Yes, once again I start with a new fic. Sometimes ideas just pop up in my head and I writhe them down. I'm not quite sure were this one goes, but I'll see.

Chapter 1) Why do the good people die?

A little girl was sitting one a floor playing with a doll. The room she was in was sunshine yellow, decorated by large paintings. The floor was from whit marble, no doubt very expensive. The little girl smiled and looked up. Throw a large window was a beautiful garden viable, with beautiful flowers and a couple of peacocks walking loose.

The little girl was about to get up and play in the garden, but stopped when the door shot open.

"Rosaline, get out!" A angry man walked in.

The little girl looked with bright brown eye's confused at the man. "Papá what's wrong?"

The man pushed her up a little bit violently. "I said get out, Rosaline Irene Maria! Now!"

Sulky the little girl, stroke threw her thick curly black hair, got her doll and walked out the room. It seemed her dad brought some colleges with him. Half of the hallway was filled with man. All looked stressed ore very mad. The little girl frowned, not understanding why half of her 'family' was in her hall.

She didn't got the changes to ask. She got pushed aside and the man walked in. She opened her mouth to say something, but the door got smacked in her face.

"Maldita!" The little girl whispered softly. Sulky she throw her doll on the floor and kicked it away. Her eye's looked throw the crème coloured hall, full with cupboard and book-cases. She saw al glass, half full with red wine. She smiled, picked up the glass and emptied the content in a vase. Very proud of her own good thinking-work she walked back to the door and placed the glass against the wood.

"He killed my brother!"

"We understand Alejandro, but this is no time for raise actions."

The little girls eye's started to swell with tears. 'Uncle Armando was dead?'

"I want those bastards hang for this! I swear I will hunt them down, both of them!"

"But…"

"No but, send all the man after them, I want them alive!"

"Alejandro…"

"Alive and before the end of this week, that's a order!"

Chairs scratched over the floor and footsteps hurried to the door. She was to late to run away. The door opened and her father walked out, looking furious.

"What are you doing here!" He demanded towards the girl. "Didn't I tell you to get out!" He rose his hand. "Get out now!"

The girl, half in tears starred frightened at the rising hand. "Si papá…" Hurried she turned around, grabbed her doll and run up the long stairs to her room. In it she smacked the door shut and pushed her small dressing-table against it.

She clutched her little hands into fist, tears run down her face. She saw her doll lying silently on the floor. "Where are you looking at!" Without waiting for a answer she grabbed the piece of toy and throw it out of the window. 'That will papá show him not to hate me!' She thought watching the doll fall into the pond of the backyard.

Slowly she closed the window and jumped on her canopied bed. Still not satisfied with her path of destruction she kicked al her stuffed animals of her bed. After that she grabbed her pillow smacked it a couple of times again the poles of her bed and threw it unto her wardrobe. Al kind of thing fell broken on the ground.

She smiled relieved, looking down to the mess she successfully made. She let herself back on the bed. 'He killed my brother!' Her eye's widened and she sobbed. Someone had killed her uncle Armando.

'Why would anyone do that?' He was one of the nicest people she knew. And she knew many people, almost everyday was someone in there house, mostly to talk with papa, but guest where people. And that people liked her, a lot. They always told her how sweet and beautiful she was. And how much she looked at her father. And don't forget the gifts they almost every time gave her.

Sadly she stared at her sealing. Little angels where painted at it. She smiled and whipped her tears of her face. 'Maybe uncle Armando was in heaven now. Mommy always tells me good people go to heaven.' She switch around facing her window. She looked at the rose red sky. 'And whoever had killed uncle will burn in hell.'

Her hands wrapped around her teddy bear and she closed her eye's. Falling fast asleep.

That's it for now. I'm a little nervous about this fic, I don't know why, but I AM! So please revieuw, I'll send you a dozen cookies! With chocolate!

Luvzzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.