The Child
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Summary: A daughter of two former rangers reflects on her childhood and how her parents always referred to her as The Child.
Ch. 1 Thirteen Years Later
Meila Anastasia Tate jogged through the crowded streets of New Tech City. She ran the same five-mile course everyday for the past five years when she was fifteen, the child has the beauty of her mother and the mindset of her father her aunty had said that morning to her uncle before she left the house for her morning run.
Today, Meila ran a different course one that took her past the lake, her old house, and lastly where her parents now resided. As she ran by the old house, her stomach churned and she could feel the bile rising in her throat, today was the anniversary of her parents' unsolved murder. She had been seven and her parents and the butler had been shot before her very eyes. They had never saw it coming, she had called out to them telling them that she loved them…
Flashback
"Mummy, Daddy I love you!" the seven-year-old Meila had cried out. Her parents had turned to look at her as she ran down the stairs to them. The butler had opened the door to have his throat slashed, there had been a cloaked figure standing at the door holding a gun he fired three shots. Daddy threw up a shield, but it was not quick enough, a bullet had gone through mummy and one through daddy the third had deflected and hit the chandelier it crashed down on mummy and daddy. Meila had run down to them and thrown herself on top of her parents. The figure had cackled and then disappeared in a flash. That's how her Aunty Z and Uncle Bridge had found her crying covered in her parents blood, wrapped in Daddy's arms.
"Bridge promise me…" her father's dying words. "Take care of the child…"
End Flashback
Meila bit back a sob—her vision swarmed and the sidewalk rush up to meet her…
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