Third Person's POV.

~1 year ago.

Avery took a deep breath and looked at the room she grew up in, the room that became her nightmare. So much blood has been spilled in that room that even after so many years no one would buy this mansion. The place she grew up in, where he mother used to wake her up with kisses and her father used to throw her in air while she squealed. Those were good memories.

But they were stained by blood. She remembered when she laid under the bed where she was crying, just seconds after her mother was killed. There was so much silence in the house just moments before the storm hit them.

She was supposed to be in her friends house that day, but her father came home from his trip early. So she stayed home with him, if she knew what was about to hit them that day, would she still stay in the house that night? Would she be willing to see her parents' lifeless body just to stay with them a while longer? She would. She was willing to see all that again and again, if it meant she could have lived those last few moments of happiness once more.

Her father showering her face with kisses, her mother playfully complaining. Before the shattering of glass put an end to her heaven and threw her in hell.

She stood in that room way too often, even now she looked around looking for anything. Anyone coming there, any lead towards the man she saw in her room from under the bed, that night. Dragging her dead mother out of her room while her blood left a trail.

She blinked trying to shed the memory away like a tear, but it was never too easy. She walked away from the room and away from the home she once cherished. Ava would be home from her club meeting now. I need to get back or she will worry. She thought as she walked out in rain with her hoodie up. The black rain coat making her disappear into the night. That's how she liked it. Being invisible.

She walked around the light of the lamp posts on the street not liking the idea of stepping in the light. Pitter-patter the shower fell on leafs and on the road making puddles near sidewalks. Shhhhhh the sound of the fall was pierced by the booming thunder, making the sky and everything light up for a split second.

It was raining that night too, just like that. When the cruel world took her parents from her. Leaving her with nothing, nothing. And once she grew up enough to understand what was happening, that nothing changed into vengeance. She woke up every night for it, she slept with her stomach full to get energy for it. She will die getting her revenge for her parents, that was the purpose of her existence.

She came to an abrupt halt when she felt something wrap around her ankle. She almost jumped out of her skin, she jerked her leg but found that thing too strong to budge. She looked down and was shocked to realize that it was a hand, covered in blood. Fuck that. Fuck. that. She jerked again trying to get away when she heard a choked plea. "...elp... pl...ease." It was a man's voice she noticed.

She focused her sight and noticed that there was a man in black suite, lying on his stomach in a narrow alleyway between two buildings, all covered in blood. Blood pooled around him mixing with the rain on the ground. His hand desperately clutching her ankle. When she heard the plea, she could not find it in herself to look away, any less walk away from him.

She crouched down and turned him around, not at all with ease. That guy was built like a truck. She was patting him around looking for phone or anything useful to get help for him, but found nothing. He let her ankle go when he realized she was not leaving him alone, but he still fisted the hem of the trouser of her track suit, just above her ankle. That guy had a fucking hole on his stomach. A bullet wound, she realized.

Then she heard footsteps coming towards them from deep under the alley. The guy's grip multiplied in desperation. She sighed and felt the bulge of metal on her hip. It was the gun she always kept with her when she comes this way. Always. "... please." the guy choked out again, thinking she would leave him now that someone was coming their way.

"Oh! we have company?" The footsteps stopped a feet away. "Get on your way boy. Nothing for you here." A click was heard and she looked from under the hood, at the gun pointed at her. "I wished so." That was the last thing that guy heard before a whole made its home on his chest. Avery sighed in annoyence for giving her gender away to the guy. But knowing that she was a woman couldn't be of any use in heaven or hell wherever he was headed to.

She secured the gun back on herself with experienced hands. She looked around and thought of the options she had, police was not one of them, so where to treat this guy? Back at her mansion. Hell no! Her eyes caught her car sitting on the side of the road, few feets away from them. In my car? Looking at the car reminded her of her original plan of getting back to Ava, to their home. And she huffed in annoyence. Ava will be mad again. For getting late. It can't be helped though.

She got up and dragged, now an unconscious man, towards her car and heaved him up and inside the back seats as she shut the door behind them. She climbed on the front seat and pulled the car in a darker corner, where she was sure no one came. She opened her dashboard and pulled the medical kit out.

She pulled her rain coat off of herself, which was soon followed by the jacket of her tracksuits. Now she was in her sleeveless white shirt exposing her tattooed arm. She bent the front seats all the way to the front and sat on the bent back of the front seat facing the guy laying on the back seat.

Light, she needed it to get him fixed. Turning the dash light of the car was not an option. It was too risky. She pulled her phone out and turned on the flash. Where to fix it? She looked around for a moment than sighed in annoyence yet again. She cursed in her breath and stuffed the phone in her bra. In front of her chest, the flash light was fixed as it peeked from over her seem of her shirt.

She was startled by a light chuckled that came from the man in front of her, who was half dead for sure. He got something wrong with his head for sure. Maybe a psychopath? She looked down at him unsure about her decisions in life. He looked up with hazey eyes and gave her a grin. There was blood on his cut perfect teeth. Was her actions right? Should she be doing this? She did not know anymore.

She shook her head to get her head straight and started stripping him off of his expensive suite coat and then under coat and his tie and shirt after that. By the time she reached his shirt she was too frustrated and just ripped it open with the scissor instead of opening each button. The first thing she noticed were all those tattoos covering his body.

He looked very high end. That neighbourhood was not particularly poor. Infact for rich but he was on another level entirely. He looked like someone who walked on red carpet whenever he stepped out of his limo. Poor or rich they all hurt and die the same, she thought as she looked at his pitiful stated she sterilized her tools with alcohol and looked at him. That fucker was conscious again. Looking up at her with hazey eyes.

Anaesthesia was too risky for his state. She hesitated but pulled his belt out from around his waist and layed it into 3 layers as she held his jaw to pry it open. He complied and she put that belt between his teeth and pushed his jaw closed. "Be brave, you'll be fine." She said patting his head. She frowned once she realized what she did. She was too fond of petting Ava and treating her like a kid and that was messing with her head.

She pulled out a lighter and heated the scalpel. "Do you have any other wounds? Down there?" She asked and he nodded lightly, clearly in pain. She cursed, because she hoped that she will not have to get his pants off but it looked otherwise. She pushed the burning metal in his open wound to bull the bullet out. He turned pale with pain as he bit down on the belt, trying to suppress his scream.

"I should have slept early today." She told herself but was returned with an amused but pained groan. This guy is something. And that something was exactly what she needed to stay away from. "Write.." he groaned out while she pulled the bullet out and was stitching his many wounds. She pulled her phone out of her bra and started typing the number he was saying. His voice was deep, very deep, if that was because of the pain or not, she was not sure.

Right after he said the last digit, he lost consciousness. She realized that he knew he was about to faint and needed to give the number to call help before that. Clever.

She fixed him up the best she could while the rain poured down all the time. There was a gash in his thigh, and one of his ribs was broken too. He needed hospital for the rib. She pulled his pants down and away from him and put his jacket around his privates, she was not comfortable with that thing near her face while he tend to him..

She noticed that those tattoos were incasing him like a full length dress from, covering his whole body from shoulder to his ankle. Leaving a clean stripe of skin in between his chest and all the way bellow. She knew those tattoos too well and what they represented. Yakuza. An organized crime syndicate in Japan. She felt chill riding down her neck to her feet. That guy was too dangerous.

She heard a tradition that once a member looses an official clan war their one of their tattoos are coverd with black stained tattoo. The more loss the more tattoos covered black. And that mo**er fu**er did not had one tattoo covered. He never lost. The chill from earlier came back again just double the intensity than before.

She sterilized and stitched every wound of his and covered it with thick surgical bandaids. She noticed the swelling on his knuckles. He was in a fist fight, that guy she killed was not scratched in any way. Which means this guy fought back and has broken bones this night. There must be many people after him. More than 4 atleast, because the gashes were by a man if not 2 with a blade, the bullet was from the man with a gun.

Those guys suffered too, for sure. Probably most of them were dead by now. Because this guy was built for war. She had seen older scars on his body, some looked fatal but he survived them all. He is not someone to be messed with, I mean, come on! This guy is making my car look like a child's electric car. She knew, that she needed to get away from the guy, before he wakes up. And she did just that. She disapeard like she never existed.

Reference to Tsuda:



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