A/N: Disclaimer: Joss Stirling owns all
I was five years old the first time I disappeared. I don't remember much, just shadows and loud voices. The one thing that stood out from the whole experience was the gunshots. Other than that, it's all just a blank space in my mind. That was thirteen years ago and since then I've been kidnapped twice more. The mystery of it is that I've never seen their faces. The kidnappers I mean. And daddy has never told me anything apart from that they are bad and I should stay away from them.
I stared hard at myself in the mirror. Blonde wavy hair, brown eyes, 5'3. My body was toned from the hours of training I did each day. I was wearing my favorite outfit: short, burgundy dress, killer ankle boots, and leather jacket. Accessorized by my mothers diamond necklace and gold bangles. I had to dress smart because Daddy was sending me into the museum to gather info on the security there. One of the many things I did for my father. After all, he was all I had left.
All I had left after my mom…My smile faded as I thought about the Event. Shortly after I turned 10 my life was torn apart. We had moved to the country house to be safe from them. Five months after we arrived, my mom was killed. A clean shot through the head. I didn't see it happen, I was in a different room. The chaos of the shoot out made it impossible to see much of anything anyway. Not that I was meant to be there A short, smart knock on the door brought my attention away from my thoughts.
"You look gorgeous my darling" I composed my features into a smile as daddy walked into the room hands in his custom-made suit pockets.
I twirled around, laughing
"As you say daddy, only the best for the best." I simpered.
"And you are the best." He said, though I heard the underlying warning: do not fail. "Josh will go with you today sweetie-"
"But dad-"
"Not a word of protest! They haven't tried to take you away from me in years my darling, but it doesn't mean they've given up. Remember, complacent is the worst thing you can be."
I stared at him for a moment before deciding it was pointless to argue at all. It would just make him angry, and when he's angry, something always happens. I pressed my lips together and nodded once before turning back to the mirror and smoothing my hair down. Time to go see Josh aka douchebag. Damn this day is just fabulous.
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