Mark of the Assassin
Disclaimer: Do not own the rights to Dead or Alive or its game characters however I have purchased the game……so please do not sue!
Note: Well for some weird reason I had the sudden urge to make a crazy fanfic on what could of gone on in Christies past….I usually like to write about ayane but I suddenly found Christies character fascinating and just like people write fanfics on ayane to describe why she may be the way she is, I had an urge to want to work out what could make Christie that way? People this is jus my view!
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She tip toed across the cold kitchen floor her mother looked up as little child foot steps could be heard she could tell it was Christie right away.
She ignored her daughters curious stare it was just the way Christie tended to act always observant her mother had always called her the cat mostly because of the famous phrase 'curiosity killed the cat' that appealed to Christie's individual character.
Also because Christie had very distinct individual characteristics she was as cunning and brave as a cat and had this delectate way about her that made the comparison between her and a feline seem even more real.
"Christie go away stop being a nuisance" her mother scolded looking down at the table that was broken and old.
"Where's daddy gone?" she asked in an unusual voice for a child it was still sweet and innocent but then there was something very dark and cold about it as well.
"I don't know Christie now go to bed!" her mother tried to keep herself from yelling as tears began to stream down her sore red cheeks but Christie being as stubborn as she was refused to move guessing that something was wrong.
"Where is daddy!" she continued to pursue the question which made her mother even more emotional than she currently was.
"DAN GET IN HERE NOW!" her mother screamed Christie still stood her ground scanning her mothers face for answers she could see her mom was in no mood as she felt a firm hand grace the edge of her shoulder.
"Come on squirt stop pestering mommy and go to bed" she turned around and saw the words had come from her brother who was the oldest of the rest of her brothers and sisters, she decided to let the urge to continue questioning her mother go as she let her brother lead her out of the room.
She still continued to listen from outside the kitchen door as her brother slammed it shut turning to face their distraught mother.
"Happened again huh? Where's dad gone anyway" he looked worriedly at his mother who just waved away the comment wiping away more tears that continued to roll down her cheeks.
"I don't know Danny probably finding him self a prostitute to talk to because I certainly can not talk to him!" she stood up trying to fiddle around with the kettle that was old and needed fixing she ended up dropping the glass cup she had picked up as the shattered pieces flew everywhere, Christies ear was glued to the door from the smashing sound.
"Here mom let me you sit down" he helped his mother back to the seat which she just slumped down on continuing to moan between chocked coughs and more tears.
He began to get out a cup and fill it with cold tea since the kettle was not working and they hardly had enough money to fix it the term times are hard related to them.
"You shouldn't let him do this to you mum……to us……" he sighed.
"Forget the tea I am not thirsty I am just sick of your dick head of a farther! Why does he do this to us" she brought out a dirty crumpled up hankie chief which she used to wipe the tears that continued to stain her face away.
"What can I say he enjoys hurting people……mainly us anyway don't worry about it mum he will probably stroll in drunk later for now you need some serious sleep" it hurt him to look at his mothers restless face that was drained and weary.
"Your right I am going to bed you stay up and look out for him make sure he doesn't wake the neighbours" she waited for his nod of reply before heading to bed opening the door to find Christie stood there ease dropping.
"Ahhh Christie what have I told you about listening in to things that do not concern you! Just move out of my way" her mother coldly pushed past her heading upstairs where she was now just left with the glaring eyes of her brother.
"How much did you hear Christie?" her brother asked angrily crossing his arms.
"Everything……" she said coldly before heading to her own room leaving her brother who had begun to clean up the mess of broken objects left over in the kitchen.
Everything I need to know……… she reminisced silently as she closed her bedroom door not that she would end up getting much sleep before her farther would come back drunk banging into things but still she wanted to forget all the events of the day, just shut everything out.
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Note: well that was the first chapter please do not send me any Flames I have the tendency to sometimes hate fire…..but please feel free to REVIEW my story it would be much appreciated but I suggest you read the other chapter first thanks again!