A/N: I might upload chapter 1 later tonight. This is just the prologue to give you a little taste of my OC's character. Please let me know what you think ~ IImage

"Daddy?" Little Opal called from down the echoing hall. Her voice was small and tired, "Daddy?" A large thump had roused her from her peaceful slumber. She rubbed her eyes with balled fists. It was hard to see in this blue dark.

There was a room up ahead, her father's study. A sliver of light shone of the wall opposite. She heard voices: It was her father and someone else. She held her breath as she approached the crack in the door. She leant in, to grant one eyed sight. The horror! Directly in her line of sight there was a grey faced man, eyes strained up, looking past the ceiling. Blood trickled from his mouth. She saw her father punch the man, once, twice. Bubbling, red, saliva sprayed across the floor.

The abyss … it stares back…

"Daddy," Opal whispered. Tears were in her eyes and her body was frozen. Her heart, it fluttered within its cage. This was terror.

Then her father moved out of view. She heard the scrape of a desk drawer and the click of something metal. And then she saw it. Her father walked, straight backed and steady, over to the quivering, broken man in the chair. Her father pressed the barrel to the man's left temple, bent to whisper something in the man's ear. The man made a hideous gurgling sound. Her father pulled the trigger. Red exploded out from the man's head. It coloured her vision.

Opal gasped, clamped her hands over her mouth. She ran blind back down the hall in bare feet. Tears dripped down her cheeks and stained the collar of her nightgown.

My father…He killed a man.

There was a telephone in the sitting room. Opal dragged a pink footstool from across the room, leaving thick scrapes across the hardwood, and crawled atop it so she could reach the wall mounted telephone. She pressed the buttons she was taught in school. 119.

A buzzing, female voice, "119, what is your emergency. "Opal blinked, her mouth opening and closing. What was her emergency? Opal's silence caused the operator to repeat herself.

Opal shook her head, clenched her fist, "My daddy," her voice trembled, "he shot someone in the head."

There was silence on the line a moment. The operator replied, "What's your name, honey?"

Opal sniffed, "Opal."

"Alright, Opal, my name's Ginger, I want to send someone to help you. Can you tell me your address?"

"I live on Bergamot drive. My house is yellow. I have a swing set in my backyard."

There was typing sounds coming through, Opal was concerned, she asked, "Is an ambulance coming? Do they know how to bandage heads?"

"Yes, baby, is your mother home?"

"Uh-huh, do you want to talk to her?"

"No, Opal, I want you to stay on the phone with me. Does your daddy have any friends over?"

"Uncle Kai is here."

"Thank you, Opal, you're being such a good girl. Do you know if your front door is unlocked?"

"I don't know. There's a man with a gun guarding it. But he's nice."

"Okay, sweetheart, just stay put, okay?"

And then, 15 minutes later, there were many more men with guns in her house. They were like black, robot men. One took her hand, "Do you want to see your mother?"

Blue and red lights danced in from the windows, colouring her hands. She stared at her skin, "Uh-huh."

"She's looking for you, asked me to bring you to her. Come with me, Opal."

He took her to a woman who was not her mother. This woman wore a grey pin-striped pant suit.

"Don't let them in. Don't let them in!" Her real mother was locked in a bathroom, screaming, "I have a gun."

Opal covered her face. Everybody's got a gun, don't they?