I have no idea how this story popped in my head, it just did. It will be very slow to begin with, but hopefully it'll pick up and y'all will enjoy it!
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"Dad, we're home!" eleven-year-old Kitku Reynolds called, entering the house. She set down her backpack in front of the close and kissed her dad when he picked her up, She squealed with laughter as he spun her around.
"Hey, pumpkin." he said, then adopted a pretend stern face. "Soldier! Is that where your backpack belongs!" he said in a strong military voice.
"Sir! No sir, it does not... uh, sir!" Kitku said, picking her backpack up.
"That'a girl." her dad said, ruffling her hair with a smile. "Do you want to go to the shooting range with me tonight? Your mom's going somewhere with her friends."
"Yeah!" Kitku said excitedly.
"Good girl. You know, I'm starting to think you're a natural-born shooter. Almost as good as an officer, I bet." he said with a wink.
Kitku smiled and hugged her mother. "Permission to get a snack, ma'am? Sir?" she asked, looking at both.
"Granted." they said at the same time.
She smiled and dropped her backpack, then walked into the kitchen. She got a glass of water and was just about to fix a sandwich when-
BANG! BANG!
The glass slipped from her hand and crashed onto the ground. She peeked around the corner and saw a man with a gun. She saw his face clearly. He had short black hair, hazel eyes, and a mole on his left cheek. She gasped and he turned sharply to the her. She quickly ducked and hid. He left five minutes later, hearing a neighbor knock on the door.
Kitku did not answer the door. She ran to the fallen Marines and saw that blood pouring out of the bullet holes.
"No!" she yelled. She quickly grabbed her father's cell phone and dialed 9-1-1.
"Hello?" a cool, female voice answered.
"Hello? My name is Kitku Reynolds. My parents were just shot and I don't know what to do. They're both in the military and I don't know if they're dead or not. Please help." She hung up.
She curled up between her parents, their blood seeping through her clothes, staining her hands. She sobbed as he held her dying parents.
"Yeah, Gibbs." Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs said into the cell phone. He listened for a few minutes before snapping the phone shut. "Got a couple of dead Marines. Grab your gear." he barked to his team.
They grabbed their things, holstered their weapons, and got out to the car. Ten minutes later, they were at the house. They cautiously entered.
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Kitku heard someone at the door. She quickly grabbed her dad's shotgun, prepared to kill whomever entered the door. "Drop your weapons!" she called.
The door creaked open more and three people entered , guns drawn; there were two males and a female.
"It's alright. Drop your gun. We're here to help." the older man said calmly.
"Who are you?" the girl demanded.
"NCIS." the younger man said, slowly drawing a badge and flipping it open. He placed it slowly back in his pocket.
Kitku still held the gun, though it was slightly more relaxed.
"Set down your weapon." the female said.
"Why?"
"So you don't shoot anyone." the older man said.
Kitku nodded, setting the gun down slowly, never breaking eye contact.
"Good. Now then, what happened?" the older man asked, stepping closer.
"What's it look like happened? Someone shot my parents!" Kitku said savagely, dropping down to her parents once again.
"Kit..."
"Daddy? You're alive!" Kitku said happily. She refrained form hugging her father; he was shot, after all.
"Honey... Be brave for us..."
"Mama?" Kitku positioned herself so she could hear and see both her parents.
"Be strong, Kit. These are good people, go with them. Spend the night at Darren's house, tonight, then go with NCIS, O.K., honey?" her dad instructed, stubbornly clinging to life.
Her mother was fading, though. She was strong, but had suffered a fatal shot in the heart. "I love you, Kit..." she whispered before falling still.
The NCIS team gathered around Kitku's father.
"Daddy? Daddy, no! Come on, stay here..." Kitku whispered, gripping her father's hand. It was already growing cold.
"I have to go now, honey. I love you. Keep fighting, you hear?" her father said, closing his eyes.
"I hear you, sir. I won't let you down." Kitku said, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her father's breath stilled and, finally, he was gone.
"NO!" Kitku screamed, grabbing onto her father's hand. "NO!" she howled, even as the NCIS agents pulled her back.
"Calm down, you're O.K." the younger man said softly.
Kitku struggled to get to her parents, to no avail. She fell limp, waiting for the right moment to get free.
It came sooner than she hoped. The agent turned for half a second and she bolted out the door, ran to her neighbor's house and slammed the door shut. "He said to stay here tonight!" she yelled before locking herself in. She explained the situation fearfully to Darren, who just smiled creepily; evilly even. She cringed and wondered why she even agreed to come to this monster's house in the first place.
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-12kirby12