His little one

Chapter 1: Don't try to satisfy military parents.

**** Campbell Mansion ****

It was totally a sin to call this house a Mansion.

Very much a sin.

The house was bigger than a castle and yet so gorgeous.

It was so beautiful and rosy that one couldn't imagine the cold girl that lived within.

Inside the house a family of four sat by the couch three of them stuck in a conversation.

As the little girl sat by the lonely one seat couch with her eyes closed.

Her big sister Emilia had just come back from a military mission and her parents couldn't wait to get her talking about it.

But to Emily this conversation was just another lame and boring story of holding a gun and shooting through a person's skull.

That's all and as soon as gun's were mentioned she knew her brain wouldn't be able to handle it and might as well go ballistic on her.

She didn't wanna play with guns for now. No she definitely didn't because she knew her hands wouldn't be able to let go after just one touch.

That's just how crazy she was.

Just one touch and she won't stop shooting. It's like the demoness in her was awakened with just one touch.

"Emily!" A loud male voice shouted.

"Father." She called as she opened her eyes with a cold face.

"Who are you putting on that cold face for?! Smile a little and listen to Emilia." Mr Campbell said looking at her with disappointment.

Yet again he was disappointed.

Disappointed by what exactly? Didn't he raise her to be the machine she is now?

Didn't he badly want her to hold a gun with confidence?

Wasn't this the same man that called her a disappointment for not being able to hold a gun?

But now that she could hold it and use it he was disappointed yet again?

Truly one should never try to please military parents.

Cause they'll never be satisfied with what they get. They'll want more and more and more until you finally can't give it.

"Father, I am a bit tired if you could excuse me." She said with that same cold voice.

She didn't wanna hear about b*ll$hit!

She was so crazy about guns that just one word about that cold metal could send her straight into a frenzy.

And she sure as h*ll didn't wanna do that here.

It was very clear her parents didn't understand a thing about her so why should she waste time seating there with f00ls?

"Look at her?! What a disappointment!" She heard her father's shout from downstairs.

But she couldn't care less.

Her feet hurt from running around the field for a whole six months. Her hands ached from shooting guns all through the day.

Her brain didn't hurt anymore.

After all she was already used to losing people. She was so used to the smell of blood that this clean smell offended her nose.

But her heart and brain were still in sync with each other. They still didn't feel anything. Just indifference.

It was almost like this wasn't her own life she was living but rather another person's.

As soon as she got to her room she threw herself on the bed not bothering to take her muddy boots off as she immediately closed her eyes and fell asleep.

**** Later that night ****

Emilia walked into the room and looked at Emily who was fast asleep before shaking her awake.

"What?" Emily asked opening her cold green eyes.

Although the coldness in them was lighter than before her gaze was still 50% icy.

"Wanna talk about the military?" Emilia asked knowing the answer already.

"No, just another six months." Emily said as she threw herself on the bed.

"Emily why did you turn like this? Talk to me." Emilia said as she sadly glanced at Emily.

This time Emily didn't even bother to answer.