Killing For Family

Chapter 2

She felt two new gazes fall onto her, drastically more interested by her pale, thin self than before. She stiffened under their gaze, and opened her eyes into slits, slid from one face to the other slowly, then let her eyes fall shut again.

"So what is she? His daughter?" The woman asked curiously.

She snorted at that, how old did they think he was? And how old did they really expect an assassin to be? It's not like they had a certain age bracket or a retirement time. In fact, the life expectancy of an assassin, as you could probably guess, was pretty low.

Yes, it was child labour. Not okay with it? Don't hire an assassin. Though, in her experience, most people who were in the business of hiring assassins were okay with child labour.

"Better. Her twin." Rechardo announced excitedly to the room, and she could almost imagine his hands rubbing together.

"Twin? How old are they? Does anyone know what species they are?" The man, Atlus, questioned succinctly. She could almost hear some underlying tenseness or anger, but she expected it was from being on their enemies territory.

"No one really knows anything about them. Of course, they're licensed out by an organisation." Rechardo answered musingly.

"Of course," Atlus replied with barely concealed sarcasm. She furrowed her eyebrow, they weren't acting like the usual customers.

She suddenly winced, feeling a mild wave of pain coming through from her twin. She felt any physical abuse on her twin at a diminished scale, so she knew he must be pretty badly injured for her to feel this, and for him to lose enough control to let it slip through. Just as soon as she felt it, it was gone, and all she could feel was anger on his end, and partly on hers too.

Her eyes slid open again like a panther waiting to pounce. She fixated her gaze on Rechardo, blaming him for the harm inflicted on her twin.

"Ah yes, about that" He muttered sheepishly, when the two noticed her wince and looked sharply at Rechardo.

"We think she can feel her twins pain, through some sort of link they have between them" He explained hurridly, which only seemed to cast a shadow across their eyes further towards him, and focus her glare of contempt at him.

"Espèce d'idiot stupide, Je vais trouver tous ceux que tu aimes et les couper en deux. Lentement." (You stupid idiot, I'm going to find everyone you love and cut them in half. Slowly.) She spat out words of hatred at him, in the language she was feeling right now, which was French, much to everyone's shock, and the woman's grudging admiration.

She twisted around harshly as she felt her twin's presence grow closer, standing tensely. The guards in the room made as if to draw their guns, but stopped at, she assumed, a motion from Rechardo. They all waited tensely for him to arrive, her watching the door desperately, but with hidden anger.

The door was flung open, and half dragged, half an attempt at walking, her twin made his way inside.

She hurried to him, making eye contact, feeling helpless as her arms were still stuck behind her back, and so were his, though he also had elaborate cuffs on his feet and a collar around his neck. He tried to smile at her but didn't quite get there. His face had multiple bruises on it, and his stomach looked like it got the worst of it. She looked at him in almost disapproval, then went to try and support him as they left him lent against the wall.