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Mirian (GxG)

Mirian Marine has known only one life, that of an assassin. Something her drug lord father has trained her to be, along with a 'pet' keeping brother, will she ever be able to find someone or even start a life of her own. Or will she bow down to her father and continue her self-destructive path.

(Adopted from DarcyEvans)

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Prologue

The long dark corridor was familiar to the young girl, but still she tripped and stumbled as she made her way down it. Using the cold stone wall next to her body as a guide, a guide to her Master's personal bedroom.

It had been months since she'd last been summoned and while she didn't know what was going on, or why she was summoned, she knew it wasn't going to be good. She had never been good with keeping up with time, but she knew that the lack of lights meant one thing: she was taking too long. Fear made her move faster, causing her to trip over her own two skinny feet. Her heart rate was increasing and her breathing became ragged and uneven.

Step after step, she kept going. Her mind telling her to move faster, while her body wanted to hide to run away from the danger she was no doubt walking into. Her gut telling her to find somewhere safe and stay until her Master forgot he wanted her.

Her hand soon brushed against something that wasn't stone, a lot harder. Wood, she thought while thinking back to Darla's lessons. Not that her lessons would do her any good, not with the way her life was going. If the Master got what he wanted and he usually did.

The young child who had informed her of Master's request, looked and sounded scared, like she had just walked out of a meeting with the devil himself. When the child ran off, she knew she was in for it. Nothing ever went well when Master was mad or angry.

Searching for the handle, she didn't bother knocking knowing that the noise would increase her Master's rage. She slowly opened the door, the metal felt cold in her hand. She thought that the Master would be in her bedroom alone, that he would do bad things to her and sent her on her way. However, when her eyes adjusted to the slight, she found that not to be the case. There was someone else, a young girl. She had never seen anyone more livid in her life.

"Father, you can't be serious!" Mirian said her fists by her side as she looked into her father's cold brown eyes. "You can't treat them like this, they're not slaves. What do you expect me to do when you treat others like this? Watch them starve?"

The young women could hear fear in the Master's daughter's voice, despite the angry and rage she tried to cover it with. Her Master didn't care to learn about his daughter, since he missed the undertone of fear.

"Yes. Yes I would," Master seemed to notice her and drew Mirian's attention to the thin blonde as he beckoned her closer. Her actions were more out of habit than anything else, but she did not miss the look of horror that went through Mirian's dark blue eyes, she made sure not to let it show on her face that she'd noticed.

She wasn't going to be the reason Mirian got in trouble, since she was sure it wouldn't be beneficial to herself or the other servants. A gun. Small, black and deadly appeared in her Master's hand, his shirt going back down to hide the holster it had been sitting in. He fondled with the gun, almost affectionately, while Mirian looked like she was in a war with herself.

"Shoot her."

Mirian snapped out of her trance at her father's words. Her mouth forming an 'o' as she shook her head, looking at the gun and then her father. However, she just stood where she was told, watching the whole exchange with dull eyes. She knew her life was in a fourteen year olds hands, that her next actions, would determine her own fate. However, she wasn't scared of death, instead, she welcomed it. Nothing could be worse than the way she lived now.

A place she knew nothing about, other than her age. Darla said she was sixteen. That was all she knew, not her name nor her life before this stone prison. Here she was treated worse than the dirt beneath their feet.

"I can't shoot her. Father, not her," Mirian's was one of resignation. However, she knew that no matter what Mirian said to her father, no matter what the young girl did. Her Master was going to get his way. She was going to get shot, either Mirian did it and she would be granted a quick, painless death or her Master did, then her death would be like the last three years of her life. Painful.

"You can and you will," Master told her while the gun went from his strong, confident and deadly hold to Mirian's own, softer and more hesitant one.

She watched as the young girl mouthed 'I'm sorry' as the gun went into the air. However, she could only slightly smile, pale skin hidden under layers of dirt and grime. She knew Mirian was going to do it, once her soft hands tightened around the object.

The trigger was pulled, a loud bang and then all was silent.