The Blood Rose Twins (Lesbian Story)

Prologue

 There wasn't a single sound that would have caused anyone to turn their heads. Of course it wasn't absolutely silent; there were soft mumbles amongst all the groups of people chatting at the party. The invite told everyone to get ready to dance and drink, but the music had been long gone and everyone had retreated to their own little groups.

There wasn't a single sound that would have caused anyone to turn their head, in the direction of the body laying on the ground, foaming and bleeding profusely from his mouth and eyes. Nobody wanted to take action, nobody wanted to call the police, because there was no good way out of this. An illegal party taking place by the docks, a dead man on the ground in the center of the cement based warehouse. Nobody in their right mind would have ever lifted a finger to help the man, there was no hope left in anyone's eyes, and nobody cared for a measly life. Every single person in that warehouse were criminals, not those insignificant criminals who were taken away for theft or dealing with drugs. We had all seen blood drip caused by our own actions, and we all loved it. The one person that thought it was a great idea to gather a bunch of murderers in one room was obviously not sane.

Everyone suspected everyone else, they were all killers, and they knew what kind of people they were surrounded by. The more experienced murderers kept their glances brief, but efficient so that they could get a nice idea of who they were against. If a fight ever broke out, they would be the ones to kill quickly and easily before escaping. The rookies of the business kept to themselves, they didn't want to get more involved in something that could be avoided, they only spoke in soft whispers, only hoping that the others wouldn't hear them. Every single one of these criminals were similar in a single way, they had no idea who had caused the death of the man, except for this voice. My voice that has been narrating this whole scene out, I know exactly who caused this death, and that person is already dead. I didn't take care of it, it was someone else, not in this room, but in another building, deep within the city, watching.

Every bit of information I held was because I was always two steps ahead, there was no target in this small body of people, I was the target, and this unknown person that had set up this cruel joke to get me to reveal myself, failed. The man that was laying dead in the center of the room was a man that I had called a partner for 5 years, you wouldn't really call him a partner in crime, or a friend. He was someone that kept me company and helped me with everything we planned out, and now he was on the floor dead. The unknown figure that killed him thought this would work, they thought that I would care and fall into my rage, but as I said before, I am always two steps ahead. The man dead in the center of the room gave me no emotions to feel, and the unknown being that had been watching, is already dead. Killed because of his ignorance, of not being able to see that the man he killed was only a bait, in the files of that unknown person was information on that man and my relationship, created and forged.

Too much pride in your own selves will bring you to your own doom, but the main lesson to be learned here tonight, and every night, is that you should never try to kill the 'Blood Rose twins.'