Chapter 6

The night was dark. The sky was misty. The moon was full. Charlie was running with a cloak over her shoulders. The buildings were whizzing past her. A worried expression was drenched on her face. She couldn't have been more than fourteen years old.

Charlie could hear the cheers of men far behind her, ringing in her ears. The blood of her Father and Mother and older brother were on her hands. After what she had done, she didn't know where she was to go.

She fell down, tripped over her own feet. The hood of her cloak fell over her head and a small gash formed across her forehead due to a sharp stone lying there in the middle of the street. She looked up and got on her hands and knees. Tears watered in her eyes. Three silhouetted apparitions stood before her. They slowly drifted forward and became clearer though her sight became blurry. They were the ghosts of her family. Her dead family. The family she would grieve for every night. The guilt that would wash over her in her deepest thought. The love that would keep her going. They would feed her revenge.

She now stood all the way up and reached out towards them with her bloody and scarred hands. They then smiled back at her and faded away into the night. There she stood shocked until she snapped back to reality after the men's voices reached her ears again. They were gaining on her. She must hurry. She ran and ran until she came to a stable. She stood there hiding while the men went past her.

She started coughing and leaned back on the stable wall sliding down as she did. Her eyes were bloodshot, skin pale. Blood trickled from the side of her lips. She slowly closed her eyes while the men were going back the way they had come. She wasn't able to move. She was weak.

One of those men owned that stable and walked into it to check it out. He noticed the girl on the floor and was about to alert the men.

Charlie slid one eye open and noticed the gun in his hand. She was terrified. Without thinking much, she jumped up with all her strength and kicked it out of his hands. The gun went upwards and away from the man. He was too shocked to react fast enough. Charlie caught the gun in the air, cocked it and shot.

The loud crack rang in her ears and the man fell backwards with a perfect circle right between his eyes. That was the day her revenge started.

The streets were clear as she peeked from out of the stable. No one noticed. She readied one black horse and swung her legs over it. She and Stixz galloped out of the town with new meaning in their lives.

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With that Charlie woke up, sweaty with a tear stained face. She hated having that dream. This was among the dreams she had every single night since that horrible day.

She got out from her bed and went to get ready for the day ahead. Of course it was already past mid-day but on she went.

After her clothes were thrown on she walked to the mirror and picked up her brush and started brushing. She gazed dreamily at her self. She placed the brush back down and stroked her forehead. That scar would never go away. The pain will never go away. The memories would never go away. They were apart of her. They shaped her future. However bad it would be. For better or for worse. She placed her hat on her head with her hair falling down her back.

Right when she was standing in front of her door, there was a rapping. She put her hand on the doorknob and slowly twisted it revealing the mystery person.

"Hey," was all she could mutter.