Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Chapter 1 - Prologue

A blue blur, and eyes that were lifeless, as if she were death itself. That was the last thing the group of men saw before the blazing hot pain came. One by one, they fall with bursts of red staining the floor and walls. The screams echoed, still rattling deep within her skull. She gave them time to react, thoroughly enjoying the terror that became etched onto their faces right before meeting their demise. Hearing the sickening crack as the bullets shot right through their kneecaps gave her a thrill, satisfied with the way they wriggled and writhed in agony. Hopeless. Hysterical. Afraid. Unable to get away from their nightmare. It was disappointing that they would never get to know the full extent of the pain she experienced. With that final thought, she raised her gun once more. The screams diminished, as the bullets went through each and every one their skulls. She didn't even flinch as they crumpled to the floor, the life escaping their eyes.

After she was done, she moved onto the next task, reloading her gun. The house was eerily quiet now as she swiftly moved up the stairs. She kicked down the doors, hoping to find someone in them. She was greeted with emptiness and silence. She was down to the last door. She smirked as she gave a pounding kick to the door, knocking it straight down and out of its rusted hinges. It slammed to the ground, revealing a huddling figure. He was right across from her on the bed, frozen in the middle of the room. He had dark brown hair, buzz cut with gray hairs sprinkled around here and there. He had a bulky, muscled figure with skin tan, like caramel. He had multiple scars, across his face and all over his body. The most prominent was the scar that travelled from his left cheekbone all the way down the the right side of his chin, leading down to his neck. His eyes were wide and filled with intense fear for the girl. It was a pitiful sight, seeing a grown man tremble out of such cowardice.

"Now then Juvia... " he spoke up, reaching an arm out to her. " P-put the gun down. Daddy loves y-"

Mid sentence, she raised her gun and shot that arm. He let out a gut wrenching scream, and clutched his it, trying to stop the bleeding. His face contorted with a mixture of pain and anger.

"You BITCH. YOU LITTLE STINKIN SHIT. " He cussed out, letting more curses escape his mouth.

Getting tired of hearing his vulgar language, she shot his other arm, this time near the middle. He screamed again. And again. And again. After both arms became useless, she shot both of his legs, bullets entering through his left knee and his right thigh. He then flopped down on the bed, unable to support himself with his now useless limbs. She walked towards the bed, leaning over his body, now stained a vibrant red. He looked up at her, his brown eyes once again filling up with fear. Swear dripped from his brow, and his skin became pale. She could tell he was suffering terribly. Just the way she wanted it. She stared at him blankly. A small cold smile formed on her face, no emotion behind it.

"J-juvia-chan..." He panted, eyes begging. " Don't you think this is enou-"

He froze as she cocked her gun once again. Without pause, she aimed the gun at his throat, pulling the trigger. This time, he was unable to shout and suffered in silence.

"Don't ever say Juvia's name again," she spat out. " Its disgusting."

Blood spurted out of his throat, and he was spewing blood out of his mouth. His eyes looked to her for help, searching hers for any kind of emotion. There was nothing. She watched as all of the life left him, his eyes slowly becoming clouded with nothingness. She stood in the same spot for what seemed like hours, just watching him die.

Sluggishly, she walked down the stairs, wanting to get the stench of his blood off of her as soon as possible.

"Y-y-you…"

Juvia froze instantly upon hearing the shaky voice in the darkness. She looked around, finding a woman, shaking with fear. Her once beautiful and silky green hair was now in tangles. Her skin, which used flushed and alive with color, was now shaded pale with dark bags under her eyes. Her gentle eyes, once full of life and energy were now empty and now longer held love or emotion for the girl standing in front of her. She stood in the middle of the dead bodies downstairs, a knife in her shaky and unsteady hands. Tears were streaking down her pale cheeks, her face contorted in fury.

She started swinging the knife around, as if she were trying to slash at the air. Her arms moving erratically, she screamed. "YOU'RE A MURDERER, NOTHING BUT A PSYCHOPATH. I SHOULD HAVE SENT YOU BACK TO HELL A LONG TIME AGO, WHERE YOU BELONG."

The tears finally left Juvia's eyes, unable to be held back any longer. She bit her lip to keep her from sobbing, as she reached into her back pocket. WIth her hand trembling, she held out her gun and pointed it at the woman. The woman shrieked and immediately charged towards Juvia, knife still in hand.

"MONSTER," she yelled.

Before the knife could touch her, Juvia pulled the trigger.

The bullet entered through the middle of the woman's chest, and she sank to the ground. The knife fell out of her hands, falling to the ground with a loud clatter. Juvia ran towards the woman's side, standing over her.

The rage was now gone from the woman's eyes, and now only held a touch of sadness as she stared at her. Blood was starting to leak out of her mouth as she tried to speak. Juvia could do nothing but look, as she positioned the gun to the middle of the woman's forehead. A small smile appeared on the woman's lips, as her last words escaped from her mouth.

"I… never loved you."

Juvia's finger pulled the trigger, holding it tight. The woman was now laying dead on the floor, put out of her misery.

Juvia finally let the emotions escape, and her body racked with sobs. Her legs felt like jelly and she collapsed to the floor. She punched the floor, over and over again, filled with nothing but despair and sadness.

"Mother… please…. no…."

She didn't know how long she just stayed there, kneeling on the ground. She sobbed, screamed, cried, until she couldn't anymore. Her throat felt dry and raw. The overwhelming scent of iron filled her nostrils, and it made her choke.

She was finally able to pull her eyes away from her and looked out the window. She just noticed the pitter-patter of the raindrops as they banged at the window. Drip. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drip, Drop. With that in mind, she walked through the front door, into the storm and leaving her parents' corpses behind. Along with her past.

A/N: So I've just had this fanfic on my computer for a while, and I was hesitant on whether or not I should publish this. Welp, here I am. It's up to an okay start I guess?

Comments and constructive criticism are a-okay.