Deep inside a Scottish forest, hidden in between pine trees that blotted the early morning sun from view, was a house. It stood alone and out of place, this construction of stark white plastic surrounded by the wood and the earth. The only way in and out was a small car trail that seemed far too small to fit a car onto, but there one was, looking just as out of place as the building it was in front of.

Inside the house lay the owner of that car, and of the house in general. He was a small man, with a pinched face and the most extraordinary bushy eyebrows, which he had once been told had looked like tiny caterpillars crawling across his scalp. He had not been happy.

But at this moment at least, the man was content. He was slumped in a comfortable chair, watching the news. Gas shortages, a coup in Nigeria, a fire, nothing that he deemed important. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, shattering the peace brought on by the monotone drone of the newscaster's voice. He rose wearily from his chair, wondering who had come to see him this early in the day.

He strode over to the door, a confidant swagger in his step, and opened the door with a great pull. He saw who was at his door, and his confidence evaporated instantly, like a balloon that had been suddenly and violently popped.

At his door were two identical women. One of them was brown haired, her posture straight as a rod, and an expression as cold and icy as a glacier. Despite this, he wasn't blind to the fact that her shaking hands were clenching and unclenching in anger, hanging loose at the sides of her black leather jacket. The other woman was the polar opposite to her counterpart. She had a shock of blonde hair that fell haphazardly across her shoulders, and a small smile on her face, as if she was quietly enjoying all of this. He looked into her eyes, and what he saw there made him stagger backwards in fear. In his haste to get away, he tripped over his feet and fell heavily onto his expensive Persian rug. As he tried to pick himself up and get away, two booted feet slammed into both of his kneecaps simultaneously, easily shattering the fragile bone.

He made a piteous cry of pain and fear, and tried to ignore the agony that was shooting through his legs. The blonde haired one knelt down in front of him, leaning deliberately on his injured knees as she did, and gently took his face in his hands. He was forced to look at her as she grinned, a smile that was full of joy and malice and promises of pain. He tried to squirm away, but her grip tightened as he tried to turn his head. She sighed deeply, euphorically, and said in a voice that had a noticeable smile to it.

"We're going to kill you now."

Notes

Alright, this is my first big fic project I'm taking on. It's gonna have Helena and Sarah being taken in by Neolution after Amelia is captured, instead of Rachel. After being a regular lurker on Orphan Black discussions, I found this little gem of a prompt the geek monkey .vu/post/53899466781/ (just get rid of the spaces) that I knew I just had to do.

I also had a massive urge to have at least one Orphan Black fic where Helena and Sarah are bezzies, so I combined the two, and voila. Here's my fic. The next chapter may be a little while because I have exams coming up, but I've got the whole story planned out, so when my exams are done I'll be raring to go, writing-wise. Also, as this is one of my first fics, I'd really appreciate a bit of feedback. How do you reckon I did? Were the characters in-character? Did I fuck anything up?

Thanks for reading, bye now.

P.S I know it's short, but it's only the prologue, guys. Gimme some time, the rest of the chapters will be longer. : )