Assasin

by gothbunny8

A brother and sister who lived nowhere, yet everywhere at the same time. They were hated everywhere for something they didn't do, yet framed for. But the sister saves two peoples lives. What happens when they actually listen the siblings' story? Do they kick them out, disgusted, how everybody else has? Or will they try to understand what siblings have been through?

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I tended my brothers wounds that our 104th house did to him. We accidentally hurt the dog. She thought that we did it on purpose. Yeah, I live to hurt innocent dogs. Not.

We weren't real sibling, but it felt like. We've been together since the 'incident'.

"Hold still!" I scolded him. "If you didn't wrap my arm so tight, maybe I wouldn't need to move around so much!" He retorted. I grinned. This was so normal that if he didn't get hurt, something would be wrong.

I then heard voices. Not like the voices in your head, but like outside voices. We were in an alley with a snow hill blocking the entrance. They wouldn't be able to see us unless they were on the snow hill.

I slowly crept up the hill and grabbed the hilt of a throwing knife that was in my right boot.

I had a throwing knife in both of my boots, a knife so skinny it looked like a feather in my hair, a knife in my hood, two knives in my hoodie pocket, smoke bombs and a few bags of knock-out gas hooked onto my belt, and a pistol in my back pocket.

I was wearing white fluffy snow boots, white skin-tight ripped jeans with black tights underneath, a black tank top, a dark gray long-sleeved shirt, a white sweatshirt, and fingerless white gloves.

I blended in with the white snow perfectly and my hair was a light color so it wouldn't stand out.

I saw a white figure laying on the snow, laughing and talking, and a blackish blue figure standing near the white figure. The white figure had two long blonde pony-tails so I figured that it was a girl. The blackish blue figure had slightly long blue hair so I guessed that it was a boy.

I saw rustling in the woods behind the couple. What I saw made my blood run cold. I saw a flash of pale blue and light yellow figures.

I can't believe that after 10 years they were still murdering innocent people.

They killed our family and framed it on us.

And everyone believed them.

We were hated everywhere the news spread.

I grabbed both of my throwing knives and aimed.

I waited until they looked away and threw one at the girl's head and the other by the boy's foot.

They landed right in front of the target.

The boy and girl looked where the knives came from and saw me.

I immediately signaled them to stay quiet and pointed to the woods.

They looked to trees and saw the bastards then looked back at me.

I signaled them to keep acting like nothing happened.

They did so and I grabbed my pistol and aimed very carefully.

The boy occasionally glanced back at me.

I motioned for him to calm down.

I again aimed carefully.

Then I fired four times.