Destiny Awaits

Summary: Surviving a most traumatic murder of her family, Florence has nothing left to live for. Even with the help of government security, she fears that the murderer would come back for her. She only wished to be somewhere safe. Something to make her feel alive again …. She got her wish.

A/N: God, all mighty! I really need to post this here now~! X'D Hello there! Here with another fic from me, and it's ThunderCats this time! 2011 verse! Actually, I watched the 80's ThunderCats a few years back when my big sis watched it late at night when she was in high school. I think when she was in second year? But still, it is her fault for me to LOVING the 2011 verse now! Lion-O is sooooo handsome and cute! Two things that shouldn't fit together! So here it is. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THUNDERCATS. ONLY OC'S AND THE PLOT. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THE OWNERS.

Chapter 1: Don't look back. Move on. And don't hold your breath.

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As a small rectangular alarm clock went off, a pale hand reached for it and pressed the snooze button. A faint groan was heard from the bed as the same hand pushed away the comforter. Messy strawberry blonde shoulder length hair scratched with sluggish frustration as a pair of golden amber eyes, dull of any emotion but sadness and shattered hope, scanned her room. Ever since that an infamous and well-known murderer that randomly choose and killed the rest of her family right before her eyes in the most painful and slowest death. Leaving her for last. The events of those only happened a year ago. And it was still fresh in her minds eye. She was only fourteen at the time.

Sighing, the girl picked herself off the bed and opened her bed room curtains. As the suns light entered her room. Florence crossed the room to prepare her clothes for the day. Consisting a loose white cotton but thin, sweater, and a pair of blue jeans. And a pair of underwear. Placing all she needed on her bed, she hauled herself to her bathroom across the hall.

After doing all the necessary things after taking her bath, the teen made her way her kitchen. Yes. Her kitchen. To prepare herself some breakfast. Ever since the murder she spent her time alone in a small economy sized house fit for two or three people. All of it was paid by, again, the government. And all of her parents insurance were all given to her, as by right. It was supposed to be her older sister to inherit for she was the first born, but…seeing the circumstances, it was not to be. The strawberry blonde occupied the main bedroom, while the other she decided to use as a studio. She practiced honing her art skills. She was never given much lesson to practice on but her older sister gave her some pointers on how to correct mistakes. His older brother as well, help her on practicing her mecha designs. Ever since with the insurance money, Florence was able to buy all the materials that her older sister and brother could never get to afford. It was all for them. And she will make them proud and finish what they started.

It was actually thanks to her older sister that she set the interior design of the house. Her older sister worked hard to design the most simple and affordable furniture to fit in any modern household. She even decided to sell her sisters original design to some big company for interior designers, she also sold her sisters fashion designs! She also sold her older brothers mecha designs. Florence laughed half-heartedly. She imagined that they'd be rolling in their graves to why she did that. But they knew that she doesn't need any of them. Heck, her mother and father would be turning in their graves as well. Her mother for seeing her youngest child in such a state. And her father, knowing that his little girl was not feeling safe at all. Bt they could do nothing except watch over her. God help her. Thinking about them is making her want to cry.

Making her way to the living room after making a simple eggs and bacon with toast, and a glass of apple juice. Placing her food at the coffee table Florence reached for the remote and turned on the flat screen TV. As it turned on it was stationed at channel 11 since she watched a movie late last night. Deciding that this isn't the channel she wants to watch, she changed it to channel 34. It's a channel for kids below thirteen, but she doesn't care.

As it went into commercial the teen picked up her dirty dishes and soaked and washed them in the sink. Retreating back into the living room, the TV still on commercial, she sat down on the sofa. Then something caught her eye under the stacks of already read magazines under the coffee table, she picked it up. It was a complete stack volume of Tales of Symphonia manga. Letting her eyes to travel down again, Florence saw Hell girl, Nurarihyon no Mago, and Sacred. All of them are manga's. Beside it was a scale model of 'The battleship' that was only released this year for her older brother. Florence gave a sad smile. "Both of them would have really loved these." Tears rimmed her eyes, threatening to fall. A trembling hand reached inside her sweater and pulled out a rope necklace with an old fashioned pocket watch attached to the end of it.

As she opened it she observed the photo placed on the door of the pocket watch since it was manufactured that way as both a watch and a locket. It was a family photo of them on the same year that her family had given it to her on her fourteenth birth day. It was slightly on the expensive side but her mother, father, big sister, and big brother pitched in to save up on buying. She gave a weak laugh when she remembered their procedure on doing it. They donated every spare change they have on a 120g jar. Her mother and father on either side of her, her brother, the second oldest, did a wacky face, while her older sister was giving a piece sign whilst smilling.

Trembling hands dropped everything they held and placed on the strawberry blonde's sobbing face. It may have been the hundredth time she cried, but neither cared. "Why? Why did it have to happen? Why us? Why my family?" her howling cries of heartbreak echoed within her home.

After a few minutes to settle her nerves Florence wiped away her tears with her sweaters sleeve and composed herself enough to see what was showing in the TV. She produced a sad smile. "Sis must be having a fit to not being able to watch ThunderCats now. Even though that she watched the 80's version when she was in high school, she fell in love with this 2011 verse." Sighing, she picked up the remote and increased the volume, smiling once more. "And it's practically her fault that I'm loving it now. And Lion-O is so handsome and cute.", Florence gave a small squeal at that. "I don't know why sis likes Tygra. I see him as a proud jerk.", she paused for a moment. "But Michel was also a pain in the ass sometimes."

Suddenly her doorbell rang. Florence's attention went directly to it on the first ring. Fear gripped her heart as she hastily grabbed the remote and turned off the TV before she crossed the room and grabbed her tasser and a small bottle of pepper spray the size of a small perfume bottle. And she then went to the door and looked through the doors eyehole.

On the other side of the door was a man standing roughly in his late 30's. His messy calloused pale dirt brown hair, was all shaggy and his bangs covered his mug shot unshaven face. Florence's eyes widened in horror, she recognized the face. Even if he wore the most descent clothes and act all normal was not enough for the strawberry blonde to forget the monster. As the doorbell rang once more, she disguised her voice in a normal tone before she spoke. She opened the door just enough for her to see him. The barrel lock still clamped in place. "Who is it?"

His gruff and cold voice almost froze her heart. "I'm a member of a local community service, ma'am. I'm selling goods that are perfect for house hold use. May I come in so we may discuss things?"

"I'm sorry, but my parents aren't here at the moment. Sorry for wasting your time here.", as she tried to shut the door a foot blocked it's way. Her nerves started to panic.

"I'm afraid I can't do that." The man's voice took in a cold tone. As she looked up into his eyes, they took on the same sheen on the night he killed her family. "Not until I kill you."

In that moment Florence immediately took out her pepper spray and aimed for his eyes, he screamed and wiped his eyes on instinct. The strawberry blonde then made a getaway to her houses back door in the kitchen area. She did the first thing that came to mind when she needed to get away from him: she tore through the woods behind her house. After several minutes of running she heard his screaming voice, he was following her. And that made her run even more. She had known these woods relatively well-she used her time outside and discover what was in the forest behind her house. Today, however, she wasn't paying any attention to her surroundings, and just wanted to put as much distance between herself and that man as she could.

Branches tore at her face, and the hot summer day had cooled off considerably in the last few minutes. She knew what that meant. Storm.At that moment, a clap of thunder rang through the air. A fat drop of rain was the only other warning before the bottom fell out, and she began to get soaked.

She had no umbrella, and was clad in cotton sweater. This somehow managed to make her even angrier, and rather than turn around, she continued even deeper into the woods. She came upon a small creek, one she hadn't been to in weeks. It was shallow, she remembered, not even ankle deep. Without so much as looking down, she ran through it, willing to exchange wet shoes for more space between her and her house.

Her second step was all it took. Everything happened in a blur. One minute she was running, the next, she was completely underwater.

How? She tried to figure out.

Somehow, she was in a hole. How a hole had ended up in an ankle deep creek, she had no idea, but she had managed to fall into it all the same. Her eyes open in the water, she began to panic. She looked up and saw what looked like roots above her head. Her lungs began to burn. She needed air. She tried to make her way to the surface, but she felt as if she were caught on something. She could see the light from the sky above her head, but the roots became even thicker.

The more Florence fought the further from the surface she ended up. As her need for air became desperate, her mind began to feel fuzzy. She saw the small fish of the creek swimming above her, the circle of light that was the sky receding. Her arm couldn't even break the edge of the hole, much less the surface of the water.

I'm drowning. She realized. Itlooks like…I'll be joining my family soon enough. Florence then closed her eyes as she waited for death to come.

Oh, no you don't young lady. I'm not letting you die that easily.

A/N: And done! Four pages all in all. Hope you enjoyed it. See you again soon. Please read and review. ^_^