Author's Note: This will be my Eighteenth (published) story. As I have mentioned before, I was inspired to write these stories by the many amazing Authors on Fan Fiction who write Kick-Ass Stories.

This story exists in the same universe as my Forsaken storyline. Hit Girl, Kick-Ass and Fusion, all operate in Chicago. Characters from Forsaken may appear, or be mentioned during this story. I am attempting to create a spin-off story, but we shall see what happens.

As far as the Forsaken storyline is concerned, the events in this story occur a few months earlier than the current Forsaken storyline, but will eventually join up.

As usual, I look forward, with some trepidation, to any reviews. I promise to accept any, and all, criticism. In addition, I am still British so my spelling and grammar may look and seem strange to some.

16th March 2013

Miami, USA

Southwest 9th Street and 3rd Avenue

The girl awoke with a start and sat up in her bed.

It was dark and she had no idea what had awoken her; so she looked over at the backlit clock on the table beside the bed. It was just after one in the morning so the girl groaned and lay back down again.

"It's too damn early!" She moaned.

Then she heard a crashing sound coming from across the hall. The girl sat back up again and started to get worried.

"Mom?" She called hesitantly. "Dad?"

There was no response, so she slowly climbed out of her bed and went over to the door of the bedroom, pulling it open slowly. She could see movement in her parent's bedroom, just across the hall and the light was on. She tentatively put one bare foot outside of her bedroom and into the partial darkness of the hallway. Before she could take another step, she felt her nightie being grabbed and with a scream, she was thrown across the hall and into her parent's bedroom. She landed on the floor in a heap, with another scream.

A hand grabbed the shoulder length ponytail of the girl's black hair, yanking it backwards and eliciting another scream of pain. The girl was panicking as she blinked in the bright light and looked up towards her parents. They were both lying on the bed, face down, with their hands bound behind them. The girl was unable to see her parent's faces.

"Right, you little bitch, you saved us the effort of coming to get you..." A man said coldly before shouting. "Stand up!"

The girl hesitated to her cost, as she was roughly seized by her nightie. The nightie tore and was almost ripped from her as she was hauled to her feet. The girl was just able to protect her dignity, holding the ripped garment over the front of her otherwise naked body.

Once standing, she had a better view of the bed and she could see her mom's face; there were tears streaming down her face and a strip of tape was stuck over her mouth. Her father's face was not visible, but she could see blood on the back of his head. Tears poured down her own face; she was confused and had no idea what was going. She had been rudely awakened and then found her parents bound and gagged, not to mention four strange men in the house.

The man who had shouted at her then turned to glare at the girl. His face was covered with a mask, protecting his identity but the girl could see part of a tattoo on his lower right arm. It was difficult to make out and most of it was covered. The man was obviously the leader.

Thoughts started to fly through her mind. Was it a robbery? Would they just take what they wanted, and then leave? On the other hand, would worse happen? The girl was starting to wake up properly. Normally she was much more 'on the ball'. Her father, currently unconscious on the bed, was a Major in the United States Marine Corps and he was just back on leave, after four months on deployment. She assumed that her father had put up a struggle, and as a result had been knocked out by the men.

There were four of them, all large and all wearing masks to protect their identity, which, the girl thought, probably meant that they were not there to kill anybody – she fervently hoped so. Being only twelve, there was a limit to what the girl could do, but she was not defenceless – her father had made sure of that, nor was she incapable of hurting men like those in her parent's bedroom.

The main problem was picking the right moment; right then, she was scared and she was all but naked.

The crime scene was a nightmare right out of CSI.

The Cop was in a state of shock having never seen so much blood spread about just one room. Blood from the man and the woman was soaked into the bedding. There had to be almost a gallon of blood spread across the wooden floor of the bedroom.

Three people were dead; one was a decorated United States Marine Corps Officer, another his wife. The Cop was no stranger to death, however he had never seen anything like he was experiencing at that moment.

The Cop turned to look at the third body, which lay on the floor at the end of the bed. The body was twisted in a grotesque fashion and it was obvious that death had been long, drawn out and agonising.

However, the Cop felt no pity for the dead, as he gazed downwards.

The girl was still shaking as the Paramedic tended to her cuts and bruises in the ambulance.

The Paramedic took her time. The girl was in shock, which was not exactly a surprise, considering what she had gone through. As far as the Paramedic knew, the girl that she was treating had killed a man and chased off three others, while naked. All after having watched her own parents violently murdered in front of her.

The girl had not spoken since the Police had brought her out to the ambulance, except just to mention her name: Morgan.