Here's chappie 3!
I don't own anyone, except Keira.
Keira was sitting in a pub, having a meal. Her crew had dispersed to do god alone knows what, probably drink themselves sick. She poked at her rice. She didn't even think it was cooked. She sighed and turned around.
Ever since her mother had died, she had gone on this psychotic goose chase to find her father, her only left living relative in this world. Everyone she had gone to was dead. First her aunt, who hated her and mistreated her at the tender age of 5. she'd been murdered. Then her grandmother, who died. She'd been murdered too. That's when she went to her cousin. Her grown up cousin. Who told her to be careful in the world. She thought she was finally settling down, when she was murdered too.
Something was very fishy about it, but her main concern was on finding her father, and telling him about her existence. She had a feeling that he might be able to help her.
Just above, a man stood on the roof in the rain. His leather cloak flapping in the wind. He grinned, neither with warmth or humor. He took out his gun, and shot down through a tiny hole in the roof. He heard a metallic pinging sound and smiled.
Well? How was it. Ahahha, I know, added a twist to the tale. REVIEW!1