Disclaimer: don't own.

Summary: Dee and Dum have killed Alice in their attempt to steal her heart, but even foreigners can be replaced. A woman who brought herself up on the streets on the rule "use or be used" has killed her saviour and his love. She wants to die. They ask her one question- "Then won't you give us your life?" The life that she isn't using. Devi Marigold agrees.

Genre: Romance, Crime.

Characters in this chapter: Dee and Dum, OC.

She'd killed him. The only person who didn't consider her a tool, who she'd loved so, who had taught her she could be someone different. Killed him for cheating with her with another man when they hadn't been in a relationship, and if she could go back she'd do it all over again too.

God, she hurt so much, sliding down the wall onto the floor, holding the gun weakly by the barrel, almost letting it slip like sand through her fingers. This had been her—she'd done this.

Devi Marigold had done this.

She flashed back to her past. Living on the streets for most of her childhood, then realizing letting people use her gave money. Choosing to hurt people so that she didn't hurt because she was so, so afraid. Afraid of everything in the world, but of disappearing the most.

Growing up, getting a taste of jewelry and refined clothing, dating various people specifically for the baubles they showered her with. Using and being used.

Then, her first meeting with Jackal in that alleyway, just finished a fight and in a state of defenselessness. Expecting, if not killed, than to be thrown in prison.

Remembering him instead picking her up on his shoulder and taking her home. Him tending her wounds without any expectations, pushing her away when she tried to kiss him.

Walking downtown with him, someone bumping into his shoulder without apologizing. His slight touch on her bicep before she could even do anything, whispering she didn't need to do anything, she didn't need to run after the man and make him pay. He didn't want her for her body, for the pleasure she could bring. He didn't want her to hurt others for his sake either.

Everything ending in the understanding that the world was give and take.

She looked dully at his curled up form, his coat sopping up the blood that was gushing from the many wounds in his body. She'd shot him several times after giving his fiance only a head shot. Not giving her a second glance.

"..see?"

What he'd made her do. The world was use and be used after all, but Jackal had let her use him.

"Because you said there were no strings attached.." A singular tear dripped down the curve of her cheek. "...Idiot."

He'd known who she truly was. She'd shown up at his house often enough, all bloody and broken, and he'd patch her up. He could have barred her from entry long ago.

A hiccuping sob shook her body.

"I wouldn't have let you though. I wouldn't have-!"

In the end, this was the only way their relationship could end. Maybe if he'd been different, had cared about her danger, about her true nature, she'd have been stuck in prison right now. He'd have been safe.

"idiot!"

She twisted her hands into the hard material of her jacket, and slammed her fists into the carpet. "Idiot, idiot, idiot!"

If only. But if she had to do it again, she'd do it again in a heartbeat.

"Idiot!"

She continued railing to the heavens for her circumstances...but the heavens wouldn't let her rail on until she died.

Soon enough, voices reverberated in her room, seemingly coming from two mouths.

"What a tragedy, brother."

"That's right, it is a tragedy. It makes me sick to my stomach watching this, brother."

Two voices spoke companionable to each other, but leeched of any life. Only the familiar term brother made it feel familiar.

Devi went stiff. H- huh?

Hadn't she closed the door to this room?

Hadn't she decided from the very start, to stay in this room until it's end?

What were these strangers doing inside her tomb?

Why were they intruding upon her and her love's end?

Who did they think they were?

Why had they invaded?

The words slipped from her tongue as the two brothers stepped into her line of sight from the left of her.

"How did you two get here?"

"Brother, she's not asking who we are," one of the brothers observed.

They were mirror images of themselves. Twins. They wore matching pinstriped suits, but one of them wore his hair back in a ponytail while the other had short hair with his bangs kept back by hair clips. One of them had eyes a perfectly normal, if a bit more vibrant than usual, blue—the other's were a deep red colour, like wine.

The one with blue eyes turned his eyes away from his brother to observe her, the curve of his neck moving fluidly like a hunting bird's. She felt underneath a spotlight, all of a sudden, sitting there soaked in blood.

"That's because she's not interested in us. She's only interested in the man who's heart she stole, right?"

The last, she could hear, was directed towards her.

She shoved herself backwards over the carpet, swallowing painfully.

"Then we've got that in common, girl," the one with wine eyes decided, before he stepped over the remains of her love's girlfriend to move towards her.

"We're not interesting in you at all," the other brother assured, and the uncaring pan of his eyes told her this was true. But nevertheless, he took a step forwards too, coming towards her.

I don't want to know at all. She slid backwards further, until her back hit the wall. As she was, all her energy lost from killing her lover's lover and her lover himself, and from that mental breakdown afterwards, she was defenseless like this. There was no way that, if they wanted to kill her, she'd be able to stop them.

This place was supposed to turn into her tomb, but...not this way. Not through such a method by people who weren't involved at all. It wasn't supposed to...be this way—!

Tak. From where she sat hunched and shivering, the red-eyed brother stopped a meter away. His eyes reminded her of a frozen wasteland, cutting into her by meeting her eyes.

"And it's not like big sis was anything special, brother."

"That's right," the other voice came light, sweetened with venom. Tak, his foot came down as he joined his brother so their shoulders were almost brushing. "She was just the foreigner. Special because there weren't other foreigners, brother."

Twin gazes clicked on her, like their gazes were shoving in a last puzzle piece. Their eyes were bypassing her completely, with the blank faces of dolls.

"Just a foreigner so, if we replace her, it'll be just as well."

"In the end, she didn't give us her heart. Though she said we could take it, she lied."

She, she she she? Who...are they talking about?

"Hey, if you can't forgive this scene." The blue-eyed sibling crouched, the movement like he was floating, and reached out with his hand. "If you can't help but return to it, over and over again—"

"If you can't help but be stuck in this sepia toned, endless moment—" The red-eyed sibling crouched as well, the movement like flowing water.

"Then won't you give that useless, discarded life you own, to us brothers?"

Her eyes skipped to the one brother to the next, to the faces which could not see her. It almost felt like they had been the ones who'd discarded their lives, not her. But... I know better. What they'd said was true, she had decided she'd forever be stuck in this moment, that it was the only moment she wanted to survive.

Though they had intruded into this moment which she'd wanted to stay crystal clear, and now they were asking her control over her life? They wanted...to own her?

Devi Marigold didn't know what the foreigner they were talking about was. She didn't know who that she was, except that she was probably the foreigner they spoke about.

She'd wanted to die. But if she gave it to these two, whether she died or not, wasn't it the same in the end? She hadn't lived before this man, the man whose memories of him these two had trampled on as well as his physical corpse. Going back to that would be like dying anyway.

To use and be used...

Devi glanced at the hands stretched out before her from people she knew nothing about, and grasped them.

"Deal."