She was full of shit, ever since her sixteenth birthday she has been a liar. It just didn't make sense on how her brother could continue being in the family business but she had to stop. She still watched her videos, she did all her training secretly. She found herself going to boxing matches and partaking in some of them to brush up her skills. It's not every day she feels satisfied beating up older men.

However, she was under heavy watch after all the things that happened almost five years ago. Her mother was upset that she went after her father by herself, but even more upset with herself for not being in the right state of mind to be the one to form her plan. Her brother was proud of her, telling her not everyone has the balls to do what she does. But it was her father who banished her from participating in anything of the family business, they got into multiple arguments over it and he never gave a reason.

She took it as a respect thing, that her father didn't like that she simply just didn't kill the white death when she had the chance. She beats herself up over it every day, the fact that she willingly begged for her and her father's life. She should've died.

But it's okay, she only has one wish to fulfill before her twentieth birthday, to kill The White Death. She hasn't caught a body yet, she's way behind compared to the rest of her family. But that's because she was saving it just for him. She stared at her black skin tight suit, it was similar to the one her mother used to wear in her prime. Instead of the cheetah print strip it was a simple yellow strike on her thigh.

She looked at the photo of her family on her bedside, the happy faces they all shared. She was going to do it, she could do it. She laced up her boots and tied them tightly. She grabs her bandanna and wraps it around the lower half of her face. She sat in silence for a while, pondering if it was really worth it. Should she really play good daughter? Get married into that crazy cartel family her father always mentions? Be the perfect daughter?

She looks at her window, fuck that. She stood up and slid her swords into their holsters and put her guns onto her belt. She walked over to her desk to read over the note, moving it to be placed onto her bed. There was no coming back from this, she stood at her window and stook her leg out of it. She began to climb out of her window and carefully snuck by the other windows. Her family were talking in the living room, talking and laughing. She smiles, she'll be able to join them when she gets back and have a bomb story to tell as well.

She gets in her car and quietly drives off, she had it on since she got on earlier with the plan of leaving back out. The only downside is that she needed to get gas. "I'll get it when I get back" She mumbles as she drives down the street and the radio is off, being left alone with just her thoughts alone. It's not too late to turn back, her mind constantly tried to tell her. She could just turn back home and ask for forgiveness.

But no, she strides for pride. To be able to finally look her father in the eye and say that she actually killed the white death.

The white death had moved from his old house, the rumor was he needed a new fresh area after the sudden passing of his wife. So, at the moment he resided in the countryside. Far from the city and its problems, and according to her gps it would only take her three hours.

She cleared her mind of all other worries, keeping her mind only on the mission at hand. Only him, she couldn't afford to make any mistakes. He let her go last time at the price of her dignity. But now? She isn't that innocent school girl that can get away with the simple bat of her lashes, she's a woman now and people are going to take more from her.

Her mind was cleared, and those three hours simply felt like five as she arrived near his property. She parks her car down the huge hill, staring up at the mansion sitting on top of it. She did her final touches on her gear before taking a deep breath. She looked at her phone momentarily, she saw millions of texts from her family. They must've found the note, so soon in the night. As she looked at the messages, the one that nearly broke her heart popped up.

Please, Please my precious. Don't do this.

She turned off her phone, taking a deep breath. "No distractions" She mumbled to herself. She began walking up the hill, being cautious of traps and guards. As the house came into closer view, she stood in front of it. All the lights were on, he was home. She smiles, fantastic. She carefully climbed up a sturdy house pole and sat on the flat roofing. Two guards resided underneath her.

"Man, I wish we were in the house dude" One guard said with a sigh. "No way, that means we would've been serving the food, I'm too clumsy for all that. I just got this suit dry cleaned actually" The other said, making the sound of fixing his tuxedo. "Really? Man, who's your cleaner? I have old blood stuck in one of my shirts from like a year ago!" Bored with their conversation, She drops down and wraps her legs around the poor guard's neck. The other guard went to aim his gun at the girl but she stuck her sword through his throat. She turned her attention to the man who was struggling to pry her off, she tightened her thighs around his throat and held his head in place.

It took two long minutes before he finally went down, she caught herself and him and gently placed his head on top of his dead friend. She searched their bodies for anything, taking off keys and money out of their wallets. They're dead, they aren't gonna need the money any time soon. She twists the key into the doorknob and gently pushes it open, peeking her head inside.

It was the main hall, and multiple guards were in there. At least a good twenty and probably more from upstairs. If she was fifteen again she would've turned around and went home, good thing she isn't. She's strong enough to take a crowd like this, and dare she say it's the funnest thing to do. She pushed open the door to reveal herself and all had turned to her. They noticed her bloody sword and their eyes all widened. She wasted no time to cut off the lights, ducking all the rounds of bullets shot random ways.

She begins slicing their legs, stabbing them in the chest once they were down. She drove her sword into a man and had him pinned against the wall. As the lights were cut on by some unsuspecting guard, she had at least downed half of them and injured the rest. She turns her head to the guard by the light switch, reaching to her thigh and pulling out her knife. She threw her knife at his head, it was an immediate hit. It sent him to the wall, blood dripping from his head and eyes as a result.

She began cleaning out the rooms leading up to where the white death was, her source told her that he would be having dinner with his family. Unfortunate for them really. As she sliced through the multiple men trying to stop her, her heart began to pound. That feeling from five years ago started to resurge itself, the feeling of the unknown. What is he hiding? Does he know she's coming? Did he plan on it? The lack of guards says otherwise. Or maybe, he was finally going to give a fair fight.

She made her way to the dining room, a long empty hall with red walls. At the end were red and gold doors. She could hear her heart in her ears, her brain was screaming at her to turn away and go home. To call her father and cry for forgiveness. But no, she disappointed him once and she can't do it again. The gold doors opened to reveal two guards coming out with swords, she tilted her head and gave them a bored look. "Really?" She sighed, pulling out both her swords. This was the final battle before the boss fight? What does he take her for?

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The little girl sat in silence once the dinner was served to her and her brother. She stared at her father as he bowed his head, muttering a prayer over his food. Days like these were boring to her, her pathetic brother is too scared to start a conversation that always results in asking their father for money. She, on the other hand, was sick of her father being moopy and depressed. She didn't understand him, he knew the type of work he did, why was it a shock that he got their mother killed? "Daughter" She swears he doesn't even know her name anymore, he rarely looks her in the eye because of how much she looks like her mother.

"Yes papa" She responded softly, looking at the older man picking at his food. "When I die, look out after your airheaded brother" He didn't look at them once, it's been like that for the past year or so, dropping random things on the two siblings with no reason whatsoever. "Yes papa" She sighs, leaning into her hand. She looked at the mushy peas on her plate, she seriously hasn't had a good meal since the passing of her mother.

Sudden crashing was heard outside the doors of the dining room, her and her brother's heads snapped up hearing the wails and shouts getting closer. They looked at their father, he still didn't bother looking up. "Papa..." Her brother said hesitantly. "What Dimitri?" He said slightly annoyed, looking up at the boy who stiffened in his seat. Dimitri swallows the lump sitting in his throat, "Shouldn't you check on that? They sound like they are getting really hurt" He didn't respond back to him, leaving Dimitri to sink deeply into his seat.

The screams had gotten louder and the lights had started to flicker, she really should've been concerned and worried like her brother but something about all this was intriguing to her. She folded her hands and turned to face the door, hearing the loud thumps become closer as things began to shake in the room. Her father snapped his fingers and the two men in the room started to charge out with their swords drawn out. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving the family quiet in the room.

"Papa..." Dimitri scooted closer to his sister, moving his arm in front of her. "Don't worry son, it'll be all over soon" Dimitri tried to relax, but the screams were too hard to ignore. Everything had gone quiet soon after, only the eerie sound of the dining room doors opening slowly.

She stared at the woman who was slowly revealed by the doors. She was slouching with her hand propped up on the doorway, her sword was drenched in blood. She flicked her sword to remove some of the blood onto the door, some of the droplets getting onto the gold handle. "Ivan." She mumbles, her green eyes staring intensely at the man sitting across from her. He had finally looked up to look at the culprit, tilting his head.

She found this all too amusing, her father finally face to face with an assassin. She's been waiting for this opportunity since her mother died, for her father to get a piece of his own medicine. "You are?" "Miss Death, because you won't miss it this time around" She snorted at the little quip, it sounded a bit corny on the mysterious girl's part but she was finding all of this entertaining. She leaned back in her seat, scooting from the table. "Hm, And I suppose that was you who killed all of my men out there. I feel like we had this conversation before." Ivan stood up and drew his sword from beneath the table. He had no intention of fighting that night but she had interrupted dinner, and tried to make a mockery of him in front of his children.

"I supposed you didn't come here to chitchat"

"You suppose right"

There was no time wasted as Ivan immediately flipped over the dinner table, the glassware and plates shattering immediately on the ground. Dimitri pulled his sister back away from the commotion, he didn't want her to get stuck in the middle. Ivan and the woman had charged at each other, both swords clashing with a loud clunk. She has never seen anyone take on her father as strong as her, no man could even compare to the brute strength of him. This woman was becoming more interesting by the second.

She pushed him back, slashing his chest. Her father yelled in pain and stumbled back, the blood seeping through his white shirt. He looked up at her, the look on his face was unreadable. Many expressions were on his face, the one she could make out the most was shock and excitement.

He charged at the woman again, this time going harsher than his first rounds. She blocked all his advances, her style of fighting of nothing she herself had seen before. She had seen her father fight other men, she was taken to training fields where his guards were taught. But her? She was mocking his fighting style, like she was toying with him the entire time. No one would ever do that to the White Death.

She had finally knocked him on the ground with a swift kick, right onto his back. She stood over top of him, crouching down slowly. "Look me in my eyes Ivan" She whispered to him, dropping her sword in favor of a hunting knife from her holster. "Look me in my eyes once the light drains from yours. Do these eyes look familiar?" She brought the knife to his neck, her father showed no emotion as the assassin straddled him. "Do they look like someone you fucked over?"

She wishes the mysterious lady would just do it already and kill him, she wants his empire. She would be happy to thank her too, paying her with whatever. However, her brother was shaking. Getting closer to the two pinned on the ground, he was teary eyed, "P..Papa?" The woman looked up at her brother, she would never forgive him for this.

The woman showed compassion, her eyes softening at the sight of him. It made her furious because after all her hard work, it all ended then and there.

She saw the sharp sword pierce through her body, her knife dropped to the floor. She began choking on her own blood as it began leaking underneath her bandanna. Her father leaned up, his sword still lodged deeply inside the woman. "Now what was that you said?" He whispered into her ear. "'Look me in my eyes once the light drains from yours'" He reached behind her neck to untie the bandanna, it dropped slowly from her face.

His eyes widened once he saw her face, her bleeding mouth and that bloody evil smile. "Do it." She leaned forward, her forehead was pressing against hers. Her eyes began to drop as she struggled to keep them open.