"honey I'm home!" my father screams through the apartment. I walk into the kitchen to grab some coffee.

"you talking to me or the hooker in your bedroom!" I yell back smirking.

"there's a hooker in my bedroom?!" he says and he runs to his room "Hey there's no hooker!" he whines.

"hey yell a little louder why don't ya I don't think the while apartment building heard ya." I say laughing.

"you know you are quite the smartass... Like me! I've never been so proud" he says.

"well woah-" I turn around and find my dad basically swiss cheese.

"oh um there was a lot and I mean A LOT of bad guys tonight" he says "so I'm gonna go to sleep night my little demon!"

*does dad love us I mean he doesn't really act like a dad he acts more like a bada** best friend*

Of course he does he wouldn't be so protective if not I mean come on he doesn't let me out of the damn apartment.

*he's probably just been really busy lately.hey maybe if we ask he'll train us tomorrow.*

Yeah maybe. But I highly doubt it. -pulls out a gun-

*wh-where did you get that??*

Dads closet.

* what if he found out! We would be in so much trouble!*

Relax ok? He'll never find out..probably.

*I say we go shoot shit!"

Hey that sounds like fun.

*oh no no no no I say we stay home where we are safe--you don't care what I say so lets just get it over with..*

Now your speaking my language!

I head to my room putting on my red and black plaid skirt, black leggings, knee high black leather boots, leather biker gloves, my black tank top, and black hoodie. I grab my dads emergency set of twin katanas placing them in the holder on my back and placing the gun at my hip. oh and don't forget my red and black bandana and dagger at my ankle.

Now lets go kick some ass!
-cracks knuckles-