It was a day of the most intrigue darkness, forever branded in my soul. The person shot all four tires of our Jeep, and gagged Daddy as he went to seek for a tow car. Mommy and I were flabbergasted, yet struggled and retaliated as much as possible against the abduction.

That wasn't a good idea.

The abductor took us to his caravan, dragging us on the way. With three thumps and a bang, he was ready speeding down an I-don't-know what-number-is-it motorway.

I gasped. Being only a whiny 12-year-old on vacation in the Bay Area of San Francisco, not knowing what was happening was the only thought on my head. Stay calm, Titania, crying could do no good now. It might make Mr. Baddie angry and you could die.

I bit my lip and pulled myself together. Behave, Titania! Try to help Daddy! I ordered myself.

Glancing up, I caught a glimpse of Daddy's face. His countenance was twisted in pain and agony. Uneasiness shot through my system as I caught sight of some runny, crimson liquid rolling down the corner of his mouth. Summoning all my stamina I stopped myself from screaming, yet my mind was entangled. I saw Mommy clutching at her shirt, and I suddenly had an idea.

I bit a small fragment off my favorite blouse - white, with a sky blue ribbon printed in the front - and pressed it against Daddy's lips. Blood kept oozing out of the fragment of fabric, staining my fingers. Despite being a phobia of blood, I ignored the viscous, lukewarm blood on my fingertips. I tore another shred of cloth from my shirt and pressed it harder against the first piece of fabric.

Suddenly the car came to a halt. Before I knew it, I was forced brutally out of the caravan, and was greeted by a dark room orated with a deadly atmosphere. The light flickered, and the white light shone from above us, making the room twice as spooky.

I was still dazed at things happening surrounding me. The next thing I knew, I was sitting opposite to Daddy and Mommy. It felt so weird without Daddy or Mommy by my side; yet I didn't expect that the ride in the caravan was the last time on earth I could ever sit next to my beloved parents.

Mr. Baddie took out something dark and shiny. My breath was sucked through my teeth clenched with fear.

It was a revolver.

Wait. That were two revolvers.

I still remember how Mr. Baddie told Daddy that out fate depended on his very decision.

"Harry Chen. Your pretty wife and cute daughter's lives depend on you." Mr. Baddie grinned in a sinister manner.

"Wh... What do you want me to do?" Daddy feebly asked, his palm clamped against the corner of his mouth where the two pieces from my blouse were soaked in blood.

"Be my guest." Mr. Baddie leaned closer.

"Here are two identical revolvers. One is a lighter while one gives real bullets. Take one, aim at the Bull's eye, and pull the trigger."

I read despair in Daddy's eyes. Augury was written all over his features.

Daddy picked the farther one and did as told.

Nothing but a tiny flame came out.

My heart lurched to the throat as I realized death wasn't far.

With a smile like a snake's bare fangs, Mr. Baddie fired clean into Daddy's forehead with the real revolver. Another ear-deafening shot was clear before I saw Mommy embracing Daddy's corpse with blood oozing out from her raven black mane.

I fainted to my side as a sharp pain tore through me, and drifted into darkness and silence.