The yard looked much the same, except for the odd coloured van. It was a very distasteful green, and was larger than your average caravan. I ran towards the house, not caring about anything but the innocent victim that would be their main target.

Dad.

"Dad?!" I yelled without thinking. The men would surely turn on me now. But, I was ready, I had been shown a few martial arts moves. Dad used to train fighters and the local gym. He showed me shortly after the rapist incident.

I opened the door quietly, hearing very faint voices just down the hall. My dad's room no doubt. As I got closer, the voices got louder, turning from a barley audible whisper, to a yell.

"We are going to ask you one more time, Mr. Marugo, where is your daughter?Where is Rinaya Lynn Marugo?" This voice was a deep, masculine voice. Deep and mysterious, it kinda reminded me of Audra.

"I-I told you... I haven't... seen her since... yesterday..." His familiar voice was pained, and broken. They had hurt him, there was no questioning that. There was movement followed but a sharp cry of pain. I cringed.

"Worthless, this isn't getting us anywhere. Tell us now!" This time, a woman's voice echoed through the house. Her high pitched voice was annoying and demanding. I instantly felt a wave of hatred towards her. I felt a rush of adrenaline wash through my body, forcing my feet to move forward. I was in the room before I even realized it. I smiled sarcastically, but then noted the man lying on the floor, his face bruised and swollen. There were small gashes on his once kind, soft face. I felt my heart stop. Suddenly, the man was standing in my face. As my eyes adjusted, I noted the gun held in my direction.

"Rinaya?" The husky masculine voice asked. I glared at him, feeling rage flowing within my body.

"Who's asking?" I realized the voice was mine. Even though all breath was trapped within my lungs, I was still able to create sound.

"Now, now young lady. We're the ones asking the questions..." The woman came up behind him, crossing her arms and smirking at me. Bitch...

"Rinaya... If that is indeed your name, we need you to come with us. Our master has requested your presence." The man lowered his gun, which was a very bad move on his part. I swung a kick to his face, but he caught it and spun me to the floor, but I managed to catch myself. I then swiveled my body, releasing his hold on my ankle and regained my stance.

"Feisty... Let me take this one." The woman walked towards me, motioning with her fingers for me to strike. I obliged, thrusting my fist towards her face, she dodged and returned the attack. I grabbed her arm and threw her to the floor. I stood on her chest and looked towards the man, smirking. He shook his head, smiled and the fight broke out. Punches and kicks were thrown left and right, we each took our fair amount of hits, then they brought out knives. My stomach twisted. I was just barely out numbered. The woman took the first run at me, swinging like a maniac. Her screams of rage filling the room, I dodged one after another. Eventually she was able to make contact. I felt my skin rip at random intervals, and feel the rush of a hot, liquid run down my skin.

"Rinaya, please. Stop this foolishness. We don't want to hurt your... father." The man looked at my father, weakening still from his previous wounds. His eyes were apologetic, and pleading. It made me feel uncomfortable, seeing such pain in his eyes. The gun clicked and I watched my father's frail lips mouth the words 'I'm sorry.'

His head jerked to the floor as I heard the sound of the trigger crash into the evening air. I opened my mouth in horror, but producing no sound. I felt my knees give, and I crawled to the now motionless body of my father. I covered my mouth with both of my hands, staring into the once kind, soft eyes of my father. The man came over to me and grabbed my forearm. I thrust my fist as hard as I could, nailing him in the jaw with my fist, hearing his bones snap under the pressure of my rage. He slapped me across the face, and cursed as the woman grabbed me by the hair.

"Ahh... Come on. Let's just leave her. She's not worth it." She scoffed.

"What do you mean she's not worth it." A new voice entered the room. This one was hoarse, dry. He sounded almost like a demon, like the grim reaper, or worse.

"Sir!"

"What do you want us to do with her? She is a feisty little-"

"Now, now. There's no need for such language in my presence. Did she inflict those marking upon you?" I heard footsteps behind me, but my eyes were still transfixed on he corpse of my dad.

"Yes sir..." Growled the scrawny woman.

He chuckled, "You can't even stand up to a 19 year old girl? Even so, she is not ready for the task she is required to accomplish. We shall leave her until she is trained up proper. Come now."

"What would you like us to do with the body?" The man questioned his master.

"Leave it."

They walked around me, the woman proceeding to kick me, but something stopped her. I listened until their footsteps left the house, leaving me with the body of my father, leaving me to watch his once rosy skin turn pale, and cold. I was shaking uncontrollably, dry sobs wracking my body. I backed against the wall, getting as far away from the body as I could. I grabbed the phone of the bedside table beside me. With shaky fingers, I pulled the business card Uriel had given me out of my pocket. I had no one else left who cared, but the two strangers that I had only met hours before.