They drew first blood

The sun glares down on the Marina District.
Something must be wrong with the HARP-Cass thinks as we join her on the journey home. She’s a mess, but no one seems to notice. Her hair under cap, her eyes forward, Frank always said hide in plain sight. So that’s what she’ll do. She walks, boots hitting the pavement in furious rhythm, not knowing what she’ll find. She tries not to race, but it’s difficult.
Turning the corner she sees it: her childhood home. Dad’s fossil truck still sitting in the driveway waiting for her. She stops. Everything’s suddenly cold though the sun burns her pale skin. The house. The truck. Swallowing hard she continues. The door knob freezes in her hand-it’s open. Jaw clenches as she walks in. The air is stale, the walls tremble.
“Mom? Dad?” if something’s waiting for her the last thing she needs is a jump scare. No answer.

Living room-clear.



She heads upstairs, bypassing all safety checks, nearly running to their room.
“Mom? Da-” she gasps, covering her mouth.
Her parents lay in each others arms unmoving, their chest don’t rise, and their lips are blue. Tears don’t build. No, our girl has cried them all. The truth is she knew. She’d hoped not coming here immediately would save them, she knew better. Crossing herself, she doesn’t bother to question what if. Cassi simply closes her eyes and says goodbye.
Breathing in stale air she opens her eyes finally noticing the paper in her dad’s hand. It’s a newspaper, The Liberation Times, a paper he stopped reading years ago. The headline reads: Mother Mary Lives! mother and wife murders husband and infant daughter. Their family picture as the image.
“Frank…” she pauses running a black nail across his visage, “you bastard, you Goddamn bastard.”
Throwing the paper down a broken picture frame catches her eye. Her baby photo has been ripped, the corner pulled out just slightly. Instinctually she tears it open turning the photo around revealing her mother’s scribbled handwriting-They’re coming Cassidy. Know we love you. We know the truth. Let the world think you’re dead.
The Grey can read between the lines, see the men enter her parents home, and the struggle. Her father gave her mother time.
“Sorry Mom. Dad,” she knows they meant well, “I just can’t do that,” but some girls just don’t learn.
Sirens sound.
It’s time to leave, but not without a little departing gift. Our girl is like Santa Clause pulling coal right from her sack.
These boys in blue won’t know what hit’em.
blew them up.

Preparing for war

Her life in ruin Cassi Castillo is out for blood. Driving down the highway truck bed filled with toys, visions of blood, her daughter’s laughter and the sound of her name from his lips plaguing her thoughts “Frank… you bastard” she growls “you killed us all” black lips curl into a manic smile. “You killed us all baby!” pedal kisses floor as she takes a sharp right off the highway into the woods. “Somebody’s gonna die baby! A lot a somebody’s gonna die!” her brown eyes wide with rage. Two well worked well manicured hands clutch the wheel as the truck spins out. Enjoying the ride our little thrill seeker’s grin breaks into hysteria as the radio clicks on- “leaving both bodies behind Cassandra ‘Cassi’ Castillo fled the scene. She is considered armed and extremely dangerous citizens in the Marina District and surrounding areas are asked to use caution and call emergency services if you see anything out of the ordinary. Authorities are asking that anyone with any information contact-” fist hits the stereo off as the truck halts. At her destination the grey begins to build preparing for war and mayhem. “Frank baby, I’m gonna make you proud” her ear perks, a green flicker catches her eye, a rocket launcher in reach. One missile, one target, big boom.
“I’m gonna make them pay!” her eyes a lit with the light of the planes burning remains.