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..Crumbled cookie..

Everyone got into their positions as they move around to get a better clearance. Franklin was nowhere to be seen, good sign. Whisp was grinning as he walked to a near by building with a ladder attached to it and climbed cautiously.

"The whole game was to be set up directly as the opposite wants it to look." Franklin had once said and it still didn't make sense to Ashley yet.

Ario set himself up in a further position than the rest. Moon was set closer to the dock, though it was still further. Franklin had shown up soon enough when a man in a pink jacket and a navy blue buttoned shirt underneath.

Franklin didn't look as happy as he would be, but why not, we're getting paid the amount we were promised.

"Franklin Kipper, your a lot different than I expected, maybe its just the hair that throws it all off." The man said, rubbing his hair back, it was smooth and silky, sign that he was rich.

"Phecher. May we just make this quick and simple without any issues." Franklin had glanced down at his watch.

"No. I want to get to know you first, how did you become such a thief and nightmare of the night that everyone in this city fears?" Phecher twists a button on his sleeve than down by his wrist.

Phechers bodyguards were by him, 2, enough to take franklin down in an instant. Well, if that's how phecher thought.

Ashley had moved from her spot, speciating the scene and quietly moving around the area. She went up to one of the guards Phecher had stationed to watch out for any other members of Franklin's crew who would try to interrupt their 'trade' which she didn't think it'll be a problem taking him down.

Ashley hits him with the handle of her two pistols and kicked him in between in legs. Knowing it wouldn't be that easy to do things. Slipping past him, knowing what he was. He was securing the area for his boss but for the real money?

Ashley thought she'd have to go warn Franklin of the fake money Phecher was about to hand over. Ashley turned around but their were another set of guards with guns pointed to her. Her hands were firmly gripped to her handle of her pistols now.

"Rat." One shouted, they all smiled because they thought she was captured, out numbered, out gunned.

"Well, so much for not being quiet about this." Ashley sighed, her fingers twitched against the handles, she stared at them as if she was identifying their bio or what move they'll make.

"Well..here we go." She said to herself, biting her lip hard.

"Get up!" Her mother yelled, grabbing her hair. Yanking her up from the bed as she let go and let her skinny fingers retreat to her hips. Ashley's gaze shifted up to her mothers stomach as she didn't want to meet eye contact.

Rosanne, mother of Ashley. Cruel and unfair, unlike her father, he occasionally steps in and stops her. Only when he sees or hears the abuse go on but that hardly happens.

Berald, her father. The nicest man. The only man she could relate to and have fun with, until his sudden death. The lack of care my mother gave towards him though she did shed a tear at his funeral.

"Basement...now!" Was the place she'd normally when her mother couldn't stand to have her around.

Don't give in. Ashley would normally tell herself. Because in that moment of hesitation she knows I've given up to fight. After a while that "she" would be a "They or he"

"Last time you disrespect me!" Rosanne yelled, slamming the door open for her to go out of. She did disrespect but for a good reason, her mother called her a 'Bitch' the one word that was used often. The one word he hated. She had ran to her room every time that word came up and the consequence of doing so was either a beating or basement.

"...Father why won't you stop her?" Ashley once whispered to herself in the corner of the basement that had the most darkness. She hated the light which it would mean she was back upstairs with her crocodile of a mother.

The darkness gave her peace and would feel like a blanket towards the threatening light of fear. She would curl up and let the shadows consume her.

One night a dream came to her, it was a scene of her killing her mother. She had cried a little in her sleep, knowing, thinking she wouldn't do that. Thinking she was too weak and small to do such a thing and would lead to something more than a spank.

Her small nails dug into her wrist as the same dream occurred several nights while she was in the basement. Same ending same Beginning. Same terrifying sound of her scream than the silence.

"Oh. God." She said quietly, staring at the light. Sweating and cold,the dream giving her nothing but a full stomach of what if.

A night after, it was over. But the only dream that happened was one with herself. It was like a mirror, giving a few of herself but on the other side she was happy but on the real side she was sad and confused. Pitch black, just like the basement. Herself in the same clothing, she was holding hands with the happy Ashley. The happier version whispering something in her ear as she grinned evilly, combining together as one. The sad version had the knife as she screamed from the feeling in her stomach that felt like claws.

Ashley woke up, seeing her mother on the floor. She was out of the basement? When she peered closer to Rosanne, there was a slice close to her stomach area. I didn't do it. She told herself. Though he hated her mother for everything and specially for 'killing' her father. She didn't want to admit harming her and didn't have the logic to put it all together.

Ashley tried desperately to wake her up but blood spilled from the deepened up. She looks down at the small pool of water, it being her own tears. Not even realizing she was crying. But for what?

The memory of her mother calling her a bitch just made things harder for her to feel the burning sorrow for her.

That dream
It came true.