Note To Readers: This is my boyfriends story although he is using my account...

I just edit this bad boy ;)

All My Love,

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''Mummy'' I exclaimed. I hobbled over to her and gave her a hug.

''Hows my big girl''

''Mummy'' One of the words I knew as I was still learning, but I used it a lot. ''Play''

My mother got up and walked over to the box of toys I had and grabbed out fluffy, A little bunny toy I had since I was born. I would hug it and hold it. Like

I was attached to it I could never sleep without my fluffy.

knock

''One sec hunny'' I watched her walk to that window and look out. She looked back and me and smiled. That smile was so bright. So big.

''Hunny lets play hide and seek your time can be while I'm at the door'

''Yay'' I shouted full of joy I crawled over to the closet we kept in the living room, like all kids I kept it open that little bit so I could see out. I heard a loud crack and as I looked out I saw my mother was on the floor with two men standing over her.

I couldn't see them properly, but I would never forget the next five minutes.

I was sat in the corner. Knees pulled up to my chest, and all I can hear is her screams. They're so loud; I'm crying but I can't feel it. They had left the light on. I could see everything. I could hear everything.

And I knew it was something that I would never forget.

Soon there was nothing. Except the silence and the darkness. I sat there and part of me never left.

I woke up with sweat pouring down my face.

I looked around, it was morning. Thinking today will be the same as yesterday, I forced myself out of bed, you know the teenage way, legs first hoping the body will follow. Half asleep well a bit more than half.

It was almost pitch black in my room just that little bit of light the curtains allow through but I could see just fine. I was used to this little light as I normally walk around at night. It was a usefull perk that came with the job.

After I got dressed I walked down the stairs and into my kitchen. I looked toward the direction of the light switch but choose to ignore it, feeling more comfortable in the familiar darkened room. I flipped on the tap and filled the kettle, deciding to make myself a hot drink, I picked out a cup and some instant coffee granules while the kettle boiled. As I was waiting I stared across the room to where I had left the package the day before, wrapped up in plain old brown bag temptingly close enough to reach over and open.

It was nothing you would look twice at if you passed someone carrying it, unless you were planning on mugging someone that is. But I suppose that what it is meant to look like.
All I knew was that it some new sort of weapon in the war, part of a secret war.

The squeal of the kettle brought me back to the present and out of my dark thoughts as I turned just in time to hear the final Click of the kettle, signalling it was finished.

Coffee was like heaven. I thought with a wry smile, like gods gift to us to give that little ump-ff to the mornings.

After my life in a cup I got ready to go for a run. I pulled on my yoga pants and loose short sleeved shirt, as per my normal routine before leaving, I tied up my running shoes before turning on the kitchen light showing it's inhabitants. I walked to my door and turned the handle, stepping out smiling. It was cold and wet, and very familiar, as it was the normal everyday weather, where I lived.

I reached back inside my house and grabbed my coat off of the hanger and walked back out the door, locking it behind me after scanning the area around my house before deeming it safe.

I could usually run for miles without a problem but today was a quite bit colder so I thought I'd cut it down a bit and just go down past my fathers, and perhaps pay a quick visit.

While running I watched as the heat of my breath caused to create a small fog at each burst of air escaped my lungs and I couldn't help but become reminded of last night's events.

Where I was aware but not ready.

My enemies are quick so I needed to be ready, alert at anytime.

Thwack

''ARGHH''

A passing motorist pulled over to check on me.

''Hey Miss are you okay" he asked, concern written across his features

''Yes I'mm fine'' I stammered, recoiling from the shock

''You sure hit that lamppost pretty hard'' he commented and I couldn't help but scowl, at the ground, berating myself for being as stupid at getting distracted.

I picked myself up off the floor and turned to look at the concerned motorist.

''Yes I'm fine'' I repeated as I gazed up, I felt like I recognized his face but couldn't quite put a name to him. But then again this place is so small everybody practically knew everybody else in this town, so she must have seen him at least once somewhere.

''Okay," he shrugged "need a lift?'' He asked and looked at me pity, the type you would expect to be given to a child that had just grazed their knee.

''No thank you I'm quite alright'' I declined in annoyance as I walked off in the opposite direction.

As I jogged down the road I reached me father's drive and paused slowing down my breath before surveying the house, walking up and into my dad's place. Lit up as usual.

''Dad'' I shouted
I heard a muffled sound from below and guessed he was downstairs in the 'HQ', as he said, I thought it was a bit sad, it was not like they were the only ones in this fight. So dubbing this place the headquarters didn't seem right.

My Father, although old, kept up to date with security and weapons in case of battle. Unlike other technology, I smiled, entering the code to the big solid door he had to lead to the room, remembering the day I attempted to teach him how to send simple text message on a phone.

And, even now, he still struggled.

The door slid open as she peeked in hesitantly.

''Dad?'' I called out once again

''I'm busy I said'' he grumbled, already annoyed at having to repeat himself.

''I don't care'' I said also annoyed with my lack of concentration, I walked down the stairs making sure to be quiet as dad would not be happy if I distracted him from whatever he was doing. As he came into view he was not in his lab but instead watching TV on the big screen.

''DAD!'' I scolded even more annoyed
Startled his quickly replied ''what''

I swallowed down a smile, amused, as he acted like he had been caught, like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar.

''How are you busy'' I queried

''I am eating and watching A Touch of Frost'' he looked up with big doe like eyes, offering an innocent smile

''That is not busy''

''It is'' He said, I just glared at him

"You're such a big kid" I muttered flopping down ontoa soft armchair on the other side to where my Father sat,

''What's new'' I forced out to an acceptable level of calm

''Oh some guy has managed to kill 3 people...'' He was about to rattle on before he was interrupted

''NOT ON YOUR STUPID PROGRAMME'' I bellowed glaring at my Father, at acting so foolishly childish

''Calm down Bells'' He soothed me, ripping his gaze from the TV to meet my glare

''Then turn off your crappy programme'' I snapped

''Fine but you only have 5 minutes of my attention'' He said sticking his tongue out at me

"Very mature" I rolled my eyes for added effect

I looked around the old place, nothing looked really anything appealing to it except, to me it had a homely feeling that I had since being here as a child. Its old worn out walls showed the damage caused by some experiments and weapons my dad kept handy just in case.

While I was off staring Dad raised an eyebrow

''Well?"

''What I am just looking at this place, you should really get it redecorated you know'' I teased

''You delayed my program to tell me this?'' he grumbled

''Yep you moan I don't come round or talk but when I do your watching Bloody Del Boy''

''Excuse me miss but back in my day…'' I smirked

''...When dinosaurs roamed the Earth'' I noticed him crack a smile

"Kids..." he muttered, "No respect for their elders"

''Stick it back on then, I'm bored already'' I teased once again, earning another smirk from my Father as he did as he was told

''So what did you get in your package then?'' He asked

''I wouldn't know'' I replied, not turning to look at him

''And why not, everyone got one and you know you are supposed to open them ASAP'' he informed me, but not in the least scolding

''Why what did you get'' I ignored his comment with a question

''Hmm''

''What did you get'' I repeated

He smirked '' Wouldn't you like to know missie''

He must have noticed me about to burst and just pointed

I said '' I is it right we all get something different''

''Well kinda its based on your fighting style ect..''

''Is there a rating for kick ass'' I joked

''I Think you mean young ass'' He laughed

I just wandered over to the box opened. As I was pondering on what it was I glanced in and saw It.

''What the hell is that'' I queried, wonder apparent in my voice

''A pump action shotgun with a high caliber round, Capable of silver or wooden rounds that's for my kick ass rating'' He smiled winked at me

''Humpf I think you mean old ass rating cant f'ing run Argg'' I did some old man with a walking stick action ''Get off my lawn''

''Shut up'' He yelled

''Grouchy old man'' I said sticking my tongue out at him

''Alright 5 mins are up I am watching mr David Jason'' He shued me me away

''Fine'' I made a sad face before sticking my tongue back out at him once again and left

''Bye''

''Bye''

As I carried on my run. I though about what my type of fight is, I mean I remember training and stuff but that was long and hard I barely took notice of me just getting through it was hard enough.

A Note To The Author:

Love you Rob but I just couldn't resist to edit your second chapter, there was a few spelling, grammar and punctuation mistakes so I edited, Will be trying to edit and make it look as tidy as possible...

Love you loads

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