Guess who just updated!? This girl! This is actually really fun to write, I think that Allison and Thomas represent my life in general. It's rather interesting to write them and it makes me feel refreshed afterwards. It's something calming to say the least. This chapter provides a bit of the past of Allison and Thomas, which will be revealed in due time. Anyway, please leave a review!
Aideu~

II. In-between the Lines.

It had been a week, a tortuous week, since Allison first arrived at Thomas' house. The life style here was so different from the one in Russia, there were far more machines involved, not to mention the weather was warmer than the frostbite inducing winds of home. Thomas had taken good care of the female, offering her what he could to keep her alive. It was all accepted gratefully no matter how small the serving, as Allison was taught to endure with as little food as possible. When the girl could finally stand right again Thomas sat her down at a table to speak with her, and she knew what it was about.

"Allison, how did you leave?" The man asked. His voice showed no sign of kindness; any wrong move could end with the both of them dead on the streets.

"I took the cargo ship you mentioned, I left no trace of my disappearance in the room, and from there I traveled west ward to end up here." Allison went onto the counter and retrieved a worn out piece of paper. The handwriting on it was faded and smudged, making it virtually un-readable now.

"That would buy us time then." Thomas replied with a slight smile. He was utterly relieved that she followed his orders well. "Did any of the officers catch you?" Allison shook her head in response.

"No, the ones which investigated the ship went nowhere near the cargo hold, and even if they did, I hid in-between two of the crates." The girl rubbed her shoulder in memory of the painful fit she had to make. "Before you ask, no, I did not tell anyone about the escape."

"That's a relief to say the least, but still, it will only be a matter of time before the official's find out their top assassin is missing." Thomas had to say no more, in the secret language they shared in the silence, they finished the rest of the sentence: 'They'll hunt you down and kill you'

"I'm sure I can make do with what I have." Allison slipped her hands into her boots and pulled out a dagger-like knife, it was edged with silver and had rather beautiful designs on it for being a weapon. The tip was as thin as a strand of hair, and extremely sharp. It was a beautiful piece of art, wonderfully crafted with care. It was a weapon meant to murder, a beautiful weapon made to end the life of those its owner told it to end… It was just like her.

"Allison, a knife isn't enough to kill the assassins sent to kill. They probably have guns for all we know!" At Allison's mocking laugh Thomas narrowed his eyes.

"Thomas, Thomas, Thomas" The girl began, pointing the weapon towards his face "Russia is a slow country; we're only now just finding out about these 'guns' you speak of." Moving the weapon in small circles a humored look came upon her face. "I'll be fine; you know how I am, Thomas." The man nodded regretfully. He knew just what she meant; after all, the only way they could have met was with an incident.

"You want us to send an assassin to kill him correct?" The man was looking through a stack of papers, eyeing them with curiosity; he was a rather chubby fellow, with a face that radiated only the urge to see someone dead.

"Yes, his name is Vincent Leavins." Thomas looked around the room, there were soldiers positioned around the windows and doorways, trapping him inside the foul room. Why did he come here? Why did this man decide to come here? Were these people even human? They looked like statues, those guards, standing with a blank expression on their face.

"Very well then, and I assume you've brought the payment?" At Thomas' nod the man grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"Very well, Men, call Птица in." A few of the guards nodded and left. When the door was shut behind them the man at the desk gave a sickening laugh.

"You're very lucky today, as I shall send our best assassin to help you." The door opened again, and the guards came in with someone following closely behind. Thomas turned to look at the trio, only to notice that their finest assassin….. Was a young girl the age of twelve, who stood the same way those guards did. The young man could see that this girl was different though, instead of being emotionless, he could see her act differently, silently. The poor girl was asking for help. It was then that Thomas decided he would be the one to help her.

"Thomaaaasss" The man shook his head and blinked, Allison was standing right in front of him, waving her hand in his face, with a confused look. When she saw that he was back on this planet she smiled and sat back down. "You were staring at a wall, Thomas; I don't think they're any more interesting." The girl let out a cheerful laugh.

"It surprises me how human you are" Thomas spoke evenly and Allison's laughter stopped, and the girl looked down at the weapon which was now on the table, resting there silently.

"You're not the only one surprised at how human I am." It was then a hand reached over to take hers and she looked up to see a smiling Thomas. Allison couldn't help but smile back.

"I hope you stay that way Ally." The girl smiled with pride.

"Of course I will!" That was a promise, a promise to stop being who she was raised to be and be who she wanted to be. "You know, you're alright with that soft side of yours~" she said jokingly and laughed a Thomas' face.

"I am not soft!" The man responded, playing along. He used his free hand to hit his chest lightly. "I am a man!"

"Thomas, your about as manly as a pillow." Allison said bluntly and the both of them erupted in laughter.

He did help her, He helped her find a family.