Death-Dealer

Summary: I changed my name to Death-Dealer after the whole country was taken over by North Korean's. My parents were killed, brother, older sister, even my brother-in-law was killed. Now I made a vow to help anyone in need and kill those bastards. Never open up to anyone, until I met them. The Wolverine. Alive!Jed/OC

Disclaimer: I do not own Red Dawn, only Lycan.

Chapter One:

Lycan's POV

~~Flashback~

They came from the sky in planes and parachutes. Taking over every home, every shop, every factory, everything. They turned the high school into a prison. Killed so many innocents. They even got the fucking mayor on their side.

When they took over, my dad and I saw their guns aimed at people. He and I immediately ran to our house basement to our weaponry.

At the time, I was taking time off college for our annual family days.

Thing is, my dad is a government official. He told me, his daughter, my brother Jack, my a year older sister Tiffany, and my five years older sister Jessica about his job. Even Jessica's husband, Edwin knows. His job gave him a house with a secret weapons room filled with ammo, guns, bullet proof vests, survival kits, swords, knives, telescopes, food, MRE's, and other stuff we need.

Dad and I grabbed tons of bags and began to fill them with everything. There was a secret ramp in the basement where we kept a huge jeep for a quick getaway. Once everything, and I mean everything was packed we loaded the jeep and got ready.

I got dressed in the fighting suit dad got. It looked exactly like the suit that Selene wore from Underworld, even had the leather trench coat to make me look like a Death Dealer.

Mom, dad, Jack, Jessica, Tiffany, and Edwin and I all got in the jeep and had our own weapons. I made sure I had knives hidden in my boots, two guns on the holsters attached to my thighs, and two more guns on the body holsters I wore. Even with the four guns and two knives I had, dad shoved a rifle in my hands. I sat in the trunk with a harness around me to keep me from falling off the car.

Dad clicked the remote button to open up the doors of the ramp and we drove haul ass out of there. I saw that there were Korean soldiers aiming at other families, so I stood in the back and shot each one of them without blinking an eye.

Each of them fell to the ground dead and the families hugged each other, glad they were alive.

I heard gunshots headed our way and I ducked down, unharmed. But the others not so lucky.

"Mommy!" I heard Jack and Tiffany scream.

"Ed! Edwin! No baby please wake up!" Jessica yelled.

"Baby girl!" I heard dad call to me, using my nickname. "You okay back there?!"

"Yes sir!" I yelled back.

We kept driving and shots kept coming at us. I looked through the window behind me and saw that Jessica was laying unmoving as well as Jack.

"Jessica! Jackson! No!" I screamed. My brother, sister, mother, and brother-in-law were dead.

Dad kept driving around town, or what was left of it, avoiding the soldiers as best he could, but a couple jeeps saw us and the chase was on. As we sped away from the fuckers as fast as we could, there were a few jeeps in front, parked in front going trigger happy.

We managed to get away from the fuckers and into an old mine in the woods. As I unstrapped myself from the harness, I saw dad open the drivers door and fall out, holding his chest and abdomen.

Dropping the gun, I fan to him and turned him over to reveal his blood covered body. "Dad. No. no. no. Dad, daddy, you can't leave me. Don't. You can't-" I said, tears falling like Niagara falls.

"I'm sorry. You have to continue on your own. For your mother, for Tiffany, Jack, Jessica, Edwin. For me. Go on for me. Fight them, survive." And then he choked and his eyes rolled into his head, falling limp.

"No." I whisper, shaking my head. "No. No, no, no, no! No! Daddy! Please, wake up. Come on! Wake up!"

And I held his body crying for the loss of the only father I have ever known. My sisters who I thought I couldn't stand to be with. My brother who was always crying from nightmares, and I had to go to his room and sing him a lullaby. My brother-in-law who would tell me stories about his time in the Marines. My mother who taught me how to cook, clean, sew clothing, how to heal minor and major injuries. My father who taught me how to fight, shoot, hunt, gut and skin animals, how to track… They're all gone. I'll never see them again.

~~End of Flashback~~

That was the day I vowed to always be on my guard. To hunt down and kill those sons of bitches. I made a shelter out of the mine. There were reliable places to hide my weapons and ammo and spaces comfortable enough to sleep… I buried my family's bodies a little ways near my shelter. I would visit them every now and then, and only there would I let my emotions out. But in my shelter or anywhere else, I would be the cold person I was when they attacked. Death-Dealer.