Killer Hazard

Chapter I - THIS MEANS DEATH

          "Come on Victoria, you're not going to survive like this!" my father yelled as he kicked my stomach over and over. I wiped the blood off my lip and kicked his feet hard enough to trip him. I gathered myself up fast because I knew he'll be able to get back up in a millisecond. I punched and kicked over and over my hardest. I aimed at his stomach too and his jaw. I stopped before I broke anything.

                 He chuckled and got up. It was then when I fell on my knees and coughed some blood out. I fucking hate my life. he wasn't always like this. He was a great father and was DEFINITELY more of the perfect DAD. Now he's just a father -my trainor, and boss. I understand it though. This is not an easy business to be in especially if you have a family to take care of. Some shit just get too personal and everyone's life is at stake.

                 "Now, now, walk it off." He said as he rubbed my back to comfort me. "I'm going to go chill for a while, Boss. kay?" I said and made my way into the house. "Get well, Victoria. I have a mission for you tomorrow." Like that's something new. Ugh!  I need a break. I thought and grabbed my jacket. There is only one place in this world where I'll find rest. my Best Friend's house.

                  Clayton opened her door and gave me a killer glare. Miley Cyrus won't be able to sing her way through this glare, I swear. "You know you have to end this, Vick. You're going to get killed." I walked past her and slumped into her couch. I just really need peace right now. "Don't bleed on my couch, please." She begged annoyed and gave me the first aid kit. Well, threw it to me.

                I switched on the TV and the news just made us even more silent -if that was even possible. "THE TWO EMBALMERS WHO WERE SUPPOSED TO TAKE CARE OF JASON MCCANN'S BODY AT THE MORGUE WERE FOUND DEAD AND HIS BODY IS BELIEVED TO HAVE BEEN TAKEN BY HIS GANG MEMBERS. AND WHAT BOTHERS THE LVPD IS THE MESSAGE IN BLOOD WRITTEN ON THE WALL." says the reporter which was then followed by a photo of the wall. "THIS MEANS DEATH." Clay read in a trembling whisper.