Melt me

Prologue

Down, down, down.
The little girl traveled down the winding steps.
A single light shines from below, the only brightness in the cold, haunting, dark she found herself in.

Neither she nor her brother were allowed to go anywhere near here. Her father would rage if he saw her, he was currently at the bottom of the spiral staircase.
Conducting some sort of a business meeting.

However the girl had to tell him something, she couldn't wait until the meeting was over. Her brother warned her not to go, yet the girl's impatience got the better of her.

Besides, her brother was too busy playing with his friends from overseas. He wouldn't know if she went or not.

Finally, the girl dropped onto the ground. There was a single room where she knew her father would be. A large foreboding door stood in her way, and she slowly cracked it open. No one realized she was there.

Her mother and father sat around a table, so did other people she recognised. Mr and Mrs Sommers, Omondi and Castillo.
The girl was about to walk through the door but froze, when she inspected the walls and boards around their table.

Pictures and plans scattered all across, with details and numbers she didn't understand.
A map of the world, a photo of a fish tank, another one of a huge machine that looked like a radiator.
Photos of blood, of people, of destruction.
The girl squinted harder at one particular photo, of two other girls she swore looked familiar.
But from where?

None of it added up, and it scared her.
She knew her parents weren't good people, yet seeing whatever this was assured that fact.

The girl made the mistake of creeping closer as the door decided to make a sharp cry.
Everyone in the room stopped, their eyes went to the entrance.
Her father stood, slowly walking towards her shaking his head.

"What did I say about coming down here?" He simply asked.

"You said not to come." The girl whispered her reply.
Her father said something quickly to her mother in Arabic, and she stood as well.
Her mother picked her up into her arms, carried the girl to some other room she had never seen.

Nazeera woke up the next morning with no memory of the night before and no memory of the sudden bruises on her body.
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AN: Sooo this is a new fic about Kenji and Nazeera, set a few years after believe me.
I'll try and post 1-2 chapters a week and really hope you enjoy this storyyyy