"Resistance is punishable by death!" Meiko continued shouting.
"Resistance?" Len asked. "I won't, I promise." He held both his arms up in a surrender position as he hid his knife from Meiko's vision. He had a kind smile on him but only he knew that it was fake.
"It's okay, I done this before, for Rin's sake, right?" He thought to himself, a little nervous of his plan.
He kept his hands in the air and his eyes looking straight at the front as he walked slowly towards Meiko.
"Slowly." Meiko warned. Then right as he walked by Meiko he revealed his knife lunged at the left side of the surprised Meiko who was standing behind him. MIku let out a terrorized gasp as Len small knife plunged into Meiko chest, the blood flowing down her red shirt. Meiko's intimidating expression disappeared as she dropped her sword and fell on to wooden floor. Tears of fear started flowing down Miku's face. Len kicked Meiko's sword away from her as he turned towards Miku.
"Why?" Len asked, in a tone of gentleness and kindness as he calmed down from his kill.
"I-I-I don't know, I'm so sorry, Len." she stammered, tears continued flowing down her face as she slowly lowered her hands that she cupped over her mouth during the traumatizing event that she went through moments before.
"I just don't understand why you would betray me like that." Len said, losing his calm. He dropped his blood-stained knife on the floor besides the dead body of Meiko where blood continued flowing out. Len then turned towards the back door. He looked back at MIku without turning around.
"I have to go find Rin now. Goodbye." He said coldly with a monotone expression.
"Wait," Miku exclaimed with her soft little voice. She reached her right arm towards Len but before she could start chasing after him he turned his head away and speed-walked out the back door where he told Rin to escape.
Len knew exactly where Rin would go. When they were young they have faced many abusive foster-parents who abused Rin and Len's musical talent for money. They entered them in numerous competitions that they were obliged to win or else they would receive harsh beatings. It's a wonder how unoriginal people were, all craving the same thing. The two twins were bored by this anti-originality so they ran away from every single foster parent that they encountered and for some reason, they always wounded up standing side by side and holding hands in front of that same tree on the hidden hill that only they knew about. In multiple occasions, Rin wondered if they were only imagining the peaceful tree that always granted them calmness and happiness. During each occasion, Len had to pinch Rin's arm to prove the reality of the tree causing an impossibly high pitched yelp from his sensitive twin sister that Len always found adorable and amusing.
