Spectre "The Double Crosser"

Flashbacks

I was sitting there, playing on my phone in-front of the TV like every other New Year's Eve. My older sister (the only family member I had left at this time) was still having a go at me for knocking over the tree.
"Honestly?" I thought, confused over why she was so distressed today and enraged over a stupid tree. Every time I asked her what was wrong she just dismissed the topic and told me it was nothing.

Around an hour later, she ran into the apartment with cuts etched into her face and arms. She yelled at me, declaring we were moving home.
"Why? Are you okay?" I'd ask, only to be told she'd tell me when we got there.

As we left the apartment with only a few essentials, a man, wearing a dark tuxedo, seemed to fall from the sky, landing with ease on his legs, unfazed by the fall. He began to make demands we both knew we could never achieve, until he grabbed hold of me. Lifting me into the air with almost no difficulty.

A Glock pistol was removed from his belt as I was there, a screaming vulnerable 12 year-old suspended in the air by only an arm. I felt the deathly coldness of the gun pressing against my neck. Pure despair overcome my sister, as she agreed to all of his demands.

He dropped me on the floor as I lay their, unable to move, paralysed with fear.

As she was thrown into a vehicle, pure rage overcome me, as my hair began to turn a deathly shade of white and my eyes a dark red.

(I did not make the above image)

I lay there on the concrete floor near the road, as a smile formed for no reason on my face. My tears came to a hault and an aura of deathly energy erupted from within me.

Shock overcame me, seeing of how I looked and terrified of what had happened. My eyes stayed red and my hair white, but no deathly auras were emitted. My face returned to normal, no longer with a desire for death. Confused and dazed, I lay there on the ground as the deathly energy did not make it to the vehicle, now a dot on the horizon.