Skylar sighed as she looked outside, she was utterly bored and her father was outside arguing with some man. Several times they both had pointed to the house where she was at and she was curious to know what they were talking about. Then there was nothing, it was dead silent. A shiver ran across her spine as her green eyes peered out the window. Skylar was young (only the mere age of 6) and was nervously biting her lower lip. Her father stood outside with another man, their incessant talking had ceased and now her father was giving the other man odd looks while the man made a sneer of some kind. There was a shot and her father fell, quickly she stood up and ran out the door, screaming as the killer now looked at her. "Daddy!" She cried out as she fell to her knees by his side, she rested her head on his chest higging him "Don't leave me your all I have left!"
Skylar felt like someone was watching her have the break down, slowly she turned to him. As soon as she had looked at him the man lunged forward and grabbed her easily pinning her to the ground. Then she noticed a red cattle prod fresh from a hot flame. the man aimed it at her right wrist and pressed down hard. Years formed in her eyes and she ccried out.
Thirteen years later, Skylar was now nineteen and sitting at a small booth table with the same man who had killed her father. She glared at him with cold eyes, he was taking her somewhere and wouldn't tell her what they were doing. She presumed it was to see his son who was her age, for the past thirteen years he had carefully hidden her from his sight but she had seen him multiple times. Her short and slender/average body was dressed in a crimson dress with a black corset, her long normally straight brown hair had been curled and sprayed to stay in ringlet's and surround her face.
Not only were they sitting at a small booth but they were on a train, going about 150 miles per hour. Her fingers traced her scar from the cattle prod it was his family crest and every time she escaped and authorities found her they noticed the mark and immeddiately brought her back to him. She pulled black lace gloves covered the mark on her wrist but not from the base of her finger tips and up. Skylar's eyes turned to the man whom she hated the most in the world and just watched him.
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