Chapter Three:- A New Start.

Warning: foullanguageandasavagefive-year-old child

As I jumped out of the window my blond hair that was covering my left eye. I heard shooting and shouting it was the man shouting and ordering his man to capture me I chuckled, 'it would be pointless to capture me,' I spoke in my head.

I was now sprinting not caring about the obstacles at my way the man we're running after me now and everyone was confused on a five-year-old was running with pistol or silencer, followed by the men with Assault Rifles, people were confused, not even a single one of the people asked somewhat looking at a five-year-old running with a pistol or silencer but what would they do? Call the policemen?

The people were of no use to me, they were just fucking by standards there. They were staring at me and they got scared when I was running in their direction, "move out of the way people!" I shouted as the gunmen tried to catch me and I knew that they were no use to me they couldn't even lay a single scratch on me, ha!

Stupid people can't even lay a single scratch on a five-year-old the men start to shoot their guns at me and yes I still dodged it. "Hey, Motherfuckers! Shoot in the right direction!" I yelled at them loud enough for them to hear me.

But they stupidly kept on shooting in the wrong direction, 'stupid fucks.' I thought and checked if mommy's gun had any bullet, to my astonishment, there were 32 bullets left. 'Mommy, why didn't you used the bullets?' I thought to myself.

I smirked and stop running and turn to confront the gunmen because it was a dead end, I faced Mommy's gun sideways the gunmen stopped - this makes me laugh there faces we're terrified and - "s-stop you don't know what your holding!"

I smirked and spoke, "really? I know what I'm holding it's a fuckin' gun." The gunmen we're shocked and still, I giggled like a girl. "Plus, this isn't the first time I shot someone," after I said this I, without them knowing, start shoot at them but I didn't miss a shot nor did I even flinch at shooting them

I aim at there head, killing them. And they start to run away like idiots or like chickens. After having a session with those idiots.

The people there were surprised and asked.

"What happened?"

"Oh nothing, just killed someone because they killed my parents," I said like it was nothing, with a smile. After they called the policemen, the policemen had an investigation on me - unsurprisingly the police didn't press charges on me, I was free to call my relatives.

"Boss boss!" The man spoke to his boss. And the man spoke coldly and agitated. "Yes?"

"T-There's a call for you..." his men handed the cell phone while spoke; "Hey, old geezer?" After that man went to his scarlet Lamborghini. The man who was in the car had a blond hair - same as the blond five-year-old child although had a braided beard - his name is Zeff.

As Zeff made to the police station he saw his nephew covered with blood. He ran up to him hug - followed by the same to the little cute boy. "What happened to you?!" Himself, Zeff does not really know what actually happened asked in anger.

Zeff carried the boy bridal style and walking off to his car. The boy was going through a lot right now, seeing his parents getting killed - no. He heard the sounds of his parents getting killed in cold blood, asleep quietly and tucked inside his bed, Sanji felt delicate to him, most after just knowing that his old grandson won't ever be normal again.

And although even they both knew that the worse was about to come for them both:

Theywereonanewstart...