(Sophia's pov ) January. Europe.

We stood above the building, the wind blowing softly. Doyle was behind me, his hand burning into my hip, his other one gently tucked a piece of hair behind my ear "Do you see them?"

I glance down at the four men in the park, each one smoking a cigarette as they eyed up the women running by "Yes,"

"Last week they raped a girl, she was barely seventeen." His lips were hovering by my ear "She's fighting for her life in the hospital at this very second. Do think that's fair?"

"No."

He hands me my weapons "So what are you going to do about it."

I look down, stepping off the edge of the building and land on the top of a garbage bin, the softer plastic lid bends under my weight and I flip off. My body ached, the bruises from Doyle's were pulsing, acting as a constant reminder of his lessens. I twirl my weapons, stepping out into the alley and eye the empty beer can on the ground. I twist my toes up and kick, the empty can smacks into one of their heads.

"Awe fuck!"

"What the hell?!" Another adds, everyone turns to look at me and I simply smile, backing into the alley once more.

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..

I turn around, hearing the click of a gun and gasp. Moments after blood splatters across my face and I wait for the pain. When it doesn't come I slowly open my eyes, seeing Doyle standing before me, elbow blade covered in blood and the male from before now lying dead on the ground, throat slit and oozing onto the concrete.

"You hesitated. Why?" I stood there frozen, feeling the blood roll down my face "I thought I drove that weakness out of you"

Indeed he's tried. Doyle had shown me no mercy these last two months, carving away anything he deemed pointless, he taught me to kill without hesitation and act without weakness but training on a dummy and killing someone for real were entirely different things.

I blink "I..."

"Do you really think his life is worth saving?" he steps up to me and I step back, anger boiling across his face "Are you saying his life is more important than yours?!"
His hand lifts, clamping around my neck before I could stop it, the action is quickly followed with a hard slam against the wall, I gasp, dropping my weapons as my head spins "I sent you out here to get rid of them! Not get yourself killed!"

I feel his grip tighten, my body slowly moving my hands to my neck but my grip was far too weak to break his. I feel it tightens again, cutting off the air and the pathetic noises I was making, I feel my face heat up, spots dancing before my eyes. Doyle's eyes held mine, not an ounce of mercy in them but just before my grip falls I'm dropped to the ground. I cough harshly, my lungs begging for the air my burning throat struggled to get. I cough a few times, my body shaking and the tangy taste of copper hits my tongue.

When I look up with teary eyes Doyle's just standing there staring at me, his lips curled into a disappointed sneer. I force myself up, my lips moving a few times before the words come out "I know..." I swallow roughly "But I can't."

"Why? Sophia the first time is always the worst I told you this." He grabs the next guy, slicing his throat with the blade in his foot "If you want to take down a killer, you're going to have to become a killer."

He moves to the next one, kicking him over. The youngest male, I'd say twenty screams, holding his shattered knee in tears, his eyes frantically eyeing his dead friends.

"Please don't kill me!" he cries "I'm sorry! I get it now! I promise I wont do anything like this again!" Doyle smiles once more, freeing the hunting knife from his friends pocket "Please! I wont say anything I swear!"

"Sophia." Doyle flips the blade, extending the handle out towards me when I don't move "Sophia he's seen too much, we can't let him live."

Still I hesitate and he sighs, turning towards the boy, the male was struggling to drag himself down the sidewalk with two broken knees "Please! I promise I wont say anything!"

Doyle follows him, slowly, taunting him with his steps as frightened sobs leave his lips. He'd never out run him in his condition.
I look to the left when he steps on the back of his knee, smiling as the boy screams in pain, pointing his toes to make it hurt more as the bones twist and shift.
Doyle smiles, kneeling on the boy with a chuckle and lifts the knife.

My hand grabs his wrist just before it hits his spine "That's enough Doyle."

Doyle looks at me and reacts, slamming his elbow into my nose. I step back, eyes watering and feel him kick out my legs, his foot hits my chest mid air and I fly back into the metal garbage bin. My head hits the metal and everything spins, my mind hardly registering his hand yanking me off the ground.

"Clearly I've been going too easy on you."

I watch Doyle's fist hit my face, pain and stars flash before my eyes and I hit the ground, blood rolling into the concrete. I see a blurry outline of him moving away and the screaming of the boy as everything goes black.

January 5th

I glanced up at the screen, running through my stances. The news flashed across the screen, the four dead bodies and pictures. I looked down, feeling my legs shake and force a bruised arm out. I spin my hand, moving to the left when I pause.

I grab the remote, flicking on the volume "In other news local police had just released another statement. An eighteen year old woman is still missing. Sophia Marie Jones, last seen by her friends and family four months ago." I take in my photo, the happy carefree smile taken on my senior year "The police are asking anyone with news to come forwards, her family only wants her safe return."

My eyes flicker from the picture to the darkened screen, taking in my bruised face and split lip, eyes lost and broken. I sigh, grabbing the remote and turn off the power. Doyle would be home soon.

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February 17

I groan hitting the ground again.

"This is pointless, stop fighting it."

I groan, rolling into my stomach in a desperate attempt to stop the pain. The world was spinning around me and my body burned. Blood slowly leaked from the various cuts on my arms, legs, chest and cheek. While Doyle hadn't used a blade for my face the cut was still there.

"He has a point." I pause, hearing a third voice "This shit wont stop until you do."

I turn, my vision blurry and see the faint outline of a third person sitting on the floor by the wall, her shoulder length hair was covering her face and her eyes blood red.

Who the hell are you?

"I'm the version of you you don't want to acknowledge."

What?

"Oh come on," she tips her head, solid red eyes boring into me "Did you really think you were alone all this time?" I hear Doyle walking over to me "I've always been here, hiding deep inside your mind."

I don't believe you.

She smiles softly "yes you do," I see Doyle's foot coming at my face "when you're ready to talk, I'll be here."

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I blink, staring up at the ceiling, the white bandages felt gross on my body but it was to heavy to move. I blink again, my eyes flickering up at the pale ceiling. I knew I was on my matt, probably resting for however long Doyle would let me, at this point I wasn't even sure what day it was.

I hear a shift and see her sitting to my left, now that all the drama was over my eyes could easily see the darker grey skin, black spiderlike veins that covered her face and ashy lips. An exact copy of me, yet different. Darker...

"Welcome back."

If I could roll over I would have so I settle on closing my eyes.

"You cant shut me out anymore," I hear shuffling to my left "you have Yujiro to thank for that."

At the mention of his name my eyes open.

What do you want?

"Well actually I was wondering what you want?" I see her shift, pulling her leg closer to her body before resting an arm atop it "I mean I get being pissed about being weak but fucking hell girl, this is batshit crazy." Her head cocks to the left "I mean have you seen yourself lately?"

This time I shut my eyes, already annoyed with this conversation.

If you're just here to insult me you can leave.

"Oh come on, be honest with me, I mean your the only one that can hear me anyway so its not like I have a lot of options."

I sigh, my bruised ribs burning.

I have no choice. I'm too weak for face him right now.

She looks at her black nails "I could help with that."

What?

"I could help. I said it before I'm you. The deep dark part of yourself that you keep locked away. The part of you you're so scared to let out because you're convinced everyone will turn away from you."

You're lying.

"No I'm not." She pulls up her other leg, tucking her hands on her knees "you've always been different. From your mom and dad, even your brother. Deep down you've always felt like something was missing."
I shut my eyes willing her to go away
"You could feel me when you were younger. Could feel snippets of my abilities but you kept shutting me out." She tips her head to the left "What did you call me? Your other-side? The one dear old mom was so worried would show up." I feel tears stream down my face as she laughs "I mean don't you remember how angry you used to get? Or that epic melt down in the middle of the grocery store! -And we cant forget that time Johnny Carson tried to hurt you and you-"

STOP!

She jumps but smiles none the less "I've always been there Sophia. Watching, waiting. You may not like me but for better or worse you NEED me."

You're out of control. You're dangerous.

"You didn't seem to mind when you took out Imorii." I glance at her "or when you took out those assholes that worked for Kaoru's uncle. Or when I won that Kendo tournament for you. And finnnne," she rolls her eyes "maybe beating Johnny Carson within an inch of his life was a LITTLE overboard but you never let me out and I get so bored..."

I shut my eyes, still able to hear his screams of pain. See the tears and the blood. I could still feel the way the bones broke under my hands and the joy she had... I had hurting him. Having power over him. It made tears burn my eyes.

I'm never letting you out again.

"Don't you get it? I'm a gift! A treasure that you are throwing away. And for what? To hold onto this good girl persona that was never yours to begin with?"

You're not real. This is not real. You are a figment of my imagination and I canlock you away like I did before. So for now just shut up.

I could feel her eyes piercing into me, boring into my soul.

"Fine, have it your way. But when you're ready to start winning... come find me."

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