"Mommy teach me that song again!" Young Y/N begs of her mother as she walks hand in hand with her parents, knowing the entire song by heart but wanting her mommy to sing it again despite that.
"Again Y/N? Surely you remember it by now," she chuckles softly before beginning to hum a tune despite her words. There was nothing more she loves than singing, well her husband and baby girl, but hobby wise she loved singing most.
(The Owl and the Pussy-Cat by Edward Lear)
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"
Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
You ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
So they took it way and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
"Perfect as always my dear," Y/N's father smiles, pulling his wife in for a kiss and chuckling softly to his little girl's usual input to such an action.
"Eewww gross daddy! No kissing mommy!" Y/N cries, walking a few paces ahead of her parents doing gross stuff again before turning around with a grin when she was sure they had finished. "I love you both!"
"And we love you Y/N," the couple laughs, smiling at one another before kneeling down to hold their arms out to their child, fate being kind enough to allow their daughter's smiling face to be the last thing they see before death carried them to the next phase after life.
Y/N's features light up when her parents kneel down for a hug, the group hug always being her favorite because she felt lots and lots of love from both her parents. She goes to run to them with a large grin on her features until her features draw into a terrified scream that mixes with two resounding gun shots, stumbling a few steps back before finally landing on her rump as blood coats the front of her body.
"M-Mommy...D-Daddy...," the young girl whimpers before her eyes widen to the male covered head to toe in black stepping towards her, quickly scrambling to her feet before taking off at a run as fast as her little feet would take her, tears streaming down her cheeks and blurring her eyesight as she searches for safety.
The commotion drew a crowd as the perpetrator made an easy disappearance into an alley before working to follow the escaping child, a light curse leaving his chest when he loses sight of her. He searches for a while before giving up and reporting back to his boss. The brat was too terrified to find a safe place and couldn't claim why her parents were killed or else she'd end up locked up in a crazy ward. With luck she'd starve to death and die.
You see the two parents are the youngest children of a family involved in a drug rink, their parents/Y/N's grandparents being the right hand of the organizations very leader. The couple despised the situation they were brought up in and ran away into hiding, their only mistake, not going to the police and entering witness protection. They were young and grew up fearing they'd be thrown in jail were they to contact the police in anyway and taught their daughter the same. It was an honest mistake but had it not been made then surely today's events wouldn't have happened? Although fate works in unimaginable ways and for all anyone knew even under a protection program could have lost them their lives.
As for the fate of young Y/N? Should word of her survival reach the boss's ears, chances are she'd be hunted down like a wild animal and murdered in cold blood. All for being the child of those that left the king of drugs. You don't choose where you're born or how your life begin, but when the opportunity presents itself there are numerous ways you can change what people call fate.