Clovis Acker…a normal name to most people but you see, it is to most people. For people who do know Clovis Acker, they are serial killers, thief's, drug dealers and the list goes on and on and on. A girl of the age 18 made grown men tremble and quake in their boots. A skilled killer, a great but dangerous beauty, and sweet faced liar. These are a few nicknames for Clovis. But, like all stories. Clovis was never the way she was for no reason.

Clovis Acker's real name is Claire Smith. A normal or rather was once a normal little girl. Innocent, kind, warm and caring. Claire grew up in a very loving household. All was well until she turned 7. One day, men barged into her home. Her mother screamed in fear and tried to carry Claire away but failed as she was pulled back by one the men.

Her father was forced to his knees. Little Claire was young and did not know much of the world, but she knew that these men were no good people. One of the men held Claire at where she stood. She was mother crying and begging to let her daughter go and her father yelling and spitting foul words at one single man.

A tall and skinny man sat down in her father's armchair and crossed his legs. A cigarette between his long and thin fingers. Puffs of smoke slipped out of his mouth. His eyes were bored and empty. After what seemed to be an eternity, the man at last spoke and little Claire was shocked. His voice was deep and raspy, unlike her father's clear and gentle tone.

The man talked about Claire's father owing him money, her father begged and yelled for more time. The tall man said nothing then said that there would be another way,

"Give me your daughter."

Her parents immediately began to thrash against their restraints, yelling and cursing the man for being such a cold blooded being. The man then suddenly donned an angry expression. Everything happened in seconds. Suddenly, one of his hatch men pulled out his gun and in the next second, two very distinctive and clear shots were made. One moment, her parents were yelling in fear and in the next, they were silent.

Claire saw blood pool on the floor. Claire did not cry or scream, instead she watched as her parents bodies fell to the floor and land with a thump. Claire slowly moved away from where she had been standing and walked towards her parents. She knelt down in her parent's blood and she touched her mother's outstretched arm. Her mother's once cheery face was now set with an empty look.

Blood began to soak little Claire's dress and knees but she continued on to stare and stare at her mother's face. Then she felt a sharp pain in her neck and a cold voice telling her to sleep. Claire didn't try to fight as the drug began to take effect and she was soon knocked out cold. Just before she began to lose consciousness, she saw her parents being dragged away by their feet and their blood smearing the cold and white marble floor.