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My mother was cooking in the kitchen while silently humming to herself. I was in the living room playing with my dolls named Alicia and Aqua meanwhile, my father was reading a Charles Dickens classic on our chocolate, leather couch. It was a regular evening for us Castelans. Evening was a peaceful time for us only this time there wouldn't be a shroud of it; just chaos. Mother was the first one of us to notice it. She had dropped the china plate that had steak and rice on it when she sensed it. When my father saw her face, he instantly put his book down on the nearby coffee table. He got up and ran to her side,

"What's wrong? Are you alright?"Father asked in urgency. Mother didn't say anything for a while. When she finally did all she uttered was one phrase with a worried face,

"They're here."I had no clue what my mom meant or of what was going on. However my father did. He quickly started to pick up my dolls and toys that I had been playing with for a moment, while my mom picked me up roughly while scanning the room. She seemed to be searching for something, until finally she found it. In between the wall and window was a right angle corner that had curtains concealing it making it look like a single wall instead of two separate. Looking back at it I would have never thought of it as a hiding place like my mother had. She rushed forward curving around the table and couch that were in her path. Settling me down, she placed a hand on my cheek and spoke to me in urgency,

"Listen to me Utau, I want you to do exactly as I instruct you okay...Don't come out of this corner no matter what you see or might hear, understand?"

"Yes Mama," I respond confused that my mother was telling me to stay in this small place and sounding slightly alarmed. She then nodded tears flowing from her violet-blue eyes down her porcelain white face. After she wiped her tears away her hands went to the back of her neck. She pulled forward the necklace she had worn since her birth, marriage, and parenthood. It was a simple leather chain but the real beauty of it was its glass accent that inside of it was carved a guardian angel with golden shards outlining its splendor figure. She put it in my small hands and curled my fingers so that it formed into a small fist. Then she said quietly and quickly,

"I want you to keep this Utau. Your father and I wanted to pass this on to you on your birthday but I guess our schedule right now won't let us…..it's always protected me. I hope it'll do the same for you when you're older." The water works began to flow again.

"I'll keep it with me at all times Mama, I promise, so don't cry," I whisper back while giving her a hug. She held me closely and tightly, let me go, and pulled down our cream-colored curtains making the corner look like a part of the wall again. I reposition myself so that I could hug my knees to my chest when I finally get comfortable I sit there waiting. I hear rustling from the movement of my parents trying to make the room seem normal. I hear knocking at the door. Looking though the curtains to where my parents were standing. I saw them looking at each other then scurrying to put things in place one last time. I hear one last knock; a bit more forceful than the last. After some seconds the creamy white door was kicked down with a loud thud.

"Mr. and Mrs. Castelan I know you're in there," Exclaimed a man's voice.

"What do you want?" my father's stone cold voice declared as a average-sized man came inside our house and towards our living room. Even though I could not see him clearly through the curtains his very presence instantly made my hair stands on end.

"Demanding as always Mr. Castelan," he then put on a dead-serious face," do you have the Guardian?" everything was quiet for a moment, until my mother spoke quietly,

"What are you talking about? We don't have what you're looking for!"

"You might be right, but we'll go ahead and take a good look." The man took out a radio and said something in code to it. Suddenly three large men came out from the hallway that connected the front door to the living room before anything else.

"Number four, look around the house as well," the man said as he turned around and went forward a bit towards the hallway.

"Yes sir," Replied a voice that was light and youthful. I saw a silhouette move around. When he came close to where my hiding spot was I realized it was a boy, not a gigantic thug, but a boy. He walked up to my hiding place. I held my breath, scared that if I took even the slightest gulp of air I would be found. He finally walked past me. I let out a small sigh.

"Nothing sir," responded the boy who went by the name number four.

"Tch alright, Toneriko get rid of the evidence." I could hear my mother start to protest, but her voice was lost in the gunshots that I heard. As the gunshots were fired blood splattered over the curtains. My eyes widened as I watched the blood slowly run down from their position. I wanted to scream, go to my parent's side, and most of all see if they were all right, but I need to stay put I had promised to.

"Number four, let's get going. You three! Get moving."

"Yes sir," replied the overly-buff men. I waited for a good solid fifteen minutes before I sprinted out of my hiding spot. I was expecting to see my parent's in front of me and run to their side while they clutched onto me saying it was all right now that everything was over. However they were in front of me. My mother was sprawled on the floor covered in crimson blood that came flooding through an opening in her stomach that seeped into the carpet. It mingled with my father's who was next to her in the same position. Their hands were reaching out to each other, but never touching. I sunk to my knees as tears blurred my vision.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I yelled as I crawled towards them taking my mother's hand in my right and my father's in my left. That horrible day I hadn't known why my parents got killed, or what "Guardian" meant. Things are different now. It's been at least nine years since my parent's death and this time I will avenge them!