The Maynhard Twins

Four

Gemma Maynhard sat on the ground. She pulled her knees to her chest and hugged them.
Her breath was rushing and her heart was pumping fast.

She lied her forehead between her knees, feeling care that the floor was filled with the blood of her victim and was about to soak her black coat.

No.

She didn't regret it.

She just exhausted.
Her victim gave a good fight and Gemma almost couldn't win against him.
Gemma moved her hand in one of her forearm, the place when the man gripped her hard. It would be bruised tomorrow.
Luckily, Gemma had no shirt with short sleeves. In Tara, short sleeves was a strange thing for the women.

When her breath and her heart had moved in sync. Gemma lifted up her head and found her victim in front of her hazel. Positively dead.

According to Arka, his name was Brom. He was a worker in a shoes shop near the gate between central town and the suburbs village. Unfortunately, his achievement on the society was not the same with his reputation at home.
One day, Arka found out Brom's wife had bruised all over her body.
Gemma didn't want to know how Arka noticed it. She saw them herself when she slid into Brom's house, knocked her and the rest of the family with chloroform. Not only his wife, Gemma found out he did the same to his son and daughter.
Her anger raised up seeing that and Gemma knew Brom didn't deserve a good family. Not with his attitude.

For years, Gemma hoped she would have a perfect family. Having a father, a mother and they all lived under one roof, sharing laughs and tears.
Brom messed the chance.

Gemma had took care of him now. He wouldn't mess with his family again.
His wife and children probably would scream in shock finding Brom like this. But they would live. They would be okay. Just like her and Arka.
They had through a terrible incident but they would be fine.

With a thought that she just gave a chance for a better life for Brom's wife and children, Gemma raised to her feet.
She pulled her dagger from Brom's chest and used his cloth to clean it.
Gemma slid her dagger on her back and walked out the room.

She suddenly froze on her spot when in front of her, a few steps from her place, Gemma found the youngest children of Brom was standing.
The little girl one. Gemma didn't knock her with the chloroform though but she never thought she would awake and brave enough to come out of her room.
Gemma estimated that she just four years old and she was looking at Gemma curiously.

The little girl tilted her head in a cute way and Gemma walked toward her, knew it would be fine to talk to her.
Beside, she used her mask. So the girl wouldn't find out who she was.

"Nightmare??" Gemma gently asked.

The girl shook her head. She then glanced a bit at her father's room.
"Are you a friend of my father too??"

Gemma frowned a bit. Too??
"Um... Not really. Why? Did your father always bring someone else home??"

The girl nodded. "He brought a friend almost every night." She said, making Gemma knew her decision to accept this job was right.
"But they never wear mask like you." She continued. "Do you have pink? I don't like black."

Gemma chuckled a bit. "I see. I'll find out if there is a pink mask somewhere. Do you have a name?"

She nodded excitedly. "Rose." She said.

"Alright, Rose." Gemma replied, kneeled in front of her. "I want you to know, I have hurt your father badly."

Rose widened her eyes in terror. "You have?? Like the way he hurt mother??"

Her words sank Gemma's heart. How many times did Brom beat up his wife in front of Rose actually??

"Maybe worse." Gemma answered. "That's why I don't want you to come into his room. Can you do that?"

Rose quickly nodded. "Okay. But...Will father hurt mother again after that??"

This time, Gemma smiled though Rose couldn't see it. "No. He will never hurt your mother, your brother and you ever again."

Rose seemed unsure. "Are you serious?? He always promised that but he kept doing it. Mother always cried after my father yelled at her."

Gemma nodded her head up and down. "This time, I promise." she said, raised up one of her hand.

"Um...okay." Rose said as she played with the edge of her shirt.

"Now, can you give me a favor, Rose??" Gemma asked. "I want you to keep this meeting as a secret between us. Can you??"

"Of course I can. Is my father going to hurt you if I tell him?" She asked innocently.

Gemma cringed a bit. She still translated the word 'hurt' Gemma used before as small wound.
"No, not him but someone else will."

Rose gasped, closed her mouth. "That's awful. I won't tell anyone. I don't want you to get hurt. I won't tell anyone." She said quickly.

Gemma found herself giggled seeing the cuteness. She knew she's completely safe. Even though Rose said something, she couldn't describe her well. It's night and only the light from outside bright their spot. "Alright then. I have to go now. You, Rose, will go back to bed."

Rose gladly obeyed. After she closed the door of her room, Gemma left the house.

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In home, Arka had waited for her. He raised an eyebrow seeing his sister entered the front door.

"So?" Arka asked.

"Dead." Gemma said. She opened her coat and hung it behind the door. It wasn't the same coat as she used before. She already threw it along with her mask. The only thing she kept was the dagger which she threw to Arka and he caught it perfectly.

Arka sighed. "At least I don't need to buy another dagger." He said. "No witnesses, right?"

Gemma shrugged. "Only a four years old named Rose. My mistake, I didn't sedate her and she walked out of her room. Don't worry, she doesn't know me. I didn't take off my mask."

"Yeah, I knew she won't. But a kid have a good instinct, you know." Arka said. "She probably could recognize you when she sees you again."

"Which she won't." Gemma said firmly. "I will be careful. It's not me who killed the target recklessly."

Arka pouted a bit since Gemma brought up his last kill. "Yeah, yeah. That's on me. You don't have to talk about it again and again."

"Okay, that's it for today, right??" Gemma asked. "I'm tired."

Arka nodded and Gemma walked to her room.
After she made sure the room was held with the rock behind the door, Gemma whimpered without noise.
Her forearm was stinging since the time she left Brom's house.
Gemma walked to the long mirror in her room and took of her shirt.
She sighed deeply seeing the dark purple bruised around it. It wouldn't be faded easily.

It wasn't the first bruise she had. She ever felt worse. In her shoulder, there was an old scar when her own dagger stabbed herself once, when she was just a rookie on this killing stuff.

She didn't say she was a pro now. But she's getting better.

Gemma had no idea how long she and Arka had to do this. Deep inside her heart, she knew one day, a mistake would leak out and they probably would be dead by then.

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31/08/2017

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