This story has been here since 2010 and I haven't touched it since until now that I've blown off the dust. Bear with me, it's still my first story here on FanFiction so without further delay (I've edited) here's the story! :)

Prologue

Criminals. They were all over the world in hiding in selective areas and frolicking in countries as they roamed freely as murders, rapists, and child molesters. True, most were locked up but rich men in black suits always bailed them out with a snap of their fingers. With each passing day there are more and more crimes all over the world and decent, innocent families are threatened by these evil omens. This is where Conner and Murphy Mcmanus waltz into the picture, more commonly referred to as the Saints. They were killing them one by one, criminal by criminal, murder by murder, mafia by mafia. To some, the Saints are a miracle sent from the heavens. To others, they were a serial killing nuisance.

All this is coffee house bullshit spoken out in the world. None stand up for what is truly right in the dark streets where thieves and murders lurk. None truly know what is happening out in the world until they've experienced it and try to do something. And that, my friends, leads us to a house on Rue Paradis where the Auclair family lives.

The Auclair family are a decent bunch; a loving hard working father, a caring sweet mother, two identical twin sisters of 20, and a baby boy laughing at the joy that surrounds him. The sad part is that the Auclair's were dragged into a war that they didn't profoundly stick their noses in. So what if Monsieur Auclair stood up for his fellow co-worker who happened to be involved with Paris's dangerous cult? Did that mean an innocent family had to be killed? These were the thoughts that raced through Gabrielle and Alexandrie Auclair's mind when they came home from their day at the college.

The grandfather clock tower that marked the entrance of the neighborhood the Auclair's lived in chimed ten times. The sounds echoed off the pavement of the road and the houses that were neatly lined with green grass and flowers of all kinds. The sky was pitch black as the curls that bounced with each of the twin's steps. Stars twinkled and the cool breeze caressed both Gabrielle's and Alexandrie's bodies as if to pull them away from what they were about to see. The steps were covered in bloodied footprints and the door was broken down, hanging by it's hinges in crumpled defeat, not able to hold back the evil. The sign of the Vert Mort Cult's graffiti symbol was etched into the front door, framing this murdering spree as a notch in their belt.

The blood drained from both Gabrielle's and Alexandrie's faces at the sight of their house. Sprinting inside, they came face to face with the bloody gore of what was left of their family. Monsieur Auclair, what was left of him, laid on the living room floor, face mangled into an unrecognizable face and his limbs twisted to impossible angles as they limply laid where they were. Madame Auclair's blood pooled beneath her, a trail of dry blood peeking out from underneath her simple dress and her mouth left wide open in a scream of horror. Guy Auclair, the baby, was pleasantly in his crib as if asleep, but the bullet to the head said otherwise.

Gabrielle's scream is what jolted the twins back into reality of what they had found. Dropping to her knees, hands taking fistfuls of black curls, Gaby screamed and sobbed. Alix's hand reached out for the wall, steadying herself and trying to keep her heart from breaking, but the frog lodged in her throat had tears falling down her cheeks. Hearing her sister's wails, snapped Alix's emotions, fury written all over her face and making her gray eyes glisten in anger.

"Get up." Alix demanded of her sister, hands turning into fists.

Gaby shook her head, eyes squeezing shut as she continued to sob, feeling the pain only an orphan could relate to.

"Get up and quit your crying, Gaby!" Alix took her sister's arm roughly and pulled her to her feet. "It's obvious Vert Mort did this," She pointed at the door and the symbol that was marked on it, "And we're going to show them what his has done to us. We're going to find every last mother fucker who did this and kill them all. I want them dead. All of them." Alix shouted in their house, scaring Gaby who had the same thoughts fly through her mind. "You hear me, Vert Mort?!" Alix turned and stomped outside, "We're coming after you and giving you all a damn bullet to the fucking heart! You hear?!"

"Arrêter… Stop, Alix." Gaby wiped the snot coming out of her nose, rubbing her hands on her disheveled clothes before reaching out to her sister, placing a shaky hand on her shoulder. "We need to call 112-"

"We? Non, Gaby, you. I am going to find Vert Mort- even if it's the last thing I do!" Alix snapped, hissing through her teeth and roughly shaking her sister's hand off her. Without another word, Alexandrie ran off into the night, her sister calling after her, begging her to come back.

Alexandrie never looked back at her sister's calls.