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With that your anger returns to its fullest. You tried to shake you wrist hoping it could set you free but to no avail. You sit there wondering wht could they do to you that you haven't already been through.

*Flashback*

"Mommy" You say running towards her, She smiles as she picks you up. "How's our birthday girl doing?" You smile back "I'm big girl now mommy" You say happily. " Now now calm down you only turned five " She said while laughing.

Little did your mom know that you were being trained to fight and take on big people than your five year old self could handle. Your dad would watch to see how you progressed. You were training to be the next heiress. Every mintue. Every hour. Everyday. For the rest of your life which later became your habit. Your number one priority was to protect your entire family from any near bye snakes as your dad would say.

Which later you found out they were gangs. You didn't know how to feel you weren't angry nor shocked. Until every thing changed.

All you remember is people running screaming, until you look down the hallway to see a big group of men dressed in all back with big guns, then they started shooting at the people running , that's when you see your mom running frantically toward you "MOM" You screamed catching her attention " RU-" She manages to say before she stops and you look at her with confusion till you see blood come from her stomache before she falls to the hard concrete floor.

" NOOO" You immediately ran towards her until big strong arms carried you out. You were kicking and crying in the unknowns man arms till he said your name "Y/N it's me" Your realized it was your dad.

You cried even more. Thinking you lost your dad in chaos too, but with relief he had saved you before you were gone.

After that day you never took a day off even when you were given breaks you still continued. You wanted to make them suffer for what they've done. And how much pain they've caused.

You were just 8 when you held your first gun. You're dad taught you how to handle it and be prepared for the force of how strong it was.

"When holding a gun be ready for the emotions"

You listened eagerly.

"Breathe in so it would be easier to be steady"

"Make sure you have a clear mind"

"When you breathe out shoot"


He said darkly.
*11 years later*

you trained harder. Worked harder. Fought harder. Until you were to tough to beat. Even the boys in your group were to scared to go against you because of the darkness and anger in your eyes.

The glare you gave to everyone who worked for you looked as if there was no obstacle in your way. Not until they took you.

You were running training like you always do. Until you decided to go and visit your moms grave . The only thing in the world that could ever make you weak. To the point you fall on your knees and cry this is probably the second time you've cried since your moms death.

"I'm so sorry mom I failed you" You say while sobbing. You were so caught in the moment that you didn't hear or see three black SUVs come from around the corner.

The first SUV had roll down it's window and pulled out a Traqulizer gun and pulled the trigger

Your crying until you feel a sharp pain on your back and realised what had happend. "Shit" You cursed at yourself before drifting off to a deep sleep. In your sleep your dreaming. You see your mom smiling at you she looks so beautiful in her white dress that fits her body well. She's glowing so much that there's a light behind her. "Hey wake up". You look at her with confusion. "WAKE UP"

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