JIM: ROAR! my first fanfic ever I hope you like it
SLIM: you do realise that this fict is way to bloody
JIM: who cares my first fanfic comment on my epiloge of Th equeen of the streets: it contains blood, guns, streets and love
SLIM: just try not overdoing yourself o by the way KHR does not belong to slimjim so don't give her a law suit
JIM: Like totally! I don'ts have any money.
Blood stained the walls, pained screams echoed her world and all she could do was watch as the two most important people in her life were being torn piece by painful piece, and still all she could was watch the terrifying scene that most 5 year olds wouldn't have to experience. The moon turned a devilish shade of red and the whole world stopped as her maniacal laughter echoed throughout the house making her the most broken doll anyone had ever seen. Soon every voice in the house died out with the flicker of orange flames. She stepped out of the Japanese style house completely covered in blood but miraculously alive her eyes were a beautiful shade of tangerine, her were covered in orange sunset flames, her limbs were just about to give out and by her side was a grown up lion whom had his mane made up of orange flames and a tiger with orange flames around his legs.
A Doberman came and growled at the murderous intent the child was giving of.
"Its okay denver this is my granddaughter", said an old man with creamy white hair and mustache.
He gently bent down to meet the small brunet, wrapping her in tight yet gentle hug, the small child came back into her senses and began to ball her eyes out in the old man's chest. He felt ashamed by the fact that he couldn't protect his best friend's family and he too began to cry silently in the child's hair while saying
"I'm sorry tsukiko" over and over again
Sawada Tsukiko, the day of her birthday was the day she was completely humiliated.