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got one thing right: I could never forget.
    In a matter of hours, I was robbed of my family, my virginity, my childhood innocence, and a normal life. I had nothing.
    My dad was given a hero’s funeral, along with my mom and Maddy. The words ‘I’m sorry’ were forever branded into me. I stayed with Captain Frisk, his wife Diane, and their son, Gary, until my eighteenth birthday, which was only two months away. Gary and I, once best friends, had drifted apart over the last two years. He was two years my senior, liked to get high, and I didn’t. Even at seventeen I knew how he looked at me wasn’t quite right but I didn’t care, he was my best friend. My relationship ended with Gary  when decided to shut me out when I needed him most.
    The Captain and Diane were losing their son to drugs; their own family was in shambles. They didn’t need my presence to make it worse and I know that it did. I could no longer stand the vacant, lost looks they gave when I spoke to them, they didn’t know how to help me therefore it was time to go. So on the day I turned eighteen – the same day the DPD officially closed the case – I left the Frisk’s. They never brought my family's murderers to justice. For one of their own, whose family was bathed in their own blood, nothing was done.
    And so, that day marked the day I was reborn. The day I decided to take the law into my own hands. The day I became justice. I wouldn’t blame you if you felt that what I do is wrong. But to what lengths would you go to avenge your family? I am a cop’s daughter, after all. If I’m good at anything, it’s listening, learning, and adapting. So that’s what I did. I cut myself off from all ties to the DPD, The Frisks and friends, save Macy. For two years, I honed my skills in martial arts, weapons, crime, and the law.
    I needed names to go with the faces I remembered. So, I used the resources I had from watching my dad work undercover all of my life, and I perfected that art, too. This job required me to be where the crime was, so I made all the wrong friends, and hung out in all the wrong places. I watched, listened, and waited.
    As was my intention, no one saw me as a threat.
    On a Friday night, about two years later, I was given an opportunity. DJ Lethal drew a steady crowd here at Lush, but his drug use was affecting his work, and I knew it. He had liked me right away, I became a regular, and he let me spin sometimes. So when he didn’t show? Max, the owner, asked me to fill in. For one night only, of course, because technically I was still a minor, and didn’t turn twenty one for five more months.
    I was an instant hit, you could say. It turns out, men really enjoy female DJs, and my age didn’t matter anymore. I didn’t look twenty, or act twenty, anyway. I grew into my adult body, which wasn’t any taller, sadly, but Macy tells me I’m stacked. Whatever that means. Oh, and I also didn’t play pussy music.
    I started drawing my own crowd immediately. Women wanted to be seen here, and men wanted to be where the women were. The men also wanted me, which disgusted me, but I put on one hell of a show despite it. Drugs were already heavy on the scene here, but that didn’t affect me. I don’t drink or do drugs. I need to be in control of myself at all times. I knew it was just a matter of time before the men I was looking for showed. They wouldn’t remember the seventeen year old they’d abused and discarded; I’d made sure of that. But I remembered them .
    They did show, eventually, and both wanted me. For weeks, I flirted, played the game and even acted interested. The bouncers were very protective, as was my close friend Tony, which helped me to hold it together, knowing they couldn’t get near me until I allowed it. During that time, I heard things that made my vision turn red and my stomach bottom out, but I stayed true.
    No emotion. Biding my time. I could taste their deaths on my tongue like a strong latte; this made the wait