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prologue: Tradgic beginning dedicated to: @AmilaLove

(A/N = author's note, Y/N = either your own name or your character name, H/L = hair length, H/C = hair colour, E/C = Eye colour/s and S/T = skin tone.)

A young girl of about the age of 5 came running to her family's small home. She giggled and laughed as she twirled around, her light blue dress fluttering in the breeze.

Her E/C eyes flashing and shining in joy, that is until a loud bang sounded and a look of absolute horror appeared on the H/C's face.

She ran home as and a second bang was heard... She swung the door open quickly and saw it.

Her parents lay motionless on the cold hard tiled floor in puddles of their own blood. She felt the urge to scream, but fought it down.

'come on Y/N, get a hold of yourself, the bad guy could still be here... I should... Hide!' the girl thought to herself desperately.

She looked around the room and soon saw the half full washing basket. She felt a tear slip down her face.

She then grabbed the washing and lifted it above her as she carefully stepped in and covered herself in the slightly damp clothing and sheets.

It wasn't too long until she heard heavy foot steps.

"Darn it!!!" He yelled as he saw the front door open wide. "The kid might've seen me!!" His angered voice proclaimed.

He was carrying a sack over his shoulder with a gun through his belt.

"Oh well, who's gonna believe or even listen to a five year old." He smirked. His face was obscured in the shadows, as he walked right past the washing basket the girl had hidden herself within.

An hour later, the sun was beginning to set, the carefully got out of her hiding spot and looked to the phone. She broke down into sorrowful sobs as she looked at her now dead parents with fly's buzzing around them.

She stumbled numb from the pain in her heart to her mother's phone. She gently pried it from her chilled dead hand.

She then dialled 911, "hello? This is the emergency calls centre." A woman's voice answered. "How may I help you?" She continued.

"I-i would like to be transferred to the police of (your state/ town)" the child stumbled slightly over her words.

It wasn't long before she was in contact with the police. "My parents were ki-killed!" She finally lost composure and sobbed hopelessly. "It was a robber... I didn't see his face..." She explained the situation completely to the officer on the other end.

The police, were not sure if they should take this seriously, as they received prank call's often.

They arrived at the scene the next day, finding a girl with sad and frantic tired E/C eye's, and messy H/L, H/C hair.

From the looks of her, she had, had no sleep that night.

For that night, she learnt the true terror of being alone, for the very first time.

<Time skip>

The now orphaned five year old, was holding a Rubik's cube. The station officer thought that it would help her get her mind of the tragedy she had just been through.

She had managed to solve it after 14 minutes with no experience. "Can I...? Have another puzzle..?" She murmured quietly.

"Of coarse, here." The officer was amazed, she completed every puzzle he gave her, but she still needed to go to an orphanage.

So, he called the one place he could think of for a scared intelligent child with no known family who would not give out their name.

The Wammy's house.