Chapter 1 That night. I will never forget that night. The blood. The screaming. My parents lifeless faces as I was dragged out of my house. Then I watched my home be burned to the ground; the heat pushing against my face. My rear end soaked from sitting on the mildew covered grass. Everything. Gone in the blink of an eye! The breeze caught my dark hair; my face starting to feel slightly cool. Maybe it was from the tears that rolled down my cheeks? Is that why a salty taste was mixing with a coppery one in my mouth? Where did the copper come from? A dark figure stood over me, carrying the AK40, who's bullets were inside my parents. As his shadow loomed over me I heard a foreign language being spoken between him and another. Even though I couldn't understand, I had a feeling it had to do with me. Suddenly, a large hand grabbed me roughly by the arm and I was lifted off my feet. Being thrown in a car was a blur. As was the bag being put over my head. Damn, these guys were fast. Really, everything was a blur after that. Until I guess I had passed out. Still no clue what from. Next thing I know, I'm waking up to rain pouring on me harshly. Blinking my eyes, i started to sit up; looking around slowly. A sudden sharp pain shot through my ribs, moving down my left arm. I tried to look over, though my vision was blurry. I twitched my fingers on the left side. Oh good, nothing was broken. I reached with my right hand and felt around the source of pain. Well, there's a hole, sore just to touch. Though it felt like a clean cut. Shakingly, I moved to my feet. Fighting the dizziness, I started walking to down the road; looking for help. This of course gave me plenty of time to think through what happened. I decided then that they would all pay and I would personally deliver karma to their doorsteps. Later that night I found help, was taken to the hospital and patched up. I phoned my uncle, thank god I had somewhere to go. Explained to him and the police what happened. Of course when the police officers looked, they didn't find anything. No, the murders were to clever to be caught. Let them hide for now. When I find them there will be one name they will be thinking as they die slowly. Malyn.
Chapter 2 "Malyn!" A loud, raspy voice yelled from down the stairs. I sighed and began to pull my boxing gloves off as I walked out of the fighting room. The stairs creaked as I walked down them. This house has been in the family since before I was born. Walking into the living room I saw a cloud of smoke making its way in from the kitchen. Rubbing my, still wrapped, hand across my face I walk in and find my dear uncle towering over a smoking frying pan. God only know what he was attempting to cook. "How many times do you need to burn your dinner before you realize you shouldn't cook, uncle Jay?" He let out a small grunt of frustration. I looked over his shoulder at the pan, making out the shape of a burnt steak. Rolling my eyes I grabbed a pair of tongs, snatched up the charred meat and chucked it into the trash can. I turned the knob off as I pulled the pan off the still hot cooking eye. I glanced over and spotted a look of helplessness across Jay's face. "Your mother always made the best steak. I wish I knew her secret." He let out a soft sigh and walked out, rubbing the back of his neck slowly. I bit my lip and continued to clean the kitchen. Might as well cook. Jay was my mothers brother. From what I was told, they use to be really close. I remember him coming over every night, eating dinner and telling me stories about him and my mom. Twenty minutes later, I was carrying a plated full of fried veggies and fresh chopped fruit to Jay in the living room. I sat it on the table next to him. He grabbed the plate, though curled his lip a little. "Have something against meat, May?" I just smiled and kissed his cheek. "I'll be back later tonight Jay. Don't wait up." He nodded and turned his attention back to the T.V he had even previously watching; beginning to eat the food. I grabbed my black duffel bag as I walked out the door, and got into my black 2003 Mazda. Gripping the steering wheel, I smirked. Tonight was going to be a big night. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I propped my head against my hand as I waited outside the BuckWild bar, in my car. Typical. Kill those brain cells. A medium sized man, with light brown hair, stumbled out of the bar, still holding a half-filled cup. He raised said drink to some imaginary friend before walking down the dimly lit street. I calmly slid out if my car and followed him. I made sure to stay within eyesight as I followed him, shoving my hands inside my leather jacket. Robert Downey, known informative of the WolfGang. I had gotten the lead two days ago, this guy made himself easy to find. Which was a little unsettling. Watching him turned down a dark alley I cautiously followed him. As soon as I had turned that corner, something cold and solid connected with my face. Damn! My head snapped back with the hit, eyes beginning to water up. I threw my hands up to block any other oncoming hits. Though his hits were slow, the strength behind them was surprising. I lifted my leg and kicks hard, connecting with his chest and pushing him back some. A soft ping sounded as the object hit the ground. I looked up just in time to dodge the foot the was flying towards my face. As I side stepped, I grabbed his ankle and twisted it before slamming his back into the brick wall. He slowly slid down it, groaning softly. As I walked to him he swipe my feet out from under me. As soon as I hit the ground he jumped on top of me and began to repeatedly punch me in the face. Groaning, I rolled his weight off me, rolling with him to wind up on top. My knee, coincidentally, landed in his stomach, causing his breath to rush over my face. I could almost taste the whiskey on his breath. Seeing the bat on the ground beside me, I grabbed it and slammed the butt of it into his temple. His body immediately going limp. I sat there for a moment a little surprised. Though reality hit soon as I got up. Pulling his body half way on top of me, I walked towards me car. I fished around in my pocket for my keys, grunting as he seemed to just get heavier. Feeling the smooth plastic of the clicker, I popped the trunk open. Breathing heavily, I slid him in. This guy weighed way more than I had expected! Slamming the trunk shut, I cautiously walked to the drivers side, looking around. I quickly opened the car door and slipped in, starting the engine quickly. Looking up into the rearview mirror, I noticed a stream of crimson blood running down the side of my face. Wiping at it, I winced a little. Well damn. Driving off I unzipped my duffel bag, the thick rope peeking from the opening. Tonight was going to be a long night.