Turned Cold
Summery: Deep down inside, all Anna ever wanted was to be loved by her sister.
Chapter One
I watched my prey, standing just outside the terminal of the nearly empty airport. It was dark and there was no one keeping watch. My dead sister would have been proud at my shooting him. Presently, I laugh at the thought of her happiness.
Before I took my shot, I heard a conversation near by:
"Ah, I see you've found my sister. Or, well, she has found you." The young man looked about, confused as to what this woman was talking about. From my post, I couldn't see her but I knew she was close.
Th bullet I fired shot from my gun and the man was on the ground.He had fallen but not because of me. Th bullet hit the sign above the terminal. The mutilated sign fell to the floor. As I looked closer at the young man, I saw that he was not the only that had fallen. A face stared at me from his side, a face I recognize. My sister.
"That bitch!" I curse to myself before standing to confront her. "What are you still doing alive?"
Nina stand to her feet. "Sorry to disappoint you, sis, but I'm not that easy to get rid of."
"Since when do you help the enemy?" I asked as she helped th boy to his feet.
"Enemy? My son is not the enemy."
"Heh. Your son? You're a disgrace to our family. Nina, the fearless assassin, went soft." There was no fire burning with rage in her once icy blue eyes. She had gone soft and was unashamed.
"I can tell by your tone that you are not going to be up to my propostition, Anna."
"Your proposition being what?"
Nina looked to Steve. "Peace."
"Peace? What the hell are you thinking? I thought cryonization messed with your memory, not turned you into a peace-loving moron!" I laughed. My sister had now fallen far from all she blieved and had gone way too far as to try to convert me.
Steve, who had quiet all along, stared at me in disbelief. I heard him whisper to his mother, "I see now what you mean about wanting to make peace. She's horrible." I, while he was facing the other direction, came up behind him.
I pushed him out of the way and stood before my twin. With my nails, long and painted red, I caressed the flesh under her chin. "Such a lovely face." I raised my hand higher and struck at her cheek. I laughed as blood began to surface on her skin.
Nina drew her hand to her cheek, not because of pain but because she couldn't feel it.
Steve staggared up in a limp. He made his way, the best he could, over to his mother. "Are you alright?" My sister shook her head.
"She's gonna die, Stevie."
He looked at the gash on her cheek. "What did you do?" He was ready to punch me. I could see it in his eyes.
I shook my finger at him. "Ah, ah, uh. You wouldn't hurt your own aunt, would you?" I giggled but he flared up again. I never realized how much fun my nephew was to play with.
"What did you do?" he repeated.
"Oh, nothing really. Just a little Nerotoxin. She'll be fine in about four hours." I laughed again. Oh, the irony. Steve began pacing. "You're wasting time."
In his limp, he pulled his mother up from where she was sitting on the floor of the airport. Steve and Nina walked to the exit. They, of course, fled to the hospital. But in my opinion, there was no point; it's not like she was gonna survive.