Weather or not I wanted to go, it was no choice of mine. It was go or be killed. I didn't think Lin could do that, but something told me his life was on the line as well. I didn't know much about Lin or Shin and why they were Syndicate dogs. I figured it had something to do with Lin, owing something to someone, or trying to escape something. I figured that his devoted brother Shin followed suit and went right after him. I sighed and held back the tears as I packed away my things. Gren was not there, so I picked up a piece of paper I had and began to scribble things down.

Gren,

I'm sorry I have to leave without saying goodbye to you, it would hurt to anyway, so I will be a chicken and write this to you. This will most likely be my last contact with you, and I am so sorry. I really did love staying here, and if I could, I'd stay forever with you. Just believe me that this is not my choice. This is my life on the line, and it is my job. Please know that if I ever come back here, you'll be the first person I try to find. I will repay you for everything you've done for me. Thank you so much, I owe you.

Miyazaki, Kasumi

I turned to face Lin with cold blue eyes. He went to say something but I raised my hand. "Don't bother." I said as coldly as I used to speak to Vicious. I grabbed the red ribbon and tied back my long ebony hair, just as I had done before I came here. I pulled the cold black trench with gold trim over the black dress shirt and blue tie, hooking the braid over my breasts. I sighed and grabbed my katana, clutching it at my side. Threw the bag over one shoulder and marched away from Gren's apartment. It would be the last time I would ever see that place. I sighed and walked along in silence next to the man who worked for the man I had so recently come to despise with all of my heart. No matter what, I couldn't change it though. There were two ways out, and I wasn't going to do either. Suicide is senseless, and killing Lin would be like killing my own brother, if I had one. We marched onto his pod, and I sat down in the front seat next to him.

"Did you have a good stay here?" He asked flicking a few of the switches on the control panel, starting the pod for HQ. I crossed my arms and looked away. I brought one leg up, swinging it over my other.

"Hn. Yes, and I don't wish to leave." I said coldly. Right now, I wanted to rip Vicious' throat out. Let his crimson blood seep through my fingers and over my hand. I realized then, that I was a changed woman. It didn't take long for us to get back to HQ. I stepped from the pod, uniform on, bag over my shoulder, katana at my side. I sighed and looked around at about half of the fleet who were cheering. I scoffed. Don't cheer because I got sucked back into this hell. If you could see the outside, you wouldn't be cheering at all. I thought. One you get it, you never get out. At least, not alive. All the Syndicate is, is one big Chinese mafia, filled with many people of many places. Some from Mars, a few from Earth, many planets. I sighed and pushed past all of them in cold silence and returned to my room. Once safely inside, I locked the door. No one was to bother me, and if they did, they would never bother me again.

Emotions rushed through my body, my room was in complete silence except the scream of my heartbeat. I threw myself onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling, willing my heart to stop beating. It wouldn't. I thought being betrayed was bad, being dragged back to the very man who betrayed you was worse. Why is it that in anger, in outrage, that a human being only has murder on their mind. Weather it be their own, or someone else's. Its hard to get into the mind of someone, to dig deep and burrow until you find what makes them tick.

There was a knock at the door. "Go away, I don't wish to be bothered." I snapped at whomever it was that dared interrupt me while I was thinking.

"You will open this door, or you'll regret ever living." A cold voice called. I knew at once who it was. I ran to the door and opened it, standing face to face with the man who disgusted me. My raged flared up but I controlled it as best as I could, clenching my fist or my teeth if need be.

"My apologies, sir." I said, averting my eyes to the floor. " I did not realize it was you." I said. I was surprised, none the less, that he was standing in front of me, talking.

" Hm, I just wanted to see if you still listened." He said, closing my door in my face. I narrowed my eyes at the metal door in front of me. I turned away from the door and in an instant, I turned and round housed my door. It left a rather large dent…oh well. I turned and walked back to my bed, opening the drawer in the dresser directly adjacent to my bed. I pulled out my work out clothes and took of my uniform, pulling the other clothes on. I sighed and made my way to the gym that was a little while down the hall from my room. Once I reached it, I ripped open the door to the dark and empty gym. I reached to the right, flicked on the light and walked over to the kick boxing bag in the center of the gym. Ferociously I took all of my rage and sorrow out on that bag, sending hard blows with my legs to the left and right of the bag. Punching until the bag nearly broke. I walked around it and gave one more fury filled round house to the bag, then it fell. It fell like a lifeless body to the floor. In my mental state I had broke the chain from the ceiling, allowing the bag to drop to the floor. I looked around, shrugged and walked away. I then walked to a clearing for training that was set up. There were numerous bamboo swords there, so I pulled a katana length bamboo sword from the rack and began to swing it about. I gave a few martial arts' battle cries during my training.

Eventually my strength gave way to emptiness. I placed the bamboo sword into the rack again and made my way back to my room, looking at the floor. I wasn't about to talk to anyone for a long time. I sighed and pulled open my dented door, slamming it once I was safely inside. I picked up my uniform and walked into the bathroom, shutting and locking that door. I dropped my uniform on the bathroom sink counter, then proceeded to take my clothes off. I sighed and stepped into the shower, turning up the heat. I decided to sit down, letting the pressure of the water just take me away. How foolish of me to think….to think I had found somewhere I belonged. I already had somewhere I belonged, here. Right here as a Syndicate dog. Rage flowed through my veins, coursing along with the blood. I closed my eyes and held my breath. I heard someone enter my room, room. They knocked at my bathroom door.

"Sorry to interrupt, but Vicious wants us there in half an hour. A new order of Red Eye has come, and we all must escort him to the site of the deal." A voice came. It was Shin, a voice I hadn't heard longer than Lin's.

"Alright. Thank you Shin." I called from the shower. A few minutes later, I heard my bedroom door open and shut again. With a sigh, I stood and washed my hair as I had done at Gren's. I scrubbed at my scalp, like I could scrub it away. Like a bad dream, just open my eyes and I would be back at Gren's…I didn't want to be in this ever-lasting hell. My stay with Gren was ephemeral, like a far away dream. He had been the nicest person I ever knew, since my mother. My heart was breaking and there wasn't a think I could do about it. I got out from the shower, grabbing the towel. I dried myself off, and pulled on my uniform. How could I have let myself become this. The very thing I set out to beat, a monster. Maybe I should just go hide under some kid's bed at night, or in their closet.

…………

Vicious' drug deal went bad. Suddenly, we, the elite, found ourselves facing twice our number. I unsheathed the katana that seemed to weigh my hand to the ground. I leapt at one of the men and drove my sword into his chest whispering a sweet "I'm sorry…" before ripping the sword, for lack of better words, viciously from him. He dropped like a bag of rocks limply to the ground. I took three lives that day, apologizing to each of my victims, but there was nothing I could do. I did my job or I died, simple. Vicious is like his Red Eye in the fact that he, like it, had to be protected at all times. A watchful eye over him every second. Later that night I lay awake in my bed, staring at the ceiling. My last victim didn't go down without a fight, and before he died, got me as well. All of my victims faces passed before my eyes, their painfully twisted faces. I jumped up and walked for the lobby, where Lin was sitting in a chair with a book.

"Going some where?" He asked. I sighed and looked at him. He was smiling slightly, and I returned the favor.

" I just need to go, I'll come back. I know I can't just fly away. I just need to go…I can't stay here anymore. I'll come back, I promise." I said all in one breath.

"Whoa. Slow down, I just want to know if I can come a long." He said. I smiled slightly. It would be nice to have a passenger with me. Someone I could talk to. "But…Only if I can drive." He said.

"Thinking I wont come back?" I asked as I headed with him toward the pod station.

"No, I just think its fun driving them." He said with a slight laugh.

"Oh. Okay." I said. We boarded one of the pods and took off with in seconds. The engine whirred and with a little kick we were off. I sighed and leaned back in the other front seat.

"Now, whats bothering you?" He asked a little while after we got out into space. I was watching out the window, for some reason, the stars whizzing by still amazed me after so many years of being around here. I sighed and looked back to him. "Oh, you sighed more than once. I know something's wrong." He said. I smiled some. Lin and Shin were like my two older, more experienced brothers. I wouldn't have made it through without them in many cases.

"Well….I had such a great time on Callisto, after I met Gren." I started. " I just want to go back there with him. He actually showed me there was more in my life than just killing. I know I can't leave the Syndicate alive. I knew that since the day I joined, but…but now I can't be like I used to be. I can't kill people without guilt and rage sweltering." I paused. "I hate Vicious." I finished.

"Wow. You've been thinking a lot lately, haven't you?" He asked. I sighed some and nodded. "Why is it that you hate Vicious?" He asked.

"He's betrayed everyone who ever met him. It will happen to you too, Lin. Your brother is in danger of it too. Gren told me his old war story, his was a story of betrayal…" I said. "How can someone be so cruel, I don't get it." I held back tears, I didn't want to cry in front of Lin, but he knew me too well.

"You can cry if you want." He said warmly. I sighed as a tear slipped from my cheek. Lin shut the engine off in the pod, letting it hang in space. She stood and walked over to me, taking my by the hand. Lin led me over to an empty spot in the pod and held me close. I sighed some and set my head on his chest, my own chest heaving in and out, my back shaking with every sob. " We've all been betrayed, once. If not more than that. Gren was just a poor unfortunate soul who got mixed in with Vicious, just like us. I was left for dead, by Vicious while you were gone. But I remained alive for you, for my brother. I came back with a cold heart for Vicious, but realized there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I knew that I had to get you back, weather Vicious wanted you or not. I wouldn't leave you on Callisto like that." He said. I looked up at him, my cheeks and nose red, my eyes welled up with tears.

"Lin, may I ask you something?" I asked. He nodded.

"Shoot." He said.

"Why? Why did you joint the Syndicate? How can you kill without remorse?" I asked. He heaved a heavy sigh and held me close still.

"A debt." He said. "Vicious had saved my life once, when I got caught in the middle of something that was going down with him. All of his men were killed, and asked me to fight with him. We fought our way to his ship, and took my back with him. I went home to tell my brother that I would be joining the Syndicate the next day. He wanted to come with me, and I allowed him to. I don't know why I allowed him to, I brought him into a dangerous world but he is stuck just like you are, just like I am. We'll be doing this until Vicious dies, or we die." He said. I sighed and began sobbing again.

"I want out. No matter how it happens, I want out." I sobbed.

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