Leading up to chapter one-
(Half pov)
I...
Laughed. I don't know why, but I laughed. Maybe it was because she was the one laughing every time she hit me?I suppose so, but I can't be sure.
The woman I had to grow up under was at my feet, bleeding to death. I had a bloody knife in my hand, and I was laughing. I had slit her throat, making it look like self defense so that the police wouldn't know.
I forced myself to quiet down as I heard cars starting to pull up and sirens starting to die out. I shook and let my smile turn into a scared look - the same expression I had worn for so many years - and watched my dead mother.
A policeman opened the door and ran over to me while his partner ran to my mother. The former quickly and gently escorted me out of the house with his jacket wrapped around my shoulders, as if to comfort me. I whimpered and leaned into him, acting like the helpless twit my mother knew.
"Its alright, we'll get you to a safe place.." the man reassured me, and I weakly nodded. He helped me into his car and I pretended to fall asleep.
When they think I woke up, we were at a police station, and the man who's jacket I still had was out of the car. His partner turned around when I made a sound and he smiled at me apologetically. "So'y, dea'. We came to la', ya see, couldn' help ya ou'. So'y." he said gently, his accent confusing me onto what he was saying. I simply nodded slightly and closed my eyes again, wishing I had actually fallen asleep.
The accent man got up out of the car and opened my door, helping me out. I made a sound in protest, but realized hat was going on and go out with him. He led me inside and I hugged the othe man's jacket tighter to me. I glanced around ad shook faintly. There was no way I was at a police station. Shit.
They asked me questions like, "What happened?" "What is your relation to her?" "Was your childhood abusive?" "Where is your father?" "Do you have a place to stay?"
I answered them all truthfully, and the last one came as a shock to them. "Wammy's House...?" whispered the man who had yet to take his jacket back. I was starting to grow fond of it...
"Yes sir..." I whispered, my gaze on the ground. He frowned slightly and nodded, standing up and leading me back to the car.
"Brilliant...a Wammy's Kid committing murder by way of self defense with a knife..." I heard the man whisper.
This was written by Kiku. The story above in continued on four chapters, and at least 2-3 ALT endings(at least 18 pages of this fan fiction on Word), if you are interested in seeing how this ends please say so in your reveiw. Thanks!