Prologue

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December 12, 2014.


It was a cold night, and it was starting to snow, like little stars in the air. Chicago is dark place on those days, with shadows filling the corners and alleyways of the streets. A young girl with orange firey hair and a woman in her thirties are walking down the street. They didn't see the men in the alleyway hiding in the shadows. They also didn't see the silver gun one of them had in their hand.

The street is empty; no one is around and there is no witnesses. Trash littered the streets in the messy part of town. The mother and the girl almost cross the dark alleyway when the men come out of the shadows. They surround the two of them knives in hand and pushes them into the alley. The woman gives them her purse and all the money she has on her; she begs them to just let her and her child go. The firey haired girl is clutching her mother's arm, bright tears in her eyes. A man with a Dragon tattoo on his arm grabs the child, dragging her away from the woman. The mother reaches for her daughter screaming like a banchee.

BANG.

Everything becomes quiet. The woman falters; red liquid rushing out of her body. She watches her mother fall but all she can see is a blur due to her tears.

"MOTHER!!!" the child screams reaching for the woman as the men held her back. The anger and fear consumed her as she tried to struggle out of the man's grasp. Her feelings consume her, and a pink wave of light consumes her vision rushing away from her. All she can register is that the men lay on the rusty colored walls away from her. The last thing she sees before it all goes black is the cold white snow falling from the heavens.

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