It was bad. Very, very bad. Her father had gone missing, he had promised he was stepping out for fresh air but he never came back. It wasn't like her father to go missing like that, at least without notifying the family. Her mother was going insane, sitting on the couch and over drinking. She could never think sanely without her father, it was like he was the glue to keep her insane brain together. She became snappy at her children, becoming impatient with them and disinterested with whatever they had to say if it wasn't information about their father. "I'm not dealing with this" Her brother scoffed, taking a sip from his mug. "He is a grown man, he can handle his shit" "Watch. Your fucking. Mouth." Her mother grinds her teeth, gripping the wine bottle in her right hand. It almost seemed like she was threatening to swing it on her brother. Her brother scanned his mother up and down, shaking his head in disappointment.

"You, are pathetic" Her mother furrowed her eyebrows at her brother, he stood there with his arms crossed. His back was pressed against the kitchen counter top, from the look of his face he had no intention of taking his words back. "You are, were, the strongest women in the game. And all of a sudden, your man goes missing and has been missing for almost a week and your first instinct is to cry? To whine?" She wouldn't dare to say anything to take anyone's side in this house, arguing with a bunch of snakes will always be deadly.

"Shut...up..." "No, I don't think I will" Her brother was so nonchalant, sometimes she thinks he lacks empathy. He was always so stern, more stern than their mother. However, he lacked her sad emotions in exchange for their father's anger. "You need to stop fucking around, and get your head back in the fucking-" It happened so fast, she had blinked and she had missed it. What was left was the broken shards of glass on the ground and the once white kitchen title was red.

She shakily looked up to see her brother holding his face, blood dripping to mix with the wine on the ground. His face was unreadable, and so was her mothers. She held the broken end of the bottle in her hand, panting heavily. She couldn't take it anymore, she immediately ran out of the kitchen. She ignored the calls from her mother and the yells from her brother. She ran straight up to her room, locking the door. She pressed her back against her bedroom door, she fought the urge to cry.

What would he say? What would he think? If it was her mother or anyone in her family for the matter, What would Andrew do?

Andrew wouldn't sit around and cry, his attitude is what got them in this situation anyway.

She went to her closet and slid open the doors, taking a deep breath. She moved to the back of her closet, picking up a box that she kept underneath the various of her shoes. She opened the box and took a deep breath, he told her it was going to be a time where she was going to need it. And seeing how her brother and mother aren't getting anything done, she guesses it's supposed to be her.

God she hated the innocent schoolgirl act.

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"This is really unfortunate for you Andrew" Andrew looked up at the tall man, blood leaking from his mouth. He tried his hardest not to pass out because he didn't know if he would even wake up. He had to make it back home to his family, he can't die in a pathetic cellar in a basement. "You really should've listened to that wife of yours. I know, I know. They nag and nag, but sometimes. Sometimes! They can be right" Andrew watched as the man paced back and forth in the room, he tried to move his body but he was chained to the wall. "If you are going to kill me, do it." He coughed out. "Just leave my family out of this" "Oh, you are just the beginning. After I'm done with you, I'm going to go after your pathetic family. I'm not dealing with loose ends" Andrew watches as the white death crouches down in front of him, he has a smile on his face.

"But maybe, I'll spare one. Maybe your wife or your daughter, and make them beg for their life" "You mother fucker!" Andrew head butted the man, sending him back on the ground. "Stay the fuck away from them!" He tried to lunge forward but the chains kept him down to the wall. "Boss, are you okay?" One of his men went to help him up while the other rose a sword to Andrew's throat. The white death scoffed, "I am fine." Andrew glares at the sword being held at his throat, he should be thinking of his family but he doesn't want this moment to be his last.

Suddenly a loud crash was heard from the upstairs area, they all looked at the ceiling before looking back at Andrew. He smirks, slouching back against the wall.

"Y'all gonna get that?"

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She stood in front of those dreaded doors. She was soaked in the rain water, there was no turning back. She knocks on the door, looking down at her soaked mary janes. The doors finally opened and she took a shaky breath.

"Huh?" The man was staring down at her, rightfully confused. "Ma'am are you okay?" She sniffles, slowly raising her head to look at the man dressed in black. "Mister, I can't find my daddy" She started to sob louder, hoping to sell the act further. "I-I was walking home with him after school and- and he was going this way but-" "Hey, Hey" The man tries to calm her down, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Why don't we get you inside? You'll catch a cold" He held out his hand and she took it gratefully.

Once inside, she scanned the area looking for any signs of her father. "Do you know how your father looks?" She took a glance at the countertop, she recognized the keys to be her fathers. Alongside the keys was his gun with the snake embedded on the handle and his knives. Her father could be so stupid, did he really expect to take out the white death with just that?

No, he was expecting his family to band together and they couldn't even do that.

"Yeah... I Do...He's tall, dark, and has blue eyes." The man pauses as she walks ahead of him. "Excuse me? And what's his name?" She stopped walking, standing in the tall walkway. She turns her head to the side, a smile curling up on his lips. "I think you know" She reaches underneath her skirt to reveal her gun, she wasted no time with pumping him full of lead. A shame really, he was a really nice guy. His body hit the ground with a loud thud, this left her with little recovery time.

She hid in the cabinets, closing the doors and pressing her legs to her chest. She heard all of them run in from different directions of the house, she took a peek throughout the hole that was there. There were about five men, all armed with swords. She grins, her father always told her how the swordsmen were always the easiest to get especially if she had a gun. She took a deep breath and barrel rolled from the doors, taking her shots in different directions.

They were dropping like flies, she backed herself into the kitchen to grab her father's weapons. She ducked behind the counter with his things, she unloaded his gun to count the bullets that remained. "Half a clip? Really?" She huffed and slid his gun into her holster underneath her skirt. She wrapped his knife holster to her leg, tying it just tight so it'll remain steady. More men started to pour in the house, ten from the back and ten from upstairs. All armed with guns and swords, not the best combo.

There was no way out of this without coming out alive, not unless...

She reached for the knives and cut her wrist, leg, and stomach. She made sure the blood was showing from the other side of her shirt to fake her injury. She began crying, alerting all the men to her position. She slowly stood up, shaking with her hands up. "Please...Please don't hurt me" "Why are you here?" One immediately asked, the gun still pointed at her. "I-I don't know! I asked for help looking for my daddy and-and some man was coming in and killing all those guys!" She was hysterical, holding her bleeding stomach. "I'm just a girl looking for her father!" "Hey, Hey it's okay!" The next person said, they all began lowering their guns seeing her bleed. "Do you know which way they went?" "Th-That way" She points her finger to the back doors leading outside. "H-He wants to clear the area" "Alright, You stay here. You will be safe" The men filed out one by one to the outside, she kept her head down low while the tears left her eyes.

Once the last person left out those doors, she closed and locked the door. She wasted no time blocking that door and windows with things lying around the living room. She had to still think about how they were going to get out, but she assumed that she'd just threatened Mister death himself into letting them go.

Yeah, she really didn't think this far into the plan.

She began to look around the house for potential places for her father to be hidden, looking for any hidden walls or doors. She stood in the living room, staring at the portrait of him and his family. She tilted her head as she stared at the White Death, it was a small smile but it was the only time she ever saw him smile. She picked up a sword from the dead swordsmen from her foot, flicking the blood onto his white couch.

She stabs his face in the portrait, cutting it to reveal the door. "It's always the family men" She mumbles as she kicks in the door. She carefully walked down the steps, bracing herself with the sword. As the bottom of the cellar came into view, she saw the blood and multiple signs of torture. As she got to the bottom, she saw them. Her father pressed up against the cellar wall and the two men beside the white death. "So, That was just little old you up there making all that noise?" The white death stood up from his seat from the other side of the room.

"I don't believe it. So what, Andrew's little girl saves her father and the day? Is that how the story ends?" She took a look at her father, he was in so much pain. She could see how tired he was. "I didn't want to hurt those people you know" She took a step down the stairs to get closer to them. "I don't like it when my things get taken from me, or my family" "This is a grown man's game little girl. Since you want to be one, let's play" One of his men handed him a revolver, and he dumped five bullets out on the ground.

"A game?" She stood before him, she damn near had to break her neck to look him in the eye. He chuckles, bringing the gun underneath her chin. "You are a smart girl, tracked your father all the way to me, but you didn't think it'll be this easy, did you?" The barrel of the gun pressed directly to her chin, they didn't break eye contact once. She heard him press down on the trigger, it only made a cocking noise.

"Russian roulette." A dangerous game, why would Russians even create such a thing? They must've been really fucking board. He hands the gun off to her, waiting for her respectfully. She spins the barrel like he did, pressing it up to his temple. "Eager to kill me, little one" He said amusedly, she squeezed down on the trigger only for the empty cocking noise to be heard. "Lucky one you are" He pulls the gun from her hand, spinning it once more before tilting it back underneath her chin. "You know, I'll let you go" He leans into her ear, "If you beg for your father's life" She looked over at her father, the concern in his eyes. The only time in her life that she saw tears swell up in his eyes.

She wasn't going to win at this game, there is no true win in Russian roulette. "Please..." Her voice croaks, "Please let us go..." He chuckles deeply at her cracking, he could smell it on her, fear. "After all that, you are just a scared little girl" He pulls back from her, shooting the gun up into the air. It went off and her eyes widened, she really could have died.

"Get him into the car, her too. Drop them off" He walks away from the girl, making his way upstairs. "I will be billing you Andrew, for the damages your little spawn created upstairs" With that the White death left the cellar, the two body guards unlocked Andrew's chains and helped him up to his feet. The man immediately went staggering over to his daughter, giving her a huge hug. "Never." He sniffled, holding back his tears. She could hear his voice crack. "Do that again. Ever." "Beg?" She questioned softly, looking into his father's eyes. The man held the back of her head, tears swelling up in his eyes. "This. Don't ever do this."

She never understood the realization her father went through, the sudden change of heart even. Her entire life was based on killing men who are stronger than hurt, taking on people who are bigger than her. But the minute she got to the white death himself, seeing how he didn't resort to an immediate battle it kind of...spoked her. He's like a cat, he wanted to play with his food. But at the risk of his own life? It didn't make sense to her.

They sat in the backseat of the Black suburban, her father leaning on her and she snuggled up into his chest. She stared at the man with the sword between his legs. "I'm sorry my precious" Her father whispered to her, stroking her wrist gently. "I should have never, ever, involved you in this" He sounded sad, disappointed in himself. She still couldn't understand, she never did.

The black truck pulled up in front of their home, she stepped out and helped her father up the steps into their home. The door immediately opened to her mother, her face switching from anger to sadness. "Andrew.." Her brother came running from the background, his right eye bandaged. His face softened seeing his father, running up to go help her bring him in. She handed him off to her brother, turning back at the black truck slowly pulling off.

She wanted to be a good girl, she wanted to vow to her father that she'd stay out of the business. But, the fact that he was hurt, the fact that he almost divided her family, and the fact that he fucked him over was too much. She needed to get him.

She needed to kill The White Death.