Ok so I've had a couple friends say they are confused about the story, so this is an OC! And she is hiding under the kitchen sink because she is a scared 5 year old.

Prologue

A sliver of light penetrated the darkness that encased me, just enough so that when I put my eye up to the crack I could see beyond. Now, whether I wanted to or not was another matter. Taking a breath I slowly slid over to the cabinet door, resting my fingertips lightly on the wood. Everything appeared fine; nothing was out of place. I slid back, resting my head on my knees and wishing for a sound, any sound. There it was; the soft sound keys jingling and the door opening caused me to return to my small window.

There she was; her dark brown hair tied back into a high ponytail, her vest covered in dust and splotches of what I hoped was mud. I hadn't even placed my hand on the old grainy cabinet door when she sank to the floor. The scent of blood, mixed with something else hit my nose, causing me to halt in revealing myself. Her eyes flittered to the window above the sink.

My view was blocked as the intruder stepped silently down off the counter. I could see again as he walked towards my mother. She was shaking her head.

"No, no you can't." she started but stopped abruptly when he placed his hand under her chin.

"I am simply taking care of loose ends, my sweet," he said, his voice deep and smooth, "Where is the child?" Mother brought her eyes to his face, blood tricked down the corner of her mouth.

"She died days after she was born, you have no heir." She spat, causing blood to drip onto the hand under her chin. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

"Oh my sweet, what ever will I do with you now? Without your kiekie genki passed down to a child I won't be able to continue my research." He let out a sigh the grabbed the handle of the Kunai that was still protruding from my mother's chest. Twisting slowly he pulled the kunai out of her chest, only to replant it in her stomach.
"Now, now, we wouldn't want you giving anything away would we?" he asked as he let go of the weapon. He turned back to the counter and made his escape (suggestion: escaped from the window he'd come through). I waited painfully until I was positive he had gone before creaking open the cabinet door.

Tears welled in my eyes as I crawled over to my mother, placing her head in my lap.

"Mother, are you ok?" I brushed back her bangs so I could see her eyes.

"Shhh, don't worry about me, go to the neighbors and tell them that I've been killed. They will know what to do, but you will have to live with them ok?" she said taking slow breaths. The tears rolled down my face as I nodded; I had to be strong, like mother. She brought a hand up to my cheek and brushed the tears away with her thumb.

"You're such a brave girl, I'm so proud of you. Never forget that I love you and will always be with you." She whispered, her eyes closing. I grabbed her hand, feeling the pulse slow to a stop. I set her hand on her chest then stood and walked to the kitchen door, taking a last look I forced myself not to cry. She could have been sleeping if it weren't for the pool of blood that had soaked her hair and clothes. I turned and left, promising to find the man who killed her and do the same to him.