[BEING REMASTERED]The Curiosity Prophesy(An HnKnA Fanfiction)

Chapter 6: The Truth About Liars

~Flashback by VanessaVu9, Alice's Best Friend and a Second Outsider~

"Nooooooooo! Daddy!" tears filled the small girl's eyes as she watched her dad being shoved against the wall, the barrel of a gun pressed roughly against his forehead. Her cries were ignored, and she huddled in the corner farthest away from the scene. "Wh-hy..." she whimpered.

"S... Since... When... Did you..." Her dad coughed out blood on the carpet in their living room.

"We knew from the fucking start, asshole." the man with the gun growled. "You should've realized we wouldn't have fallen for a trick so stupid." His other hand waved towards the shaking girl in the corner. "Next time, take care of what needs you rather than what's going to get us pissed off!"

The girl let out a squeak as out of nowhere, another gun rammed into her father's stomach, sending him groaning to the ground. The man with the two guns (one now in each hand) stepped back and shoved his boot into the small of the other man's back. "We'll be back, bitch."

As the violent man exited the apartment, the girl stared after him. She knew who it was; Every faceless did. He was the bad man from the mafia her friends and daddy had warned her of, and the person in the role of the March Hare- Brett Gremnloch.

"Da...ddy..." the girl crawled towards her father, who with her help sat up. "Why did the bad man come here?"

"He..." Her dad paused for a moment. "Listen up, kit." He said, ruffling her hair. "I wished to postpone this till you were older, but-" he wheezed out a bloody cough again.

"Not now. Stay there-" the girl got up and ran to the kitchen, where she filled a bowl with warm water and got a rag. She brung them back to where her father laid and cleaned the blood off his face and chest. She didn't feel scared by the blood, but was motivated by that strange sense of calm urgency that you feel when something big just happened.

"Tell me when I'm older, daddy. I'll wait."

"-But-"

"Hush, Daddy. You'll get sick."

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"Didn't I tell you to take care of what needs you and leave your position, motherfucker?" It hadn't been long. The man was back with more men. The girl felt herself shaking in fear and an urge to help her father, but she was glued to her spot. "I feel bad for your daughter. She had a bitch of a father and you didn't even tell her your job."

"It's awfully dirty, isn't it?" One of the other men teased. The girl shook her head. Her daddy was a good man, she knew it, and he was going to take her for ice cream later....

"We're smarter than you. We discussed this." Brett jammed his gun into the girl's father's mouth as far as it would go. "Speaking of us, you hurt people who work for me. That's going to cost you, and my rates are a bitch." A flick of his wrist and a knife appeared in his free hand. "You don't get to die until I'm paid."

"Daaaaaaaadddy!" The girl wailed.

~~~~~

"Damn, I'm bad at torture. Overdid it." Brett shrugged, letting the dead man fall to the floor. He turned to the girl, who promptly ducked behind the couch. Her eyes were wide and a buildup of many disturbed screams were caught in her throat. Blood soaked the red-stained carpet.

"What should we do with the girl, boss?" One of the men asked, motioning towards the couch.

"I'll leave her to you guys." Brett said, exiting the room. "It's not her fault she had an asshole of a dad."

The girl whimpered as the couch was pulled out, ruining her hiding space. She lay curled up there, unmoving, ignoring the urge she had to run as she knew she would not escape.

"D-D-Don't t-touc-h m-me!" She cried. "Stay away!"

One of the men poked her softly in the back with his gun, and she jumped a few inches and let out an 'eep!' The girl knew. She knew... It only took one bullet for someone to die.

"Heh. She's a jumpy one." One of them snorted.

"We're not going to hurt you, but only because you don't know about your father's work. And care not to find out."

The girl stared in surprise, but there was no happiness or relief. Nothing to ease the pain and horror of what she had just seen.

The bloodstains on the carpet haunted her memory long after the day her father died.

This book is OFFICALLY halfway done!
Thanks for reading this far!
-Ginger