Chapter 1

It was a quiet morning. No stray soul on the streets. Everything was silent and eerie with the mist that manteled the town.

Then gradually you could hear footsteps. Nor slow neither hurried.

Step,

step.

It was a girl.

She covered her face with a black mask giving a slightly misterious feeling to her image. She had black hair tied up to a ponytail, black, dead eyes and white, tattood skin on one arm. It was clearly winter however dressed in a skirt and a sleeveless shirt it was like she didn't feel the cold.

Like her heart was frozen long ago.

She walked down the quiet street with a baseball bat.

That's right: a criminal.

At least they call her that.

However nobody knew anything about her be it her past, be it her thoughts.

She didn't believe in God.

If God existed, her family wouldn't have been killed overnight. If God existed, the culpits would have been caught.

If God existed, he would have been allow her to die peacefuly. But God... doesn't existed for her.

Everything she'd done so far was for revenge solely. This was her only goal to continue living in this dreadful world. Living day-to-day, planning for vengeance.

Like a living corpse.

Because her peaceful days have long ended with despair. She knew living like that was luxury now that she couldn't afford anymore.

Not far from her she heard noises. 3 men were causing trounle for a 18-20 year-old looking like guy who squeezed a Bible to himself. But this wasn't what caught her attention.

'It's HIM!' -she thought.

That's right: this was the culpit who brutally killed her mother, father and older brother on the same night. 

At that dreadful night she came back from shopping but the lights were off and everything was quiet. It was weird. They never just turn the lights off when she's still outside. Also at this hour there should be voices inside, shouldn't there?

Yes, there should.

But wasn't.

Suddenly she saw something int the dark room. Something moved near the window. Then she looked at the floor.

Her brother.

Her mother.

Her father.

All dead.

The other one standing next to them looked at the little girl. Then he smiled creepily.

'ANSWER ME!' -the man in front shouted at the young boy. 

'Please don't hit me!' -said the boy. The man became irritated and wanted to teach a lesson to the 'little fly' he'll remember the rest of his life. He raised his hand to punch but suddenly someone grabbed his hand!

'I've found you!' -the girl thought.

Seeing the little girl in front of him holding down his hand like it was nothing he felt really angry and thought this 'b*tch' was despicable.

'You b*tch! You'll regret this! GET HER!'- he shouted to his followers.

The first one was someone who received training for years. He was a sturdy one. However he had no chance of winning to someone who doesn't feel remorse for her deeds anymore. She kicked him a few times in the stomach sending him flying than using the baseball bat giving a slap to his face. The other one seeing his comrade at a bad condition was afraid. He wanted to help but didn't want to get involved at the same time. A coward. About the third follower... he already left the others behind. He have never liked this team so why should he fight for it?

The girl with the mask smirked. She noticed it.

The man saw his people were useless. Anger, despair and fear stirred his heart. Then he chose anger and attacked.

'How can a little b*tch fight me?! No one can!' -he thought and ran towards her. After a few minutes fighting he was kicked in the lung for 3 times and he had difficulty breathing. He stumbled and landed on the ground coughing hard.

'Who... the hell are you?!' -he said.

'Mr. Killer.- said the girl while she raised the baseball bat to lift the man's head.- Your memory capacity is really not flattering.'

He was dumbstruck with terror.

'You are...!'

Yes. It was her. The girl he couldn't kill that night unlike her family.

She was still alive!!

He couldn't say anything because of the shock for a long time while the girl looked him like she was seeing a disgusting bug.

'Oh, but it was rude for not introducing myself. You must have a difficult time remembering me because of all the deeds you did.' -she said unhurriedly and picked up a pocket knife then carved her name 'Amber' deep into his face.

The man was struggling with pain but Amber was unaffacted.

When she was feeling 10 times as much pain as this who helped her?

When she was accused with murder who stood by her side?

Not a single soul looked after her in this world.

'Oh, would you be so kind to pass a message to HIM?' -she wiped the knife with a gentle tone of voice.

The man was again dumbstruck.

Did she perharps... know?

No, that's impossible!

'Tell him -she smirked- I'm coming for him. Do not hide.'

'Yes... yes!' -the man trembled.

She stood up. Her business here was over. There was no need to stay a minute longer here. 

'Than that's all for now.' -she said.

Suddenly they heard a voice from behind.

'Please wait!'

He was the young boy with the Bible. He was smiling at Amber and said:

'Thank you for saving me, young heroine!'

Amber hearing this almost slipped.

'Young heroine? -she thought.- He must have some issues to think like this.'

'Young one, you must be mistaken.- she turned to the boy.- I'm not a heroine.'

'Of course you're a heroine! -the boy was convinced.- You've just saved me, this makes you a good person!'

'This guy... must have REALLY serious issues.'- Amber thought. She didn't know why she wanted to reason with him concerning this issue. They didn't even know each other.

'Did you also hurt your head?' -she asked.

The young man touched the top of his head and answered: 

'My head? I don't think so. Why?'

Amber sighed.

'Little one, you should believe the person when they say they're evil.'

'I don't think it's neccessarily true. Does an evil person call themselves evil?'

Amber was startled.

What he said just now reminded her of her mother's words: 'my Amber is such a good child'. 

After a long time she smirked.

She looked at the boy who didn't seem like a local but more like a foreigner.

'You're quite interesting. -she said.- Come with me. Guess you have nowhere to go.'

The young boy smiled cheerfully.

'Okay.'