Disclaimer: Do not own Black Lagoon

Warnings for child abuse and past sexual assault and torture and graphic violence

The peony, the wolf, the tiger and the spider

Rebecca Mary Lee was fifteen years old when she felt the pain striking her back.

Four indents against her back, stinging her.

She yelped, and then looked to the couch, relieved when she saw that her father was still passed out drunk on the sofa.

Fucker had been drinking himself into a stupor like he always had.

Revy went to the bathroom, closing the door and turning her back to the cracked mirror, pulling the shirt up for her to inspect her back.

Her eyes widened. No.

There they were.

Four marks.

Every person obtained soulmate marks at a certain age on their back. It was rare when it was any mark more than one.

Rebecca had been afraid of this day for years.

She had hoped for it, but had feared it. She didn't want to get her hopes up, ever. She didn't want to think that maybe someone could love her, could want her, only to throw her away, when they didn't need her anymore.

But there were the marks.

Four of them.

One was a pink flower of some type-not a rose, but similar to one, one was a black wolf, one was a blue and black striped tiger, and one was a gold spider. Two of the names under the marks were in languages that weren't English. The name under the gold spider, was the name "Edith Blackwater." Under the black wolf, there was the name, "Rosarita Cisneros." Under the pink flower that wasn't a rose, was a name that Rebecca couldn't recognize, because it wasn't in English. It was like those shapes that were the letters in some Asian alphabet. She knew that there were different types of Asian alphabets. Japanese, Korean and Chinese. Probably others too. But she had no idea what these letters spelled on her back. The last of the names, under the blue and black striped tiger, was a name that was just as difficult to figure out as the one in pink was. The name was in blue, and in a type of lettering that for the life of her, Rebecca couldn't recognize.

She grumbled, "I'm not even gonna even try to fucking pronounce those two names."

She snorted, lowering her shirt back down.

That just fucking figured. Two soulmate names that she couldn't even fucking read, let alone pronounce.

She exited the bathroom, cursing quietly.

Unfortunately, she discovered that her father was awake by that point, and was met with a bottle to the face, hard.

Glass shattered against her skull and glass pierced her skin.

She was real lucky that none of those shards hit her eyes.

She reached the outside and kneeled on the sidewalk, grunting. She would be lying if she said that she wasn't hoping that her mates would one day find her and rescue her from this horrid life.

And that was when a police officer found her, which led to one of the worst memories of her life.

And it led to her eventually taking her father's gun and shooting her father in his sleep. Then going to the police station and killing three officers of the law; the scumbag that raped her, and the two officers that were the lookouts and chose to help cover it up.

And it felt good.

She was put away in prison, but escaped.

She knew that if anyone was going to save her, she had to be the one to do it, not any of her mates.

Besides, what was the likelihood by this point that any of them would ever fucking want her?

She had killed her own father. She had killed multiple people. She was street trash. Who would want her?

So, she ran.

She ran far from the United States, across the sea, stowing away aboard a ship, all the way to the other side of the world.

She reached Asia and hopped on a boat, destined for Thailand.

And from the moment she got to the shores of Thailand in a big city, she ran further-she wanted to get as far from a city that had regular police, as possible.

And she ran right into the city in Thailand, where two of her soulmates already were. And where two of them would arrive soon enough-one with an army of her own coming from Russia and one an assassin, coming to the city, seeking the son of her savior.