Katy Jones (A short Creepypasta story)

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Katy and her parents lived a happy life together, her dad, Ray, was a soldier. He sometimes teached Katy how to shoot guns and self defense. Her mom, Kathrine, was a nurse. She was currently pregnant, so soon Katy would get a baby brother. Katy was currently 4 years old and they moved from L.A to New York to spend the summer vacation there. Ray opens the door to they're new house by a lake, while Kathrine's holding Katy. "Welcome to our new house!" He says as they step in. Kathrine puts Katy down, so she can explore the house, "Wow..its really big!" Katy yells as she starts to run around the house. "You can go choose your room, while me and your father unpack." Kathrine sais, smiling happily. Katy runs upstairs, where the bedrooms were. She looks around every room, then she finds the bedroom with the lake view. When she stepped in she already knew, that this was her room. She runs to the window and looks out. She sees the lake and the big city, when she looks down she sees her parents moving things out of the truck. She opens the window. "Mommy, daddy, look up here!" she yells and waves. "Did you choose a room, Sweetie?" Kathrine asks. Katy nods with a big smile on her face. When the furniture and other things were moved inside the house and placed, Kathrine started making dinner. Ray was reading the news paper, while sitting on a chair in the living room and Katy was drawing on the living room floor. "What are you drawing, Katy?" Ray asks. Katy gets up from the floor and shows him the drawing. "I drew a picture of me, you, mommy and my baby brother." She answers. Ray puts down the paper and looks at the drawing "Heheh, aren't you a little artist?" Ray says. "What are we going to call him?" Katy asks. "Hmm..we don't know yet..what would you want to call him?" Ray says. "Maybe some fun name, like Snowball!" Katy answers. "Maybe for some pet, but not for a baby" Ray laughs. "Well if we get a pet I want its name to be Snowball." Katy says with a serious look on her face. "It's a deal, then." Ray says and then continues to read the paper. "Dinner's ready!" Kathrine yells from the kitchen. Ray and Katy walk together to the table and sit down, Kathrine brings the food to the table. When they finish eating Katy's parents go back to work and Katy goes in her room to play with her toys. The sun rises and the first one to wake up is Katy. She jumps out of bed and runs to her parents' room. She jumps on the middle of the bed yelling "Wake up! Wake up! It's a special day!" "Did they load the bomb?" Ray asks as he slowly wakes up. Katy hits him on top of the head gently. "No, silly. It's my birthday!" Katy yells. "And how old were you again?" Ray asks while getting up. "Umm..1..2..3..4..5..5 years old!" Katy counts with her fingers. Katy's mom gets out of bed and walks to the door. "We have some presents for you, Sweetie, but first breakfast." Kathrine says. "Yay!" Katy yells and runs down stairs, her mom following behind her. They eat breakfast, open gifts and spend time together at the city, when something unexpected happens... "Huh?" Ray looks around.. "Is something wrong?" Kathrine asks. "I think I heard something.." Ray starts walking towards an alleyway, pulling out his gun. "Be careful.." Kathrine says with worry writen all over her face. Ray steps into the alleyway, in a moment Kathrine and Katy hear gun shots and screaming. "Oh my gosh! Katy hide, now!" Kathrine says as she runs to the alleyway. Katy hides behind a dumpster and hears more screaming. She comes out from her hiding place and stands in front of the alleyway, her eyes widen and tears start streaming down her cheeks. "Mommy? D-daddy?" She cries. She sees her parents lying dead in a pool of blood. She quickly runs to them and falls down next to the dead bodies. "Wake up! W-wake up!" She yells, she looks up and sees three men running away as the cop cars' lights and sirens could be seen and heard behind Katy. "It's a special day..." Katy cries quietly. The cops run to the bodies, some of them looking around. One of the cops runs next to Katy. "Are you ok?" He asks. Katy stays silent.. "We got to get you out of here, come with me." he says. Katy thinks bitterly to herself "I don't want to go..I-I want..revenge." the cop picks her up, but Katy quickly shakes herself out of the cop's grip and starts running towards her house. At the house she runs into the room, where her dad usually does some of his work. She knows he had hid weapons in there. She looks through the closet, the work bench and under her dad's bed. She found two pistols, few grenades, daggers, a big sword and lots of ammo. She runs into her own room and changes her clothes from a light blue shirt and a pink skirt to a grey shirt, (dark) blue hoodie and black pants. She found herself some gloves that would be good for shooting and a yellow hat. She started roaming from town to town, training a d occasionally finding people, that would train her to get better at shooting, defense and combat. At the age of 11 she had become a professional assassin with one goal on her mind, take her revenge. Katy dedicated her life to guns, swords and anything dead, but mainly, finding the people who killed her parents and teaching them a lesson. Katy became a vicious killer and at the age of 16, she had already been to prison 4 times and been held in a mental asylum 2 times. On one of her prison breaks she found a friend, a companion. A small jumping rat with green eyes and golden fur had appeared in her "room" and brought her the keys. Katy had named him Sebastian and from then on, he had always stayed by her side. (Mostly under her hat) Katy has also been a part of many gangs she has met in the streets and has been in street fights also, winning every single one of them with only a few bruises. That's the life she had chosen...or better yet..the life she was chosen to be a part of. Even with the many scars, wounds, bruises and risks in her life, Katy doesn't regret a single thing, except one; when she was too afraid to go after her parent's killers the moment she saw them. She would never forgive herself and she would never let herself be even the tiniest of bits afraid, not even a second.