Rated M for Voilence, Language, Murder, and umm... I would say more, but I don't want to give anything away. So, please read and enjoy!

That smell.

That disgusting, salty smell.
It was fresh.. -and continuous.

"Mama..?"

No response.

"…Mama..?"

The little girl stood in the doorway of that room which was soaked in red. Her black hair matted to her ebony skin. Her cheeks stained with fresh tears which fell from gray eyes. She clenched the bottom of her night gown tightly; holding on for dear life. She wished she could see. The moon shining in through the window wasn't enough to light her way. But it was enough to see all the red.

Covering the ceiling.
Splattered on the walls.
Staining the bed sheets.
Dripping on the floor.

She stepped closer.

"..M-Mama..?"

Silence.

She stepped closer to that bed; her little feet making squishing sounds on the tattered carpet. It was sticky. Sticky and thick. The smell got stronger and stronger. It made her cough. Made her gag. She couldn't take it. Why did it smell that way? It was the worst smell she had ever experienced in her 4 years of life. She stepped closer.

Finally.

She had finally made it. Maybe then her silent mother would comfort her.

She then saw her. Her long black hair matted to her neck. Her back facing the little girl. She was sleeping the soundest sleep that the girl had ever seen. But she needed to wake up. She needed to tell the girl why the room was so different. So..-colorful. The little girl reached out; tapping her mother's shoulder.

"..Mama."

She tapped harder.

"..MAMA.."

She was getting nervous. She mustered up all her strength to pull her mother so that she was facing her. Why was she so sleepy? She just went to bed about 30 minutes ago. And the girl could've sworn she heard her moving in the last few minutes. Why was she so still now? So lifeless?

Finally. She managed to turn her mother's face into her own view.

And the girl couldn't hold back her scream…

Four years later.

Woodcrest.
The little suburbia where kids got straight A's.
Where Caucasians played checkers.
And where everybody had pools.

It was a Saturday morning. The sun shined brightly on the spacious suburbia. Birds chirped, a few cars honked, and little white kids were playing like wild animals. Laughing and running around; obviously excited about getting away from the stress of school. Yes, it seemed like every kid was outside and enjoying this perfect day.

Well, almost every kid..

"Aww, come on, man! Cheatin' ass game! This shit is stupid!"

The little 8 year old boy yelled as he slammed the Play Station controller down on the floor. His brown corn rolls flew wildly behind his head as he jumped up from his original spot on the carpet. Fire was in his eyes as he read the screen of the television. It was written in bold red letters.

GAME OVER.

"I don't think it's the game that's stupid."

A calm voice said behind him.

The 8 year old known as Riley Freeman turned his attention to the voice that was heard behind him. A snarl was apparent on his face.

His brow was furred.
His fists were clenched.
He was pissed.

"Nigga, shut up!", he yelled at his older brother.

The 10 year old looked up from his book. The look on his face showed that he wasn't amused by his brother's comment. He was known as Huey Freeman. Well known, actually. You could see that big ass bush from a mile away. Huey just rolled his eyes and went on reading his book. He didn't have time for an ignorant conversation that Riley would surely try to start. Ignoring it was the best way to avoid it.

Seeing as though Huey had nothing to say, Riley expressed a satisfied look on his face. "..I thought so.." he said as he turned back towards the screen. The red words "GAME OVER" were still blinking on the screen and Riley shook his head in disappointment. Why did his games always have to cheat?

"RILEY! Get off that game!"

A voice boomed from the doorway of the living room. Riley looked up with an annoyed look on his face. There was his granddad; walking in the living room with an anxious expression on his features.

Granddad, or Robert Freeman, was a man in his late 50's. He had light gray hair, glasses, and a bad attitude. But he had good reason. Dealing with two rowdy grandsons and living in a town where people's skin were as white as snow really took a toll on a man of his stature. Robert walked to the end of the living room and sat in his big brown chair. He sat back and reclined his feet; making a grunting sound in the process. Riley knew that once he sat down in that chair, he wouldn't be getting up for a while.

"Give me the remote. My stories is on." Robert said motioning his hand towards Riley. Judging by the stern look on his face, it was apparent that he wasn't playing around.

Riley huffed. "Nigga, nobody wanna watch yo' gay ass stories.." he mumbled.

"What you say?" Robert said daring Riley to say something smart. His hand was reaching for his belt on his waist, and his eyes were piercing.

"Nothin'!" Riley replied quickly. as he brought the remote in his direction. He didn't want to get yet another whipping from his grandfather. That shit hurt!

"Yeah, I thought so." Robert snatched the remote out of Riley's hand and changed the channel.

Riley rolled his eyes and walked over to the couch on the other side of the living room. He plopped down on it and closed his eyes. Yes, he was pissed about Robert giving him attitude all the damn time, but he didn't feel like arguing about it at this point. He lost his game, Huey said some slick shit, and he had to sit here and listen to his granddad's gay ass stories. An argument was NOT going to make the situation better.

"What the hell?" Robert boasted.

Riley opened one eye to see what he was fussing about now. Robert had his attention turned towards the television. Apparently, his stories were interrupted by breaking news.

Riley had to chuckle a little.

"That's what the fuck this nigga gets. Tryin' to clown me. Ha!" Riley thought with a grin.

"Rick, I'm standing here in front of the courtroom in Trinidad, DC., where Candice Evans has been tried as an adult in the infamous stabbing and murder of Victoria Evans four years ago. The case had been cold until 3 months ago when police found some new evidence linking Candice to the murder. Spectators say that there was no way that a daughter could murder her mother in cold blood, but obviously the judge thought otherwise…"

The anchorwoman paused and held her ear. Her face was stern as she received some new information. After a few more seconds, she brought her eyes back towards the camera and began.

"…Rick, I'm just getting word that Candice is also a suspect of the disappearance of her father, Thomas Evans, and her older sister, Shanita Evans. Police believe that she may have gotten help in getting rid of the other two victims, and-"

Granddad shook his head and crossed his arms. "These people are crazy. I bet it was one of those white teens. Mhm, those heffah's kill their parents all the time.." he ranted. "I'm glad they tried her as an adult. Shiiit. We don't need anymore crazy bitches running around. Uh uhh!." he continued.

Riley couldn't help but chuckle. "Maaaan bitches is crazy! Stupid too. See, real niggas like me don't get caught, Nah' mean? And she killed her motha', AND got rid of tha' rest of her fam'? Nah. That ain't a good look."

"Not getting caught for four years is impressive, though.." Huey cut in, not even looking up from his book. Everybody stopped and stared. When the hell did HE get in to the conversation?

"Man, that don't mean nothin'. Not gettin' caught at all, now that is impressin'. Real niggas don't get caught up. See, real niggas be on the down low. Ahh..no homo. That bitch was probably broadcastin' her business all over the damn place. Ya'll know how hoes can't shut up." Riley went on. "Some bitch nigga probably snitched."

"Will you shut the hell up? I'm trying to listen!" Robert yelled.

"…Candice's main trial will be held in Woodcrest in a few months time. Reason being, is because her Aunt is her only living relative and seeing as though she's a minor, she isn't suitable of staying on her own…"

"AWW, HELL NAW!" Riley yelled. "She comin' here?"

"SHH!" Robert said.

"….When asked about her innocence Candice had this to say.."

Riley and Robert sat at the edge of their seat, waiting for the face of the other to show. During this whole news report, not one time did they show the suspects face. They had an idea about what she looked like. A highly emotional white teenager with a crazed look in her eyes. Yelling at the camera saying that she wasn't guilty. Hair matted to her forehead and having way too much dark eye shadow on. Yep. They've seen it too many times before. Seeing that episode of disaster was always amusing to them. Especially when it was on the news and there for the world to see. Same old, same old.

…But… when the camera cut to the next scene, the face that was staring back at them made Granddad and Riley's jaw drop. Even Huey had to raise a brow.

There, on the screen was a little girl. She looked about 8. She had gray eyes and black hair that stopped at her shoulders. Along with a died red streak of hair that lay by her light brown face. But that wasn't what made her different. Under her right eye was a deep scar in the frightening shape of a lightning bolt.. It had obviously been there for a while, because it was scabbed, and rough looking. But despite her unique features, she was a cute little girl. Certainly not the killer that the audience had expected. The little girl known as Candice Evans looked right into the camera. Her gray eyes unmoving and cold. A permanent pout etched on her lips and her brows furred in a menacing fashion. Her face would make a chill go down even the toughest nigga's spine. Her eyes seemed to look right through you… with such hatred. The girl took a while to speak. She looked as if she were studying the camera, trying to see all the faces that were certainly staring back at her. After a few more awkward seconds, she murderer finally spoke.

"…Are you (BLEEP)in' stupid? Am I "innocent". Do you think anything I have to say will make a damn difference? I don't answer stupid (BLEEP)in' questions. Get the (BLEEP)in' camera out my face."

Her face didn't change. She didn't yell. She didn't blink.

Her tone was calm.
Low.
Eerie.

Then, the camera cut back to the anchorwoman.

"..Only time will tell if Candice is innocent or not. But if she is guilty, she will most likely get the death sentence when-"

Robert turned the television off.

The Freeman living room was silent. Everyone had to gather their thoughts and get them organized. They had never seen any shit like that before. An 8 year old murderer? Now, that was some mental asylum type shit. The Freeman family looked from one another, obviously surprised at what they've just witnessed. How can an 8 year old do some foul shit like that? And by the look on her face, it seemed as if she didn't give a fuck. What a cruel world they were living in.

After a few more seconds, Robert finally spoke.

"Damn…"

That was all he could say.

"..Yeah…that is crazy…" Riley replied under his breath. For some reason, he couldn't get that face out of his mind. And those eyes. Those gray eyes. They seemed to stare right at him. Right through him. He couldn't believe someone his age could do some shit like that to their moms and fam'. And the fact that she's a bitch made it even more astounding. "Damn.. that's a scary ass bitch! She crazy as fuck!" he thought to himself as he shifted his weight on the couch. He suddenly got uncomfortable for some reason.

But.. then he thought about it.

A little girl stabbing her mother? ..AND getting rid of all the possible witnesses?

"Wait.. That's an 8 year old girl. Nah, an 8 year old little bitch! HA! The fuck was I thinkin'? She couldn't do no G shit like killin' somebody! And getting' rid of tha' rest of tha' family? Ain't no way. Damn, I was trippin' for a sec." Riley shook his head at the thought. "Hmmph. Killin' somebody. I don't believe that shit."

"You know she's guilty, right." Huey said, cutting off Riley's thoughts.

Riley broke out of his train of thought and turned towards Huey with a questionable yet surprised look. Was he serious?

"Nigga, is you crazy? She ain't do that. Did you see that girl? Yeah, she look crazy as hell, and said some crazy shit for tha' camera, but she ain't kill nobody!" Riley had to break out in a laugh. He held his stomach, wiped his teary eyes and continued. "Maaan, I bet you when she get here, she gon' be as soft as Jazmine!"

Huey stared at Riley and shook his head in disappointment. Riley obviously didn't understand his statement. "I never said she killed anybody. I just said she was guilty…" He repeated.

"What the hell is you talkin' about? That don't make no sense. If she ain't kill nobody, how is she guilty?" Riley quizzed.

"Yeah, what the hell you talkin' 'bout boy?" Robert jumped in, after being silent for a minute.

Huey sighed and closed his book. He didn't even know why he tried. "..Nothing."

Riley shook his head. "Nigga, you stupid."

"Mhhhm.." Robert added.

Huey then got up, gathered his book and proceeded to walk towards the exit of the Freeman living room. He never did like being around ignorance for too long. It made his head spin thinking about all the things he could say, but didn't.

"Where you goin' boy?" Robert asked, looking towards Huey's direction.

"To prepare."

"Fo' what?" Riley asked, confused.

Huey sighed one last time. He then looked back at his brother and grandfather. They were so unaware of the events that were going to happen when that girl arrived to the quiet little suburbia known as Woodcrest. But then again, they weren't too much aware of anything that went on in this world. After staring at them for a few more awkward seconds, Huey finally spoke.

"You'll see.."

With that, Huey turned back towards the exit and disappeared up the wooden staircase.

Riley looked towards Robert.
Robert looked at Riley.

A few more seconds of silence.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

They laughed for almost 5 minutes straight. Huey was always so over dramatic.

"AAAY!" Riley yelled. "The HELL is wrong wit' him!" He had to wipe some more tears out of his eyes that time. Huey was always trying to scare somebody. But that never worked on Riley. "That nigga is retarded! Preparing for what? An 8 year old "killer"?", He thought to himself as he shook his head.

"Ain't nothing' gonna happen when she get here. I run these streets! And ain't no bitch 'bout to change that."