Fighting Against Fate

Prologue

"Mother!"

A young girl ran into the embrace of her worried guardian, tears streaming down her pale face as she let out her cries. Her mother rubbed her back to soothe her, unsure of why her daughter was crying like this.

Minutes ago, the family of two was cleaning up their kitchen peacefully. They had just finished their dinner, and together they were wiping and tidying up the place. When her daughter turned to let her know that she finished with the dishes, her eyes widened and she began to weep.

"Shh, Shh. It's okay, love,"

Slowly, but surely, the girl began to calm down and her cries died down to little sniffles. Her eyes were red and puffy from the amount of crying she had done. The woman carried her child into a kitchen chair and prepared some warm milk for her to drink. She placed the glass of the warm beverage in front of her daughter and sat down in the chair beside her.

"Now, can you tell me what happened?"

The young girl choked on the milk she was drinking and began coughing uncontrollably. The mother quickly took action and patted her back to help the coughing. It worked, and soon the fragile girl was stable and able to stop the coughing. The worried mother carefully pushed the glass away from the girl and gently kneaded her daughter's shoulder.

"It's okay, you can tell me,"

It did take a few moments for her to calm down, but she managed to steady her breathing and slowly began to explain to her mother what had troubled her so.

"I was going to tell you I finished the dishes. I-I turned around and saw y-y-you....your body covered with s-stab wounds and bad men were stealing from you. I saw you d-die-died!" The girl managed to choke out.

The two embraced each other in a tight hug in an attempt to comfort one another. Both were crying, the young girl crying from the overwhelming fear and her mother crying from the pity. Yes, she pitied her daughter for having to deal with the curse her father passed down. She pitied her daughter for having to see something so horrible at such a young age. But she couldn't do a thing about it, and that's what hurt the most.

The two decided to sleep together as a way of coping with this. They started a movie and prepared some snacks, which included popcorn, candy, and their favorite drinks. Now, the two were huddled in a comfy blanket watching the movie displayed on the TV screen. The colors from the screen danced across the walls of the darkroom, painting them in greens, blues, purples, and yellows.

"Um, I need to use the restroom," The young child murmured sleepily.

Her mom nodded and untangled her young from the blankets, freeing her from the confinement. The girl dragged her feet into the bathroom and proceeded to do what she had to do. The water faucet completely drowned out the noises from the room beside it.

When she finished doing what she needed to do, the girl dragged her feet back near the door of the now strangely quiet room. She grabbed the doorknob but didn't twist it. A strange feeling overcame her being, sending shivers down her spine.

"Mother...Are you okay?"

No response.

She took a big gulp of air and hesitantly turned the knob. She slowly opened the door...

Red, everywhere. The walls were covered in scarlet blood. A body lay on the floor, covered in stab wounds. Two men raced around the room in a panic, struggling to grab the remaining artifacts before they jumped out the window. One of them held a knife in his hand. Mother was breathing heavily on the ground, reaching her hand towards the phone. The frightened child quickly ran to aid her mother.

"M-Mom! What number does the police have?! I'll get help!"

The dying woman shook her head slightly and held her daughter's hand. No words were spoken between the two, as they both knew deep down it was too late to save her. With her final breath, she pushed herself to her daughter's ear and managed to choke out...

"I love you, Kiko,"

A chilly wind blew into the darkroom, and her soul was carried away into the night. That was the night Kiko discovered what she was capable of. The very same night she lost someone very important to her...

Again.

A/N: I believe this is decent for an original story. This is my first time publishing a story I created on my own. If you want to publish a story based on this one, please message me and we can discuss the matter. I hope you enjoyed the prologue, and I hope to entertain you with my tale. Thank you for reading. Until next time~!