Mors Familiae

    The cold of winter had been cutting through her all day. Shivering, she opens the door to the house. The screams were the first thing she noticed. There were no words to describe the anger she felt rise through her. Running to the bathroom, she found her father bent over a lifeless body. Sharice lay in the murky red water.
    Her father sent a lash across her face. Her ears began to rang and her vision went blurry. This was all their fault. Her parents had ruined the only true family she had left. Their actions had been heinous. She knew her actions had contradicted her intent. Yet, what was she supposed to do? Steal her sister away from the family home?
    No, she knew what it was. She had to kill those who had murdered her sister. Her parents were next, and she knew she had to get revenge.

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