Us Against All

Chapter 8: Million Dollar's Information

                         *WARNING*
       This chapter includes strong language, sexual and physical abuse. Read at your own risk.

                               Recap

     "She is lying." Blade sighed and continued driving. Unlike Blaze, she was freaking about the whole mess. Blaze had never made a mess before. She never even slacked off. It was always Blade who played around.

    "I know. I hate her." Blaze said but deep down she knew that she was lying too as she touched her cheeck for the thousandth time.

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       Blade threw her purse on the couch of her house as she advanced towards Alyssa's bedroom. She was tired from all the chaos Blaze had been creating recently. She just wanted to rest. Rest. Huh! That was not given to a person who kills people for a living. But that would never stop her from doing anything that protects herself and her loved ones. She didn't have many anyways.

      She opened the door to her fifteen year old younger sister's bedroom to find her studying about some weird numbers.
She sat quitely on Alyssa's bed without calling her name. Alyssa hated to be disturbed when she focused on something and calling her name would definitely scare her.

      Alyssa turned around on her chair while stretching her arms above her head. She smiled as she looked at her older sister.

      "Oh hi Alison. How was your day with Britney?" Alyssa asked Blade. Blade almost laughed while listening to Alyssa call Blaze as Britney. But it wasn't her fault. Blaze often visited their place and there was no way she could use her W.I.P.E.O.U.T's code name. They didn't want Alyssa to know anything about their occupation it was against W.I.P.E.O.U.T's rules and it would have put Alyssa into a lot of danger.

     Blade could still recall Blaze's expression when Alyssa had called her Britney. But that was the quickest name Blade could come up with after seeing Blaze's natural blonde hair.

     "Alison." Blade's train of thoughts was broken when she heard Alyssa call her name.

     "Oh yeah sorry, It was good. I met a weird dude today." She said. She was partially correct thought. She had an eye contact with a person in hoodie today. Those pitch black Black eyes brought shivers down her spine. The way those eyes reminded her of Blaze was creepy.

     "Did he approach you?" Alyssa asked , tensed. Blade immediately regretted telling about it. Talking about meeting strange people reminded Alyssa of their traumatic past which changed Blade's life forever.

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      "Throw 'em properly Alison!" A man in his mid thirties with fair skin and receding hairline ordered fourteen year old Alison as she threw one knife two centimetres above the decided spot.

     "I am sorry. I-I am trying dad." Alison said with tear filled eyes as she threw another knife almost on the marked area but failed.

      "Alison! Focus!" Her dad screamed. Alison's tears were threatening to flow. She took a deep breath, shut her left eye and aimed for a successful throw but was immediately greeted with a sharp pain on her shoulder. She remembered how her father's leather belt came crashing at her shoulder last night and she threw the knife completely off track.

     She felt a strong pull on her wrist as she was dragged by her father into the doom room, that's what she called it. Alison kept on asking to be forgiven but none came. She kept praying and shouting for help which were answered with silence.