing, she had finally had enough of her actions.

The young woman was tired of being their torture device, the one they turned to when they wanted money or answers for her father.

It was only recently that she began releasing what a monster she was, how fucked up in the head she was. That was when her uncle told her to kill someone she knew: Her best friend's dad.

She couldn't do it. Every time she gazed at him, she would remember the steaming cups of hot cocoa, of him bandaging a scrape she had received when she fell of the swing in his back yard.

She couldn't help him, no matter how much she wanted to.

As soon as your name is on the hitlist, there was nothing you could do to get it off. So though she walked away that day, head down, in the back of her mind, she knew that he was going to be disposed of, whether she or someone else did it.

After that incident, she started withdrawing money from her banking acount, slowly so as not to draw attention. That, combined with the money stash from under the floor board in her room, was enough to hold her over until she turned thirty, if she was carefull enough.

The euros came to put to good use, after all. She bought a plane ticket in Middlesbrough, that way she wouldn't be traced from Manchester's airport to one in the America's.

The murderer picked up bag from the ground, and headed toward the brick wall that seperated the masion property from the forest.

Luckily, she had practice from scaling the wall in the past, so she just hoisted her small body over the red stucture, and before she descended, she squinted through the darkness to spot any guards that might catch her.

Together, the small female and her bag of pictures and a few articles of clothing escaped into the forest.

In the back of her mind, the teen knew that there would be an uproar in the morning, when she is found missing, but, honestly, she couldn't bring herslef to care.

She was free to be a normal teen, now, and she couldn't wait to board the plane to her new life in Los Angeles, California.

There is no one - nor anything - that could stop her, she dared them to try.

Goodbye. The young woman thought. Miss you never.

She turned her back on the place that she once called home, leaving for the last time.