The BlackRose of Midnight A MafiaTale sansxreader

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  I woke up balling in pain emotional and physical. My family were really dead. I looked around and heard running footsteps.
"Where'd the little shit go?!" I heard the familiar voices of Georgie and Paul. I looked around for anything I could use to defend myself and found a gun. I froze in fear I've never have used a gun before my dad taught me how to get it ready but never how to shoot...
"Ah found her, and she has a gun." Paul said his grin widening. "I-I'm not a-afraid to shoot it." I said as I raised my gun up with shaky arms. "Hey Paul? What if the kid isn't bluffing?" Georgie asked worry marking all of his features. "She won't. Trust me Georgie." Paul said as he grabbed his gun and aimed it at me. "Georgie get you gun out!" Paul demanded. Georgie aimed his gun at me his arms shaking like mine, but the difference between us clear, I'll shoot he won't. "
"Aren't you scared little girl? Two against one usually doesn't work out for the latter." Paul said with an evil grin. "I'm not scared. It doesn't look like its two against one in my vision." I said with a shrug as I aimed the gun in between Pauls eyes. "Paul? I have no doubt the kid will shoot. Someone's dying today." Georgie said as his finger turned on the safety discreetly hiding it from Paul. "It sure as hell won't be me!" Paul exclaimed looking excited.
"You know little one I'm going to have fun killing you... Like I killed your mom." Paul said his grin looking like the Jokers. Then it hit me Paul is egging me on trying to prove I won't shoot. "Paul shut the heck up or I'll do it." I said confidence soaring through me. I wasn't scared anymore. I felt a rush as my finger slid over the trigger. This feeling unknown but it wasn't something I was complaining about. Pauls grin lowered as he probably noticed my new attitude. "You won't shoot I'm 80% sure your a scared little girl just trying to scare me away." Paul said his eyes scrunching up like he was focusing. I pulled the trigger the rush of watching the bullet hit in between his eyes was so unreal. A smile crept its way into my lips as I looked at Pauls now dead body. "Maybe you should've trusted the other 20%." Georgie looked up at me and his eyes widened.
"Girl? You just shot someone and your smiling? Maybe I won't have to kill you..." Georgie said as he blanked off at the end of his sentence. "What are you thinking about?" I asked while pointing my gun at him. "Well you shot him in between the eyes, and its clearly your first time. I mean you're holding the gun wrong." Georgie said surprise masking his sadness of his now dead friend. "Aren't you going to be sad? I just killed your friend." I asked confused as in how he couldn't even care. "He was an ass anyway... I hated the jerk." Georgie said a shrug. "
"Girl? Do you want to join my mafia?" Georgie asked. "You clearly have no where else to go and I don't want to kill you." Georgie finished. "No, I have no desire to kill anyone. Without a reason I actually have and give mercy unlike you." I said as I pointed the barrel in between his eyes. "I have to kill you then..." Georgie said his voice going deeper. "Well tell me how you will, when your gun is on safety." I said a cocky grin reaching my face. "You know girl if you kill me. The rest of the mafia will track you down and take you as one of us against your will. You clearly have a talent." Georgie said with a warning. "So you mean if I kill you and go live with my Granny she'll die... Like mommy and Lilac." I asked tears started going down my face. "Well... Yea if she gets in the way then yes." Georgie asked. I closed my eyes and shot him. I then ran away towards another place so I could hide.
"You little shit you shot my shoulder!" I heard Georgie yell in pain. "Make that a warning for next time I see you, but this time I'll finish the job!" I screamed out as I kept on running looking for a new way out.
I walked to my house in silence and saw the police and ambulance looking around. "probably for me." I thought. "I guess Y/N will be presumed missing or dead." I heard one of the cops proclaim.
"Perfect." I said as I realized that means nobody will get hurt because of me anymore.  "I walked away looking for a place to start a place to begin and a new life running from The Termination.

    ~ 2 weeks later~
I was hiding away at my grandmas funeral. Apparently she died of depression when we all died. I walked around looking at the tables with all of her favorite foods. My eyes suddenly stopped when they took in sight of the black roses. My memories started to attack me.
*flashback*
"Mommy why do the best people die." I had asked when we were at daddy's funeral. "Well baby what kind of flowers do you usually pick?" Mommy asked. "The beautiful ones like a rose those are the prettiest." I answered confused on why that had to do anything with my question. "Well you see baby God picked your daddy because he was one of the many of prettiest flowers in the garden of life." Mommy answered as she started to cry. "Like Papa? He was one of the pretty flowers?" I asked now getting my moms point. "Yes baby, one of the prettiest." Mommy answered with more tears falling.
    When we were leaving the funeral we passed a flower stand all of the flowers were almost gone except for the black roses. "Mommy how could nobody pick the black roses they're obviously the prettiest choice?" I asked while stopping to admire the roses. "Well baby everyone wants the colorful ones because those are their favorites." Mommy answered looking taken aback. "So you're telling me to be pretty we have to be colorful and rainbowey. That's horrible I say we don't judge a book by the cover or a flower by their color." I said angry at my moms response. "I agree baby you're absolutely right. You never judge a book by their cover... Never judge until you understand."
*end of flashback*
Black roses... BlackRose it's perfect...
A/N
In the next chapter there will be a big time skip to when you're 18. ~Zoë