Wasn't I Supposed To Be The Side Character?

Fiona woke up in a dark place, her eyesight could barely penetrate the deep layers of the dim interior. It was barely enough for her to see the edges of the room. After trying to move she released she was bound tightly with her arms behind her back. Her face was gagged but it couldn't stop the slowly smell of something putrid invading her nose. 

Nervous she pushed herself against the wall hoping to make herself smaller even though there was nothing else in the room. Her body started shaking uncontrollably and tears dripping from her eyes but this surprised even her. She was scared on the inside but her body reacted without consent from her mind. It seemed like a deep memory had come out and the trauma had simply been pushed away until it rose up again.

The window slide on the metal door opened with a slam and scared Fiona out of her wits. The light coming through was blinding to her but she adjusted quickly. A pair of beady black eyes were staring at her and she pulled back from the gaze. But there was no where to hide in this small room. The murmurings outside of the door were a lot louder now the window slot was open.

"The product is a good batch this time boss, can we get extra?" A voice w.h.i.n.ed behind the door. The pair of eyes swivelled around the window slot was shut quickly. Fiona couldn't hear the contents of the conversation but she could tell with the yelling that someone isn't happy.

Fiona was left alone again as tears fell from her eyes.

"Somebody…" she cried out softly but the room was quiet to her please.

Out on the street one of the two dressed in black had put his cigarette out, grinding the embers under his foot.

"Did you hear when we'll get the buyer?" The one who put his cigarette asked, obviously bored from how quiet it was. The other scowled.

"Shut up and don't talk. You don't who's listen" he responded and turned away from the other man to face the straight. The other let out a scoff as he patted his pockets for another cigarette. A terrible crunch sound was heard and the man let out a m.o.a.n, his hand still caught halfway in his jacket to pick out a light.

A metal pipe was lodged in his skull as the other turned at the sound, readying himself. His hand already on the holster of a magnum pistol he kept at the hip. Soon a kid appeared and walked over calmly. Reaching the body he stood on it and tore the pipe out of the man's skull. Pieces of blood and brain matter oozzed on the street as he wiped it on the dead man's clothes. 

The other guard was terrified but still held firm.

"W-w-who are you?" The guard said shaking from the sight of a murderous kid and keeping his hand tight on his pistol as he eyed the dangerous child. But the child just grinned at him in answer. Just as he was about to pull his pistol out the kid appeared in front of him.

"Just desserts" he said as he swung the pipe down in a swift motion. Unlike the previous guard the metal pipe didn't stab the but crushed his face in half, blood oozing from his eyes and nose as his head was half caved in.

"Welp since the dogs are out of the way, it's time to kick their owners and walked inside the building.