His Property

I'm sure you want to know how this all started. Well when I was 5 my house was burnt down...,I don't know who did it.., no one does. I was the only survivor. I was put into foster care 2 days later. they were great but no one could ever replace my parents, or my best friend (she was spending the night). I miss them with every bone in my body, I felt like by staying and trying to move on (dont judge me I was 5 I didn't know what was going on)I was betraying them so... I left and I kept running. from foster home to foster home to foster home, until I turned 11, that was when everything changed. When I was 1, I was on the run and came across someone I recognized. My uncle he couldn't take me in before because he was in jail but he just got out a year ago and was looking for me. he explained everything to me and soon he became my second dad. the years past and I was getting older. I was training.. for war. not the kind of war you see on a battle field, but the kind you settle with taking each other's shipments. and yes if you haven't figured it out yet my uncle is the leader of a mafia. before we get much further into my story I feel that I'm inclined to tell you that this isn't a happy story. My story is full of hatred, betrayal, death, and torture. if I were you I would leave now before it got to tempting to know what happens next. if your still here I'm assuming that you decided to stay..., well then all I can say is good luck, I wish you the best. I was training for 2 years before they even let me anywhere near a gun, but lucky for them I was a natural and and learned quickly. I was now able to take down a man four times my size with one swift move, and I could shoot like a sniper on my bad days imagine what I could do on a full night's sleep. unfortunately the fire haunted my dreams. I could still hear my bestfriend calling for me to run and get out, to leave her there. but I was stubborn and pulled her out earning me a scar on my side six inches long. I was too late though she inhaled to much smoke... she was gone. my parents were the first to die they got me and Harper to the living room before a burning beam fell on their heads traping Harper's leg underneath. I remember it like it was yesterday. "Evelyn your late there's a new shipment coming in let's go" "I'm coming uncle Sam'' he snapped me out of my thoughts shoot its 7 pm if I'm not down there in 3 minutes roland will get to drive (his driving sucks) I just nearly beat him to the truck, we have to be quick so we don't miss it. and someone *cough* Roland *cough* forgot to put gas in so now we have to stop and fuel up. and we'll probably be late now. I made Roland pump the gas because it was his fault we were going to be later than expected anyway. It took him 10 MINUTES TO PAY 10 MINUTES. ughhhh. we finally got there to see them loading our shipment up. we pulled out our guns and shots fired everywhere around us.. I could tell we were outnumbered, but I couldn't see anything over the thick smoke that blew up. I could hear screams though. loud heartbreaking screams that I knew came from none other than Roland and my uncle. all of a sudden everything was black.