“Dreco be quiet!” Father hissed with a feigned anger.

Around the table happy laugh tore through as a look of terror made itself known on the face of our guard that my dad just called by his formal name.

I smiled at the funny interaction before taking a spoonful of my food and shoving it into my mouth.

Little food particles must have resided at the corner of my lips because mom grabbed a table towel and wiped the corner of my lips like I was a kid and I shoot her a warning glare.

She just gave me that warm smile of hers, discarding the already dirty towel she said, “Be careful how you eat Lucy, you're a Lady.”

Always the same old, same old.

I'm eighteen and mom has been kind of extraordinary careful with me nowadays.

If I walk roughly, “Lucy behave and walk properly, you're a Lady.”

Try to run fast, “ Lucy leave the track for the boys!”

Eat way too fast because I'm hungry, “Don't act like a baberian Lucy, eat gently.”

Ugh I'm so tired of her constant nagging, My mom is a good person, She has a very sweet gentle personality but I don't like it one bit.

Not like I want her to be tough or something you know but hey a little less of “Lucy you're a Lady, would really do me some good yeah.”

My dad, he is quite the whole opposite, tough, manly with those terrifying muscles perking out of him.

People call my father Ruthless and a no non - sense man well what do they expect?

He is the one and only reigning Italian Mafia who fought his way into the underworld.

But he can be a little sunshine when he wants to be with mom and me, must have been how he courted mom.

Because I can't obviously see myself falling in - love with a …

Nope not happening, Dad is kind of a psycho, I've heard screams from people he dealt with and I'm glad to say that I am of his offspring.

I can't imagine being forced to abide by stupid rules just because the Mafia boss said so.

“Lucy eat up, you're slacking on that food of yours” Father said grabbing my attention.

I nodded and did just like I was asked.

I heard Mom mutter something about leaving me that I was a Lady I shouldn't force food down my throat.

Rolling my eyes, I took the last scoop and forced it into my mouth feeling a state at the side of my face which I know it's my mom glaring at me because of the amount I pushed into mouth.

Chewing like it's non of my business, I looked around the dining room.

Few of our men were also having dinner themselves, chatting away, enjoying the luxury of working for my dad.

I grabbed the jar of water across the table I felt I smack on my hand, Ouch?!

Turning a frowned face to my mom I sat back while she grabbed the jar beside her.

Muttering something about it being a bad habit of stretching my hands across the table while eating as she filled a cup for me.

God I need a break.

I said a little thank you barely audible but I knew she heard it as I took the cup of water from her.

Taking a gulp that almost chocked me when the door to the dinning hall suddenly

Open with a panicked looking man who had, Is that a fucking blood on his clothes?

Breathing hard, few people around rushed to his aid while he was slowly slumping downwards saying something my dad could barely catch but the man beside him did catch it because his own eyes widen in terror.

Which made my dad to seat up immediately in demand for answer.

“Out with it, boy!”

The guards body started obviously shivering as he opened his mouth to talk a bullet sound was heard then a little crack sound followed after.

With a terrified mouth opened face, while his eyes rolled back, the man fell forward.

“Close the gate’s, Now?! Father ordered with a slight dear evident in his voice.

I felt my hands crushing and looked down to tears streaming down my mom face as she stared at the dead man with terror.

Surprised I wasn't shaken yet, I looked around the once calm room and saw as orders flew around.

Food scattered all over, drinks spilled as everyone rushed to safety.

Father didn't run or ask us to, he stood face void of any emotion like he knew this would happen anytime and was ready for whatever it was that was to happen.

His shoulder looked tensed as he looked around the room himself, Father's gaze finally landed on me and instead of the panicked look he covered.

He gave me a smile and my heart warmed at his encourement.

“Lucy” he muttered in a low voice just enough for me to catch, “Whatever happens make sure to survive this, Do you hear me?”

Knowing the voice he used, I already know that Father knew something would definitely happen.

I looked deep into my father's eyes and saw desperation, he needed that assurance that I would make it alive even if he didn't.

“Sure Father” My voice cracked as I said that but I just gulped down.

With a nod dad covered us up with that height of his and picked his shoulders out.

“Make yourself known, you're not a coward to throw bullets into a war zone are you?” Father asked with a loud voice which echoed throughout the room.

A click was heard, then the faint sounds of a booth was heard.

Thund! After thund!

The footsteps sounded closer and i could feel my heart clutching at each step.

Whoever this is really has some balls.

Our closed door with a loud kick, it going open to reveal a muscular arms, Tall gigantic frame of a human being, who had a mask over his face.

I heard a low hiss leave my father's lips as he stared at the person.

Mother was shaking like a chicken beside me, hasn't said a word, too devasgated to talk.

“Master?” I heard my dad whisper in a weird voice.

And a laugh tore through the young man who stood before us, He lazily slung his arms around his shoulder and stretched himself like this room wasn't armed to the teeth.

Dad's men guns were pointed at him but he seemed not to care one bit.

He straightened and did the sign of the cross, A Christian?

With a loud deep voice he said, “Peace of the Lord be unto this household but disaster be unto thee that doesn't grant what of which I came for, Mr. Kross”

He titled his head as he called my father's formal name, not even scared of him.

I watched father pull his hands into a fist like he was resisting himself.

“What the fuck do you want!” Father growled at him.

He flung his hand up in the air with a careless shrug, “ Nothing just to sign the papers I told you I would come in flesh and blood to take, if you didn't give it out to my boys, seems like you wanted to test the theory so I came to make myself known.”

“I would do no such thing, Over my dead body would I sign my legacy and name off to you, I won it fair and square, I fought tooth and nail, I Kross—”

The man called Master suddenly snorted as my father talked which made him to stop and glare at him.

“Over your dead body, you say?”

Father stood his ground, I watched his jaw tick, As he grabbed a hold of my hand and the man called Master suddenly titled his head to me.

I couldn't see his face but it was sure he was analysing me with the way his head kept swaying.

“Well you heard me loud and clear, Fight for it fairly and I might…”

A sound of something cracking was heard cutting my father up and his grip suddenly loses in my hand.

I looked up to know what's wrong and saw my father's forehead with a hole on it and blood dripping off it.

With a little sway father dropped forward.

Ahhhhhhh, No ….No, the sounds of mom's scream occupied the room as I stared with shock at my father limp body.

What the fuck.

Averting my gaze at the man and looking around the room to see the others stuff too, not making a move to shoot at all.

“I did warn him, I don't play fair humans, now drop those silly ass toy, you call a gun with in the count of 1!”

I could hear the clutter sounds of the gun as the cowards my dad called gaurds dropped the weapon given to them in fear of one man.

Looking around the room still stuck where I am, I shook my head pathetic, this is just insane.

“2!” The few loyals still held unto there gun clutching it tightly.

“And why should we heed your words?” A rough voice said, finally someone found the courage to talk while my mom was still crying out rivers holding my dad close to her.

Master ignored him and raised the third hand up, “3!” Doing some kind of weird sounds with his hand.

Bullets started flying into the hall room and bodies slumped immediately, cries were

Heard, loud screams echoed as they shot there loved ones even the ones that dropped guns were shot.

I already took shelter behind the thick Oak table beside me, bullets can't pass through it.

Looking around, I saw mom's already slumped body and closed my eyes shut.

Not having the strength to scream, Tears rolled off my eyes as I stared at the sight before me.

Pushing my covered legs closer to her body I nudged it, “Mom?”

Her body just shook and more tears slipped out, I could feel my body vibrating with anger I couldn't even let out.

Father said I should make sure I survive what ever happened tonight and I'm keeping that promise.

Staying where I was with my gown sprawled out like a rag, I kept quiet.

The gun suddenly stopped and I heard footsteps approaching where I was.

Closing my eyes shot as I got myself ready for the terror I was to face.

My heart stopped as the footsteps stopped in front of me, I could feel the person crounch down to my level and lean forward.

“You can stop playing dead and get your ass up, I'm taking you with me.” A rough voice said and I knew immediately who it was.

Creaking my eyes open I stayed where I was, I am so consumed with anger that I feel like choking this bastard to death on his mask but I know that any slightest wrong move that I make, I would be shot without a second wasting.

It seems like the shooter already planned this cause they weren't seen at all.

The Master looked at me like he was gauging what I wanted to do but I didn't give any emotion out.

He stood up and started walking out the door, but I did hear him say, “ Get the girl.”

Everything seemed to happen in a blur because I felt my self being lifted up and whoever it was that was carrying me was walking down our stairs.

I saw a few of our workers, young kids who did the cleaning being dragged roughly.

I was suddenly thrown off the shoulder and winced as I hit a hard surface of a truck.

I watched as the youths my age cried as they were dragged and thrown into the same truck.

Most stepped on me, most glared, while most just gave me a pityful look.

But I was void of any emotion, I wasn't feeling anything, I am stiff, I can't breathe properly, I can't feel my body.

Mom and dad are dead, just like that, they were shot by Master.

The man with the mask.

The only emotion I know was consuming me was to slaughter something, to rip the Masters head off.

Shot him untill I was out of bullet, burn his body and Soul altogether.

Make him taste his own medicine and I would do just that!.

When they were sure that they parked enough of us, They shut the car truck, I heard clicks of something.

They were chaining us in.

Few moments later we got into motion as the car suddenly started moving.

The teenagers my age were busy talking, most crying quietly like tears would save them from whatever it is that this people held in line for us.

Feeling the little strength I have in me slowly escaping, I leaned my head backwards to the side of the truck and my eyes went shut.

I suddenly jerked up when a pain shot through my leg, darting my eyes around to know what going on as the door to the truck was already opened and morning was starting to perk up.

Rubbing my leg, I looked towards the door to see a man with a scar glaring at us.

“Get your asses up and get down the truck, and if you feel the urge to leave right now, we have enough bullets to send you home.”

When he saw that Nobody was moving he suddenly said, “Up?!”

I stood up frightened by the man's voice same as others and we started getting down one by one.

They didn't tie us up or put any restrict on us but who would be Stupid enough to fightback people that cleared a Mafia's Den in not less than thirty minutes.

I know the news of lost kids and man slaughtering that went on would be All over the news today.

Walking down the truck, I suddenly got pushed forward, stumbling on my feet trying not to fall down.

I looked back to know who did that shit and it was a boy age but he has muscles and was armed to the teeth.

He looked at me with a smirk daring me to say something.

I bit into my cheeks and looked back to where we were being lead to.

A cave?

The leader opened it and nudged the first person in line in as he was scared to enter the place first.

As he entered the line started moving again.

As we entered inside, my mouth opened as I looked around me when I went in.

It looked entirely like a whole different world, just like the real earth we came out from but it was very big.

Young scholars were walking around, none even looked at us weirdly like this was a Normal routine of bringing in people, they just glanced and went on there business.

People my age too were here.

We were lead into a kind of bathroom and the man leading us suddenly stood opening the door and letting us in, when he was sure that we were all in, he shut the door.

“There would be a pour and you would all take a bath with in sixty seconds max so make sure to clean your body properly, then we would move you to where you would be assigned for the rest of your… miserable life, Do you hear me?”

The word “Yes sir” echoed around me but I didn't say shit just staring at the man that talks to us like he was some God or something, with that ugly looking scar his got in the right side of his eye.

“Clothes off!”

What?!.

Wait he can't make us all bath together we have both genders and adults here too.

He looked around when he saw nobody moving to get their clothes off and he suddenly started laughing.

Bending down slowly and supporting his body with his hands on his knee he looked up to us then suddenly straightened and pulled the gun beside his waist.

“What?, you think the shit you have is special here?, I don't bloody care if you're cute or not, get those dirty clothes off you and bath before I count to three, One!”

I heard him pull the safety of his gun and started unzipping myself immediately.

While others started doing so too, some still acting stupidly stubborn when they knew what would come next.

“Two” He said this time lifting the gun up and swaying the gun carelessly.

Pulling off my panties and undies I shut my eyes at the level of embarrassment I was feeling.

God this is humiliating.

Looking around I saw some closing their privates with there hands as the back stayed entirely open.

Snorting with a shake of my head.

Pathetic.

“Three!”. He suddenly pointed the gun to a man standing at the end of the other opposite of the room.

“Trying to play the hero huh?”

The man shook his head looking around the room with a disgusted and disappointed look, “ I'm not but I can't humiliate myself like this?!”

Scar man pointed his gun at him properly and touched the trigger, “ I'm being generous now, take those clothes off.”

The man stood his ground not even moving a bone, “ I'd rather not” Turning to us he said, “ Shame to all of—”

Bang! Bang!

A low cry was heard from a girl that I noticed have been crying since yesterday, poor girl.

She was shaking with eyes wide open as she watched the man hit the floor with a thund.

Covering her mouth, she looked up back to the scar man as he blew out air from his gun.

I left the line and twisted my self to another section so the man's blood wouldn't pool at my leg.

Scare man look at us, keeping his gun back he spread his hands wide.

“That's what happens when you don't listen as a newbie, act right and you might survive, Turn on the taps?!”

As he screamed those words, water started pouring into the room from the roof of it like it kind of attached there.

I started scrubbing my body fast, the least I could do is look clean.

While the blood of the murdered man washes away with the water.

At least I learnt something just now,People get killed like that for saying the word No.

All I have to do is keep my head down.

After the harsh bath, I wouldn't call it a bath but do they care of course not!

We were made to stand in line stack naked, as if bathing all in wasn't enough.

They have us clothes to were seems like they would throw out the one we wore to this underground or something.

When the clothes has been shared respectively, I put in my own shirt real quick and shorts as to not miss anything that would happen with a cloth over my head or with a short stuck to my knee.

Scar man suddenly tapped his hands together gaining everybody's attention at once as most stopped what they were doing while some just slowly pulled there clothes on.

Still mute since I was taken out of the hall, I stared at the man just like everyone else, waiting for the next call of action.

No body wants to die just because they didn't listen carefully to what he is to say.

He lifted his hands up as he saw that all eyes were on him, “ Like I said after your bath you'd be called out and assigned to a section, pointed out actually because we don't have the data of all right now but we would with time.”

Looking around to make sure his message has been passed as not a single pin drop was heard, he smiled.

“Seems like you all are starting to learn the pattern here, that's very good, Now stand in two's!”

Murmur poured into Hall immediately as people started arranging themselves most moved to the left while some moved to the right in a singular straight line.

Fixing myself where there was majority of people I held onto my clothes as the anxiety of this whole day started crashing on me.

Lost both parents in a day, practically kidnapped and dragged to God knows where in broad daylight and police couldn't do shit, now I'm stuck with in a life and death situation.

Feeling my eyes sting with the unshade tears, I straightened and looked forward, I pray I'm selected into a good place I don't think I can survive any more torture.

Scar looked satisfied as he looked across the hall and saw that we did exactly as asked when he was satisfied enough he suddenly brought up his pointy finger at a young naive looking boy who was obviously scared to his wit's as I could see the way his fabric was shaking just cause the scar man pointed at him.

This is pure torture and so against the law of man.

“Come closer boy!”

The man shakily walked closer to scar man and stood with his head down obviously scared to death.

Scar man did a once over at the boy and shoved him to the side, being cut off guard by the push the boy stumbled on his foot and fell with his knees to the ground.

I heard him hiss out in pain but of course he had to swallow it in as he slowly got up and stood where he has been shoved to.

“Stand there for now” with that the scare man keep pointing and assigning is of where to stay.

He divided the sections into four haven't said what each section was for but when his finger suddenly landed on me with that dark roaming eyes of his, my stomach fell.

I felt like the ground should open and swallow me as he gestured for me to move to the naives boy group.

God it better not be the errand group, I hate house chores or anything that deals with cleaning.

When the line already finished and everybody was fixed to a place the scar man looked around pleased with his work.

He walked to the middle and faced is all, “Now it's time for the formal introduction I presume, My name is Kutnetsov, no body better than me if you want to ask for aid or anything here, Come to me.”

Raising his voice a little he continued, “ I am one of the instructor softest if not so I'm giving you the privilege of asking for aid when needed, people here are brutal and nobody bloody cares about your dead mom or stupid dead dad, here you speak for yourself.”

“You fight for what belongs to you, but you have to follow rules if you don't want to end up like Mr. Wanna be earlier.”

With that being said my mind went back to the man who got shot at the shower.

Mr. Scar, well I don't bloody care what his name is but with the scar on his face that's the name I am giving to him.

Clearing his rough throat as he has been talking since we came here, I didn't even see him drink some water or something, he has just been given orders Non stop.

“Here the categories are divided into four, The base, The worker, The watcher, The crafter's.”

Looking around to make sure we got the concept he went on, “ The base fights and goes to seize territories for us just like we did today, cool isn't it?”

Most nodded while some just kept stiff neck like me waiting for the speech to be done.

“The workers, they do the chores here, get paid quite much, if not too much but it's comfortable.”

“The watchers, check the internet browser and tell us what's up, they are our eyes and almost everything after the base, the base are the main worker here though.”

“And lastly the crafter's, they create the weapon we use, though it's illegal but we make our shit, that's why we are undefeated.”

Pursing he suddenly asked a stupid question which nobody bothered mobe a muscle for, Nobody wants a bullet through their skull.

“Any questions?”

The hall was silent as eyes just stared at him, the nerve to ask whether there was question after what we went through today was just plain inhuman.

Noticing that no one wanted to talk, he nodded and looked at the four groups.

Pointing his finger at the one beside us he said, “ This is the crafter's.”

Pointing to the left side where the crying girl was at, her eyes now looked tired and weak as she just looked up meeting my gaze I looked elsewhere, not my fault she's scared.

“Here are the Workers.”

Pointing to the right sides people he looked at them a little too much before he said, “ These are the Watcher's.”

Then he stared at our group narrowing his eyes as he stared at all of us then his gaze landed at me and a smirk made its way to his lips as they raised up to talk.

I gulped already knowing the words that would leave his lips.

“These are the base, Our new generation Warriors!”

Shutting my eyes the only words I could say even in a time line this was, “I’m So Fucked?!”