Before I get a shit-ton of people saying that the 'face-claim' I have used is Carol Ferris, I do know this. I also know that Carol is a grown adult where as Daphne aka Taff is a young teenager. But I like Carols new 52 costume, and it is more appropriate considering Taff is 13 in this first book, I might update her costume in the second book. I don't know yet, I haven't written it.
And yes, Taff is Daphne's nickname because I refuse to have my main character called 'Daff'
"Mum! Are we there yet!" a nine year old with midnight black hair called out to her mother, who was just a few paces ahead of her. The eleven year old walking besides her rolled her eye. This was the sixth time her little sister had asked that question in the twenty minutes they had been walking.
"No Sweetheart, about ten more minutes of walking." Their mother replied, her camera held tightly in her hands, Adelphi Price had decided, two day beforehand, to take her two daughters on a photography trip, to try and take their minds off of the date.
September 30th.
The anniversary of her husband's death.
A loud bang brought Adelphi out of her thoughts, the shock jolting her. "Mum, what was that?" her eldest questioned.
Christina's mother shook her head, "I don't know Chrissy, Sweety." The fifteen year old was now holding her younger sister's hand out of fright, they were both shaking slightly. Their mother sighed before taking the camera off from around her neck, "I'm going to check, take care of this, I love you both." Their mothers smooth british accent reassuring them as she kissed the top of their heads, the elder girl, Chrissy, nodded.
They both mumbled an 'I love you too.", Then watched as their mother walked into the forest in search of the noise.
Five minutes later, the siblings stood and starting walking after their mother, and they found her. She was on her knees, tears close - so close - to falling down her, now red cheeks. A man was standing above her, a silver pistol pointed at her head, he was speaking. A thick Brooklyn accent that sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
The young girls couldn't quite understand what he was saying, but from the evil smirk on his face, it couldn't be good.
The gun clicked.
Christina held her breath and put a hand over her younger sister's mouth to stop her from saying anything or making any noise, Whilst their mother begged for her life, pleading for her daughters to be safe, and begging for the man with the gun and fedora to let her go, but she had seen too much apparently.
Finally, Chrissy's hazel eye's met her mothers, they blinked at each other, a silent understanding, 'Look after Daphne"
The gun went off.
And the girls screamed.
I know this is short, but the next part is like, 4000 words sooooo...