April 13th 2010…

13 year old Carly cringed at the ringing that made her ears feel like someone was stabbing knives through them and judging from the blood trickling down the right side of her face, it was either the broken glass, Carly's head having hit the dashboard or both that caused the injury.

"Dad…" Carly said after feeling Michael's hand on her shoulder, Carly handing him her switchblade and Michael cutting Carly's seat belt, freeing her from it because it was starting to bruise her right side.

"Hang on, kiddo." Michael responded, kicking the passenger door open and helping Carly out before getting out himself.

The two looked around and saw destroyed cars, some slightly damaged and others completely wrecked as drivers honked their horns and shouted obscenities at each other.

"Talk about madness, huh?" Carly replied, trying to block out the pain but Michael knew that she was hurting badly. Knowing the Obey Tailgater was undriveable, Michael guided Carly to a slightly damaged Albany Emperor, snatched the driver out and put Carly in the passenger seat, getting in the driver's side and drove off, leaving a pissed off Stretch behind.

"Hey, you fucking asshole! Get back here and give me back my car!" Stretch yelled despite Michael and Carly being gone.

The E.R was crowded but Clint was able to find a room for Carly and find out the extent of Carly's injuries, which included 7 fractured ribs on her right side, having to put 10 stitches in the wound in her eyebrow, multiple bruises on her right side from the seat belt and bruises on the frontal lobe of her brain.

Of course, barely seven days after the accident, Carly was back at the hospital… and caught in the crossfire of a gunfight. Carly elbowed the guy who was using her as a human shield and both struggled for control of the Combat Pistol.

Carly jumped back as the gunshot echoed and blood sprayed across her face and clothes, the gangbanger falling to the floor, dead… she was standing there in shock, she had killed him.

But if she didn't kill him, he was going to kill her…

Present time…

"You're his kid… one of them, I know one of your sisters." Carly said.

"I know… Camari. Juana's daughter… I'm that of another friend of your family… Claire Kenton, ring a bell?" Sam replied.

"Can't really remember what she looked like… car crash wiped out most of my childhood." Carly answered, the two sitting on the edge of the mountain trail.

"She was similar to me… eyes blue instead, couple inches higher than yourself. Height was mostly in her legs rather than her body itself… no wonder she was able to have twins…" Sam explained.

"Twins? You have a twin…" Carly responded.

"I haven't seen her in quite a few years… when we were 6, Rey disappeared shortly after our cousin Russell was killed… people suspect that she snuck aboard a train, maybe somewhere into Canada. Wherever she went… supposing she's even still alive… no one's seen her since." Sam answered.

Carly absentmindedly bit on her lower lip, Sam seeing the bruises on her.

"That… is way fucked up…" Sam said quietly.

"Had to get out of there… I hope my dad takes my younger siblings out of that house too." Carly whispered before going to clear her mind.

She ended up walking alongside the train track but kept a distance from it… only to stop when she heard a wolf whistle, turn and see a silver haired man of about 25 years old.

"Something you want?" Carly asked sarcastically as he approached her. "Ivory Smith?" She finished with a smirk, Ivory stepping back.

"How in hell's name-" Ivory started to ask.

"October 2001, you set off a collision course that put one of my friends in a coma and a psycho bitch in a watery grave. March 2002..." Carly explained, revealing the hearing aid in her left ear. "This happened to me and my childhood friend has a limp in her leg and pins and rods in her spine from the incident… I might forgive him at some point but you should be rotting in hell." She said.

"Your friend… oh, you mean that girl with the white hair, like the woman from Game Of Thrones? I almost forgot, actually…" Ivory responded.

Carly grabbed the neck of her tank top, revealing a scar on her right collarbone.

"Just three weeks old… sniper ran and shot a 13 year old girl afterwards. And I thought I was twisted, where the hell are your morals or do they even exist?" Carly responded, Ivory letting out a low humorless chuckle.

"I have certain… tasks. I know what I'm doing, and I know damn well that it's 'wrong'... but regardless…" Ivory answered, trailing off as Carly knew what the rest of the answer would go along the lines of.

"Uh uh. Or hell no would be more fitting. Go find a hooker." Carly said, turning to leave but Ivory tugged her back to him by the waistband of her skinny jeans.

"Oh no, Carly… I haven't taken myself some innocence in a long time…" Ivory growled, pushing her up against a nearby rock.

"I bet the last girl you did gave you a hard whack afterwards too-" Carly started to respond… before she screamed out as a shard of a shotgun shell scraped into her right upper arm. But a lot more than one piece hit Ivory.

Carly backed up further as Ivory fell, at least 5 pieces of a shotgun round lodged in his left side. Carly looked up towards the source… she didn't recognise the outline as someone she knew, but she did recognise the gun as a semi-automatic Spas-12 shotgun held in the brunette's left hand by the handle.

"Go on, go!"

Carly took off after that, the brunette walking to Ivory.

"That was just fucked up of you. 16 is jailbait age." The brunette said casually.

"I thought I was… done with you… interfering with my works… my plans-" Ivory managed to groan, the brunette crouching down and gripping him at each side of his head, rage showing in her eyes like it was never suppressed.

"Then you… should have let me sleep!" The brunette growled, half hissing through gritted teeth, before her left hand reared back and slammed a hit between his eyes, before she stood up again and picked up her dropped gun and a loud bang echoed through the desert.

Carly reached the campground, seeing Johnny, who saw the blood.

"It's just a scratch from a shell… someone shot Ivory." Carly explained after Johnny tied a towel around her arm and guided her into the caravan.

"Any idea who?" Johnny asked.

"Tall, long brown hair… couldn't see her eyes but she also had a denim jacket on." Carly explained as Johnny fixed her up.

"Brown hair, denim… oh…" Johnny said, thinking out loud.

"You know her?" Carly asked.

"I think so… Billy Grey had a sister, a younger one named Ayumi. One of the things that threw us over the line with him was… he basically sold her. To a scientist… what happened to her, we don't know, and tall with brown hair does describe a lot of people but it fits her quite well… she was always wearing a denim jacket, pale blue with it faded to white around the elbows and wrists." Johnny explained.

"I'm glad I never got to meet Billy or I would've killed him." Carly muttered.

And Johnny couldn't blame her one bit.