In her mind she saw darkness. Why was it she couldn't think? Why couldn't she think? Ok right her eyes were closed. She opened them and felt the rough surface of the katana blade in her hand. Her eyes swiveled to lock on the bleeding body of her attacker. His knife hung limply in his hand, a rust colored stain decorating its blade. The was blood, but who's? Her answer was known as her eyes fell upon the dead bodies of both her mother and sister. 'Oh, right. They're dead.' Their blank faces contorted into identical masks of horror, their eyes seeing nothing. The irises ghosted over with white, making them pale and unreachable. At first she could not conjure up a reason that the man before her was dead. Except he was no longer a man, but the corpse of her remaining families killer.

She remembered coming home and instantly slipping into a pool of blood. Her eyes followed it to its originator. The still form of her mother. Her chestnut hair stained with the crimson. Her white dress no longer white. Her whole body shook with the realization that her own mother was slaughtered in the living room. Her mind tried to reject it, until the sound of rustling caught her attention. There was a man in the doorway. He was holding what looked like a body. Her brain couldn't seem the process what she was seeing. In the mans grasp was the almost lifeless body of her 8 year old sister. She lifted one hand and whimpered out one phrase before he slit her throat, dropping her body to the ground.

Sissy.

And then she snapped. Her hand twitched towards the wall to what she knew was there. His face twisted into a wicked grin as he licked his lips. His eyes seemed to gleam with anticipation before her moved forward. 2 seconds for her to unsheathe the katana from its holster and 1 second to swing it in self defense. His throat was slit within 5 seconds and he was dying. As he fell so did she. Her body hit the wall and she watched him bleed before her eyes darkened.

And that was all. Everything after sitting there was a blur. Men in blue uniforms storming into the house, asking questions. Handcuffing her, some guy in glasses asking questions. Too many questions. Her family in body bags. Her mind tuned out after that.

Until she ended up in an interrogation room, for murder.