Hunter (Sherlock Fanfiction)

Chapter 6: The Krugerstag twins

A/N: I said I was going to do more on them lol, this was started at like half four in the morning on Saturday so I don't know how this will go lol. Also like major TW for this chapter if you don't like gore. 

'Number 0022 and 0023 (Agent 22 and 23):

Notes:

Eliza and Rosaline Krugerstag (Surveillance level 1- high), twins. Parents gave them up as they could not afford to raise them but were murdered shortly after. Both twins have shown heightened intelligence and lack of empathy. Genetically experimented on, no change. 

They can play complex and dangerous mind games that often drive people into insanity. They can also use the fact that they are identical twins to confuse victims. Their naturally pale skin, dark hair and blue eyes makes them appear almost ghostly. When they first arrived, close evaluations were made on both of them, they did not speak for the entirety of their first year, rather communicating with each other almost telepathically, which is an ability that can let them coordinate on a mission without speaking. 

They prefer to defeat their opponents psychologically rather than physically, often driving victims into suicide rather than killing them using illusions and whispers whilst hiding in the shadows. Physical ability wise, they are both average, but when put together they can be lethal. Personality wise, Eliza seems to be calmer and more collected, whilst Rosaline is prone to sudden outbursts of anger and emotional breaking points. 

The only human they have shown a sort of emotion and sentiment towards is Agent 14, Y/n y/l/n (Surveillance level 3- low, genetically experimented on, gained regenerative abilities.) Both twins are extremely dangerous, administer memory drug once every month. '

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Chains? Why on earth was I in chains?  

My entire body ached and stung everywhere, I was also dangling upside down. The air smelt damp and almost mouldy. Water would drop from the ceiling every so often, judging by the sound it was making as it hit the ground, I was in an enclosed space. Not very wide or tall but very long, possibly a corridor. The ground was made out of some sort of brick at least 100 years old, along with the damp smell I concluded that I was most likely in some sort of old sewer system. How long has it been, hours? days? 

I opened my eyes, my eyelids swollen and probably red. Turned out I was correct, I was in some sort of sewer system. Sitting in two chairs in front of me were Eliza and Rosaline, both watching me creepily. 

"The games are done, what do you want?" I groaned. 

"We want our sister back."

"Eliza, Rosaline. That wasn't real, none of that was real. As much as I love you two, it wasn't real."

"It was real to us."

"It wasn't." It pained me to say these words, but it was true. It was also real to me until I found out about the Curators lies. They had been like my little sisters since they arrived when they were three. I could see the pain in their eyes as I said this, but a second later it turned into hate and anger.

"So you lied to us." Rosaline said these words like they were poison, I could see how hurt she was by my words. 

"You're a traitor." Eliza emphasised the word 'traitor'. They both stood up and slowly walked closer to me. 

"You betrayed your family."

"You betrayed your friends."

"All for a man you met a few days ago, well guess what. We're going to kill him." Rosaline laughed manically, pulling a sharp dagger out from her belt, "We're going to lace this pretty little dagger with poison, and I'll plunge it into his heart whilst you watch."