Assassin

Prologue

I was playing toys with my big sister Megan. She liked Barbie but I liked Bratz. We always did argue a lot about which is better.

"Barbie is life," Megan said.

"Bratz are better," I argued.

"Why are you two fighting," my mom said grabbing both of the toys.

"She thinks that bratz are cool," Megan yelled.

"Megan thinks that barbie is great," I pouted.

"How about you two go to bed," mom said. Me and Megan got up and walked to our room. We shared a room together. I climbed into my bed and laid my head down going to sleep.

About three hours later, I heard a knock on the living room door. Megan wake up rubbing her eyes. "Did you hear that," she said.

"Yes who do you think it is," I said.

"I don't know," she said getting up from the bed.

"I don't think we should go see," I said scared.

"Stop being such a chicken," she argued and opened the door. She closed it.

"I thought you weren't a chicken," I smirked.

She blow a raspberry. We heard yelling.

"Give me the money Jack," one voice said. Jack was my father.

"I don't have the money so leave my house," my dad said.

"Not until I get that damn money," the voice said.

"Please leave," my mom said.

"No," one voice said. Me and Megan heard broken glass and gun shots. Me and Megan look at either. We were scared. Megan opened the door.

"What are you doing," I questioned her.

"I need to see if mommy and daddy are alive," she said. I tried to stop her but she keeps walking. Then another gun shot. I hid under my bed.

I heard huge footsteps walk toward my room. Then the door opened wide with a tall figure. I put my hands over my mouth.

"You might as well come on out," he have a deep voice.

I keep quite. I heard another footsteps come. "Boss I don't think there's anyone in here," the sweeter voice said.

"She in here I can smell her," the deep voice said. He can smell me. "Go look under the beds."

The sweeter voice walked in the room. He went to my sister's bed first. Then he went to mine. I put my arms and legs on the wooden piece so that he doesn't see me. He looked under my bed. I looked at his wrist. He have a tattoo of a scorpion on it.

"Well it looks like she's not in here," the sweeter voice said.

"If she not in here, we will make her come out," the deeper voice said. He started laughing and so did the sweeter voice. They left my room. I put myself slowly down so that I wouldn't make any noise.

I heard a slammed door in the living room. I crawled off from under my bed. I walked slowly to the living room. I see the crimson red blood all over the walls. I covered my mouth so I wanted cry loud. I looked at my sister's body. She was shot in the chest. Then I looked at my mom's body. She was shot in the throat. Then finally was my dad. He was shot in the head. I got on my knees and started crying.

I smelled smoke coming from the inside. It seems like the deep voice guy is trying the burn the house down with me in it. I cover my face with my shirt and went to the back door of the house. I ran into some bushes. I stayed in there. I watch my house get burn to the ground and the tears fall down my eyes. The house filled with my memories and my family. I saw a black van drove away from the crime scene.

This isn't over yet, I am going to found each and every one of those guys who killed my family and imma kill them myself.