The Alpha & The Ripper

Chapter 6: Sticky Situation

Hey all you beautiful people who are reading my story!! So I attempted at making a trailer for my story which is attached to this chapter. I know it is not that great but it was my first try and it was actually kind of hard lol:)

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Okay, on with Chapter 6:)

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~9 years ago (Elsa, 9 years old)~

I sit back as I watch daddy go after Shawn with a knife and Shawn manages to slip away and grab daddy's wrist and twist it really hard to the point where daddy couldn't hold the knife any more and dropped it. Then Shawn reached down for the knife and quickly stuck it at daddy's throat.

"Great job, son." Daddy said proudly as he pats Shawn on the back. They both just start laughing at their silliness and I just stand there in sadness, wishing I could just go outside and play.

"Elsa? Honey, what's wrong?" My mommy asked as she comes down to the basement where we spent most of our time in when we aren't in school or at work.

"I don't like this," I simply stated the truth. Mommy sighed and then knells down to me.

"Elsa, we've disgust this. What we are doing, we are doing to protect people from those monsters. They are bad, BAD people who only live to kill," mommy explains to me once again.

"I know but... how do we know they are all killers? Some could be good."

"They're not, Elsa. They shouldn't even exist!" Daddy steps into our conversation.

"Why though? Why do you believe that all of them are bad? I believe that some could be good, but you guys never give them a chance to prove it!" I was upset by this and I could feel tears streaming down my eyes. I hate what we do, what my family does. I can't see myself killing... it's not who I am.

"Because they are Elsa and you are just plain delusional!" My sister -Melissa- spat at me.

"Don't talk to your sister that way!" Mommy yells at Melissa and she just rolls her eyes and went to go practice using her sword.

"Elsa, honey, I understand what you are saying... but you have to understand what we are saying. NONE of them are good! They lie, they kill, they torment and they need to be stopped! They killed my little brother, your uncle, just for fun and made me sit there and watch." Mommy tells me the story again. She then leans down and looks me right in the eyes.

"You are very special my sweet baby girl, and I know you will grow up to be strong and independent. Just know that if you ever decide that this is not the life you want to live, do not let me and your father stop you from being something your not. You just be Elsa Bush, no one else."

Another tear has fallen down my cheek and I wrap my arms around her. "I love you, mommy."

"I love you too, Elsa."

~Present~

My head was still pounding, but not as much as it was before. I felt a comforter under me, and I traced my hand along it to come to terms that it is a bed. If it wasn't for it being foam, I would of thought I was in my own bed and everything that has happened was just a dream. But I do not own a foam bed, nor was my bed this big.

Slowly opening my eyes and I found myself not in the dark cellar that reeked of blood and flesh, but was instead in an extremely large bedroom. I sit up a little, using my elbows for support and take a look around. The walls are painted an ugly tan color that looks like throw up, but it matches the furniture in the room. The bed I was laying on had to be a king sized bed, and it looked like someone with A LOT of money could afford such nice furniture.