Hello there! This is my first fanfiction and I hope you like it :D
English is not my native language, so feel free to correct me if something is bothering you!
The next chapter will be longer!

Disclaimer: I don't own HxH.

WARNING: This story contains violence, blood, torture and in later chapters smut!

15 Years ago

It was a cold night and the snow in the city sparkled in the moonlight. In a small house, near a river, one could hear the sound of a hammer and the laugh of a children who played inside.

Beside the house were three men who discussed something, but they whispered so that nobody could hear them. After a while, they broke the door and stormed inside. In front of them was a man with a hammer near a table, he was shocked and confused and wherefore he let go of the hammer and stepped back. Behind him, his wife and daughter came through the door and froze on the spot.

"What are you doing inside our house?!" The father said and hid his family behind his back, to protect them from the strangers.

"You have something what we need. If you want to survive this night, you should do what we say!" one man with baldness and a big stomach said, while he pulled a gun out. The mother let a small scream out and went down to hide her daughter from the men.

"I will do whatever you want from me, but please, don't kill us!" the father said and began to shake. The little girl looked confused to her father and then to the three men. What was happening? Why was her mother crying and her father shaking?

She looked to the other two men who were silent and noticed that both of them wore black coats which hid their faces.

"Where is the puppet with the long blonde hair which you brought from the market this morning? It is something important to us and if you give it back, maybe I will spare your beautiful wife." The chubby man said and let his tongue glide over his lips. His lewd eyes inspected the woman and he laughed devilish.

The fathers eyes widened and cold sweat dropped from his forehead. He pointed to the table where he stood before the men came in. On the table there was a small doll with golden curls and a nice red dress. The intruder nodded shortly, put the gun back in his belt and picked the hammer from the floor up. He went to the doll and with one heavy hit he destroyed the dolls head into pieces. The sound was sudden and loud and the parents winced.

At this moment the 4 years old girl realised that something was terribly wrong and she was terrified as never before. Her mother patted the girls head but she didn't noticed it, she only watched in horror and was afraid of the hammer which took the dolls life.

The chubby man took the body of the doll and turned it around. At the spot, there the head was supposed to be, many diamonds began to fall out. It felt like years as the family waited for a reaction of the strangers, but the man just stood there and looked at the treasure. Finally he turned around and smirked at the father.

"You made all these dolls in this room, right?" he asked and the father, who was still terrified, only nodded. With one hand the stranger ran through the diamonds an with the other he picked the dolls body up.

"You know, this is really handy!" he exclaimed with joy "with these dolls we could smuggle all our goods without getting caught: diamonds, gold, drugs and maybe even weapons! Who would control little puppets?" he walked to the father and hold his hand out "Ready for a deal?"

With one glance to the gun the father knew that he had no choice and took the sweaty hand of the other man in his own one.

Even the little girl knew that their lives would never be the same again.

Today

It is a cold night and the snow in the city sparkles in the moonlight. These kind of days remember me of the past, a time in my life that only seems blurry now. I walk on the road and pass many stalls which sell decorations for Christmas or food. Parents with their kids are everywhere and near a Christmas tree sat a man with red clothes and a white beard, a queue of kids right beside him.

"Lady Mirana please wait for me!" a small voice shouts.

I turn around and see my attendant a few steps behind me. I stop and watch how she runs towards me. The wind blows through her brown curls and her big eyes stare at me so that she doesn't lose me in the crowd. In her hands is a small bag which she presses to herself as if she was afraid to lose it. This girl always remembers me of a certain doll which my father bought me once for my birthday, but that one had golden curls. Now the doll is the content of my nightmares.

"Watch your steps Mishima, it's slippery." I say shortly and start to walk again as my attendant reached me.

"Are we heading home now, Milady?" Mishima asks and let her eyes glide over the stalls, fascinated by the many lights she sees.

"Yeah, it's getting cold" I tell her as I notice her red nose and cheeks.

Mishima only nods and together we leave the Christmas market. After ten minutes we reach a big gate which my attendant opens as we stood before it. Together we walk trough it and follow a path towards a tall building. On both sides of the path there is a long rose hedge so that you had to follow it. Behind the hedge was a big area and normally flowers would bloom there, but at the moment the grass was beneath one meter high snow, it was the coldest winter since a long, long time ago.

Soon we arrived at a enormous building. Most people would say that all this is like a palace, like those in the stories children love to read and hope to come true, but little do they know that the original fables are brutal and only were changed so that children would not be afraid.

But this one was not changed, it is dark and terrifying. Because only few know that behind these doors, one of the most powerful man at the black market lives – my father.

Not that I care, I think. I accepted my fate a long time ago.

And with these thoughts in mind, Mishima and I go through the door into the darkness.

Note: Hisoka will appear in the next chapter, so stay tuned! :3