A small girl stared at her mother's unmoving body from behind the red car. Red blood oozed from her head, spilling onto the ground. Disobeying her mother's directions, she ran out from her hiding spot behind the car, knocking the gun out of the hands of it's possessor. She picks up the weapon and mirrors what the lady did when she shot her mother. Her eyes flickered from the shooter to her mother. It was clear to the girl that she was dead. Her mind raced. She knew how to shoot the gun. She knew how to kill.
*No.* Her mother's voice echoed in her head. *Think first, then decide if it's worth a bullet.*
She knew this area well. Her parents would take her here after training when she was younger. There was a cliff about 40 yards away. After that, there was an orphanage. The word felt strange... Orphanage was a place where children who's parents left them go. Orphanage was to be left behind; Abandon. But that is where she belonged. The girl's eyes wa