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"Bang." The gun went off. I released the trigger.

"Was he dead?" I thought. I glanced around the room. Blood was everywhere.

My eyes came back to the body.

He was still.

From what I could see he was dead. A bullet through the heart... only one shot. It was over. Finally! I felt relief and peace. It was over whelming me. This feeling felt so strange like a childhood memory. How long had it been? A year no more than that most likely a year and a half.

I was too stunned to cry to numb to call the police. I feared the future what was to happen to me? I crawled over to the body. His eyes were still open in a look of fright. I gently closed them with my fingertips. Suddenly I realized what I had just done. I had killed my father. The one man I ever trusted lay dead on the ground before me. I was a murderer. The tears came now. They had always been there but had never dared to show themselves until now. They crept up like a tiger hunting it's prey silent and deadly. I laughed. Deadly? No not anymore the only one who made me fear to show my feelings was gone. I was free. Then I remembered what lay in front of me. How could I say that? I was not free I was just moving to a different cage one smaller tighter. My family lay dead before me. My father killed by me and my mother, my once strong and beautiful mother, lay dead from my father's cruelty. He was a drunk he deserved to die. Or did he?

"It's too late now." I whispered softly.
I pulled my self up onto the couch and picked up the phone my hand trembling. I slowly dialed 9-1-1.

~ Years Later ~

I had only been 8 years old at the time when I killed my father. They had no clue what to do with me so they decided that they would punish me for my crime. I went to court I got sentenced a year in a juvenile prison. I learned a lot during my time there. I learned how to fight and how to stick up for myself. I got into a few fights and learned how to deal with it. I became silent and suspicious of everything. I had no friends. I could trust no one. After 7 months they found a place for me to stay and let me out early for good behavior. I moved to New York to stay with Nancy and John my new foster family. That's where I lived now.

I had changed to better fit in with my surroundings. My name wasn't Sarah anymore... I had left that life behind. I became Jen the goody goody without a past. I never told anyone about my parents and as far as they knew Nancy and John were my real parents. I hid myself so well that it scared me. I couldn't recognize myself I had become someone else entirely. I had to let the inner me out before it suffocated. But how? After a while it came to me. Another identity someone no one knew or could trace. Someone who portrayed the inner me and the person I always wanted to be.

I started researching in my spare time. I had to know everything and make everything perfect before I could pull this off. I looked up everything from banking to guns. I memorized everything then shredded the internet printouts after. I began to slowly build up the new me the one no one knew. When Nancy and John went away I created a secret room in the back of my closet. There I stored all my things. I had it piled full of clothes and necessary items. Things I would never dare wear or use. Over a few weeks I had snuck 14 guns into my closet. Nancy and John knew nothing. Even though they weren't my real parents it hurt to lie to them. I had gotten them to allow me to go to kickboxing and karate so I would be prepared to kick someone's ass if I had to.

I had smuggled a whole new (as I called it) "bad ass" wardrobe into my secret room. I was finally finished. When I was done I realized I had no real reason to do this. Then I discovered I had known all along. I wanted to be like an undercover cop and stop abuse in families. After all I had gone through I knew how hard it was. You didn't want to tell anyone because you were afraid the abusive person would get in trouble but then you hated to deal with the pain. I thought about this as I got dressed. I put a small dagger around my ankle and a gun in my belt. It was concealed under my clothes and no one could tell it was there. I pulled open the window and stepped out onto the fire escape. I slowly climbed down barely breathing as if not to make any noise. I finally jumped down onto the sidewalk. I was free!

I started out by going around and stealing things just to see if I could get away with it but soon I moved on to bigger and better things. I started beating up people who tried to mug me. But my big break came when I stopped an armed robbery. I left before the police came because I did not want anyone to know it was me. But I did do one thing to give myself a new identity. I took a black permanent marker and drew an 'X' on the guy's forehead. From then on I was known as 'X' the all powerful all bad ass crime fighter.

Hoped u like it she will meet up with Legolas later on I think in the 3rd or 4th chapter. I will update soon. O yeah and review 2 let me know if I should continue. Thanks