This is my first attempt at a Detective Conan story, so it would be great if I can get some feedbacks, no negative comments please. Also, I apologize for my grammar, I am aware that it is not that great. Just a head up, I don't like to write long chapters, so each chapter will be relatively short or of minimum length. This is how I like to write, but if you do not like it, I am not under an obligation to extend the chapter, although I do try to write as long as I can for each chapter. Thank you and enjoy ヽ(✧_✧)ﾉ

Prologue

Start Anew

Who I am, I don't know anymore. The only thing I remember is the sight of my parents dying in front of me, their blood splattering across the ground. I remember looking up, staring into the face of their killer. A man with eyes gleaming as red as blood. On his face is a scar, following from the top of his left eye all the way down to his chin. He was smirking, a very cold smirk. The next thing I remember was running away, as fast as my 5 years old body could carry me. After that, everything become vague. Very vague. However, I remember finding myself at an abandoned warehouse, crying to myself in a corner.

"Mom... Dad... I... I... Where are you...? Please don't leave me alone..." I would continue to cry to myself.

The next thing I know is that the two men from before opening the warehouse gate, walking in. Light was shining in, indicating that night has pass. Oh, so I've been here crying to myself the whole night already huh... The two men walked up to me. One with long silver hair with a cigarette in his mouth. The other man is bulkier, wearing a dark sunglasses over his eyes. Both of these men were wearing black, completely from head to toe.

"W...Who are you?" I asked them.

The silver hair man approached and kneel down in front of me until the point that he is around my eye level. He was smirking.

"What are you doing here, little girl?" he asked. "What's your name?"

My name... Oh... that's right. What is my name again? I try to think, yet it would seem that I no longer remember my name. Could the trauma of seeing my parents died in front of me cause me to lose my memory? But then again, why would I still be remembering the event of that night.

"I... I don't know..." I reply. "All I remember... is my parents being kill... by a man."

"Who is this man?" the silver hair man asked.

"I don't know... I only remember him wearing black... has a scar down the left side of his face... and... and... red eyes."

The silver hair man stood up and my gaze followed him.

"So you don't have anywhere to go now huh," he said and I nodded. "Well then, join us. Our organization."

"O... Organization?"

"That's right," he replied. "Don't you want revenge on this man who killed your parents? To see his blood splattering across the floor, just as he has done to your parents?"

As he said this, a strange feeling appeared inside my chest. What is this feeling? Is this what they call... the desire for vengeance? I closed my eyes, shutting them tight before standing up. Once I opened my eyes, my tears disappear, and in its place, is a look of result.

"I will join your organization," I said firmly. "And this man who killed my parents, I will find him, and once I do, he will know the true meaning of suffering!"

There you have it, the first prologue, there will be another one posted later. The prologue will only be explaining Martini and her path in the organization when she was younger. When the chapter truly starts, that's when the real show will begin. Don't forget to Review! I would love to read all your feedback. Thank you! Peace out, RavKid.