Murphy's Law

~Preface~

If anything can go wrong, most likely it will. That's what Murphy's Law means anyways. I never really believed in bad luck until a few years ago when my steady life turned into a hurricane of chaos and destruction. Most of it I believe is my own fault; trusted people I shouldn't of, stuck my nose in business that wasn't mine, and did things that were bad...really bad.

In my family of upstanding Army men and women I was always the 'prodigious' child; the one my parents cooed over and the one that never wanted the spotlight. I could play the cello and violin, got straight As, and was always my teacher's favorite. I never, ever got into trouble unlike my brother, who's second home was either the Principal's office or the police station. He never technically got 'arrested', but I think my father had something to do with that.

You see, my father had been a General in the United States Army and so had my grandfather and his grandfather and so on. My mother had been a nurse so there was a long line of Vets. It was only natural for my brother and me to follow suit. It was in our blood.

I was sixteen when my parents passed away. I quickly graduated high school early and went straight into a special branch of the military that was unknown to the general population. Because of my parents I met people that have become my greatest allies in life. One of them in particular is a man named Lieutenant Colonel Franklin Clay. He was more like a brother to me then my actual brother was, who acted more like a best friend.

My older brother and I had worked several 'assignments' with Clay, since apparently our father had known we would go this route in our lives. There was no one else my parents trusted more with their children's lives then Clay.

After a while I broke away from them, wanting to find my own way;or so that's what I thought. I went off and joined new teams, but mostly stuck with singular person missions and mostly rescue missions. Unlike others I preferred to save lives rather then end them. I only shot if there was just cause and only when there was no other alternative.

I learned a year later, after I had broken away from Clay, that my brother had disappeared one day from a mission. Gone into a warehouse and never came out. Another year passed and I found him floating under the radar, working for someone as an intelligence informant since he didn't want to put his newly born daughter into harms way. The daughter I had never known existed until I confronted him.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and I had seen some pretty beautiful things in my life. She looked just like my brother, like me; light golden hair, deep blue almost indigo eyes, and light peach skin with freckles here and there. I loved her the instant I met her and I forgave my brother the moment she smiled at me.

I visited them when I could and stayed a lone wolf in my assignments, moving on to do a few child rescue missions on the side. Sorta like freelance work you could say. I had always had a soft spot for children and meeting my niece had turned me into a complete cotton ball.

Two years passed and when I was twenty the man my brother worked for sent out a kill on him, his wife, and his daughter. This man hunted them down and killed them, all of them, in cold blood. My brother; dead. My sister in-law; dead. My little five year old niece...dead.

My name is Rhoswen Cayleigh Moriarty and I'm alone now. I'm twenty-two years old and it's been two years since my family was murdered. I haven't given up on finding the son of a bitch who had done it. I never will. It's the only connection to the world where the murderer still lives. It's my only way of finding him and I will find him.