Chapter 1

The late night's quiet landscape was broken with a fearful scream. Traces of white could be seen through the brush of trees and tall grass moving swiftly through the barren landscape. Unbeknownst to the city below that glowed in the night, a girl no older then sixteen was running for her life. From what though would cause such a scene in the late hours on a Friday night?

Blur of white rushed by as the girl ran frantically away from the danger that ever grew ever so closer to her. "You BITCH! You will pay just like your damn hore of a mother did!" Came a loud and rough man's voice that sounded as if the wind was being taken from his heavy breaths.

All the girl could do was run. Run as fast has her thin legs could take her. Only wearing black shorts and a white tank top, the girl ran up the hill hitting her legs on harsh brush, scratching her legs and feet up badly. But she didn't stop or slowed as she came to a old worn stone wall. Looking around she saw a hole that went under the old deteriorating wall. It wasn't big but just enough she could squeeze underneath. For the first time she couldn't be any happier at being so thin.

Quickly making her way under the fence she crawled on her belly and reached the other side. Getting up on her feet she didn't hesitate to continue to run as far as she could. Just beyond the fence she could hear his voice cursing as he had to find another way around the fence. Not only being overweight and an alcoholic like he was, thinking about climbing over let alone go through the hole in the fence was definitely out of the question.

As she ran around the bin she couldn't help but to notice then that she was in the middle a graveyard. Assortment of different tombstones and monuments doted the land around her. A few small building like structures could also be seen along with a bigger building in the distance that was located at the top of the hill. After gaining back her breath she continued to quickly make her way up to the larger building that laid in the distance.

As she made her way she heard in the distance the very man who was hunting her. "Emily! Emily! Where are you? You little fucking bitch!" She speeded up her pace only to see him come just around the bend behind her. That's when their eyes met and she could hear him laugh darkly. "There you are you little cunt!"

She turned and ran as fast as she could up the hill and around the bend. Heading to the building she was hoping she could hide there or hopefully a security guard was out right now patrolling but the latter she doubt with as much yelling as he had done, she knew that if one was around he would have came to her aid right?

Not wanting to think on such thoughts at that moment she headed frantically to the large building and entered it without a second thought. Inside it was dimly lit from the outside lights casting shadows and the glow of the stained glass on the walls. As she looked around for a good hiding spot she found she had entered a mausoleum. She knew she had only moments before he reached the door so she dashed around the corner but only came to a dead end. A rat passed her feet as she jumped back from the furry creature that scurried away from her. Looking down where the rat disappeared to, she saw it was a mini door that blended in well with the wall. It seemed that it was an old secret passage of sorts. Not wasting time she opened the door and quickly got in and closed the door.

As she crouched in the darkness of the room she couldn't help but to have found some irony of her situation. "The living going to the dead to stay alive." She thought humorously to her self. But soon all humor died when she head the old wooden door to the mausoleum busted opened. "You fucking cunt! Once I get my hands on you you're going to wish you were your fucking hoar of a mother! I went easy on her ass unlike what I'm going to fucking do to you!"

Holding her breath she could hear his footsteps on the old dirty floor. His heavy breathing haunted her ears as he looked around. All the sudden she could hear him aggressively opening the doors to the chambers that housed the deceased. "You bitch! I know your fucking ass is in here! Come out now and maybe…just maybe I will go easy on you…" shuddering she recalls what he did to her mom just minutes ago. Pain could be felt in her chest as she recalls her mom being thrown into the hard sidewalk and him going all out on top of her. The way her mom's broken and blooded face looked to her, helplessly, with begging green eyes that once shined like emeralds. "Run! Run Emily!" She could remember the desperate cries as she told her to run. Her death, her brutal death only gave her minutes of a head start before the very man that she once called her dad came after her next.

Listening as he made his way closer to her hiding spot she started to recall her good memories of her and her mother and apologizing to her with silent tears that her death was in vain and her only daughter, her only child, was going to be joining her soon.

But just before he came to the area she was hiding at she could hear him stop suddenly. Holding her breath she didn't know why he stopped so suddenly until he heard his drunken voice. "Who the fuck are you?" He yelled out. Did someone finally came to save her? Or did he finally lost what brain cells he had and is experiencing a drunken psychoses of sorts? "What the fuck?!" Was all she heard moments later before sounds of him struggling filled the air along with a yell of pain. A wet ripping sound filled the air as he screamed then it went silent. The sound of a body being dragged off could be heard just outside of her hiding place.

She had no idea what just happened and didn't know if she should be thankful or more frightened. As moments turned to minutes, there was no additional sounds outside that she could hear. Eventually her curiosity had gotten the best of her. Opening the door slowly she peered out into the darkened hall. She saw nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Cautiously she stepped out of her hiding area and looked around the corner. There on the floor in front of her was a trail of blood. Not just a trail but as if someone had a can of red paint and just splattered it everywhere. There was even some that was still trailing down over the doors and dripping onto the floor. She was in complete shock as she couldn't help but to stand there in a mix of awe and fear. Feeling unnerved by the sight she quickly left the building and headed to the front gates of the cemetery.

When she arrived at the gates she approached them to only see three police cars and other emergency personnel on site talking and tapping off the entrance with yellow tape. A woman turned in her direction as she finished scribbling something on a note pad. Her face went from neutral to shock to petty.

It was this woman that took the girl in and the one that heard her story for the first time, just moments after the event. After her questioning the girl was placed into custody and not to long later placed in a home where she lived to this day.

And this was how my life ended and a new one began. Even after over a year passed since then, I still can't help but to have my mind wonder to that night. What happened and who killed my dad was still a mystery to me and basically everyone that knew of the incident.

After I told the police that he killed my mom and went after me only to be slaughtered like you see in the horror movies that get pumped out from good old Hollywood here, they coughed it up to some radical or someone that had a sick love to murder well murders. A vigilante of sorts. I was told I should just count myself lucky that they were their last night as the only guard that normally would be patrolling was out sick. They stayed on the case until late last year when they closed it do to not finding his body and no other leads that could help them with his own murder. So basically a cold case.

I was still a bit bitter from the whole incident but knowing him being torn up was a good start. But I still would like to know who or what did it because if anything, I wanted to thank them as sick as that sound. But after what that man did to me and especially my mother, I just saw it justice being served.

Getting up from laying on top of a tomb that I had been laying on in deep contemplation, I hopped down and stretched out my back and arms. After a good stretch I started to head back home or at least where I stayed. As I came around the bend of the cemetery I looked down over the city of Hollywood. The lights lit up the sky and created a glow from the fog that had settled in.

I love coming here on nights like this. Not only it was peaceful but it helped me over come some the pain and trauma of the incident. A lot of people would call me weird or even a devil worshipper from simply finding peace amongst the dead. But I pay no attention to them and just stayed to myself. It was here I felt I was understood. It was here that yes my life was turned upside down and the one person that loved me was murdered by the very person she believed would be the last person on Earth to even think about doing such a thing. But despite that, I couldn't help but to feel not just comfort but safety as ironic as that sounded.

After a moment of looking out over the city from my little hill I was on I headed back down into the city and back home.