'Blue Eyes'

She awoke to sunlight piercing through the apartment, shining against her atomic blonde hair. Yawning as she stretched and clambered her way out of her bed, she tiptoed her way to the bathroom mirror, her eyes still half closed and her demeanour still one of someone who was half asleep.

"It's always in the eyes" she said in a cryptic tone. "I can't go out with my hair like this." She added in an overly dramatic tone.

And as she began making amends to her hair, she began to think.

To think of a time when they weren't fighting. When they were true sisters. The famous Williams daughters, if you like one you'd love the other. Always in a fierce competition with each other, never realising that they strived for success because they had a sister.

They needed that extension to themselves.

They needed a focus.

But now… Now that focus had turn to hatred, what had once been healthy competition had turned into a war. Kill or be killed, knowing that to die would mean dying by the hand of kin.

This war would continue, even though they both had no true desire for it to go on. One could not quit because that would mean losing the competition to her sister. They'd fight continuously, an existence based fittingly on their occupations.

They were assassins, with cold hearts and fingers that fail to tremble. Killers for hire, travelling to any part of the world to achieve their ends. In this, maybe they needed their sister as a focus for hate, a constant in a world that constantly changes.

And in that constant hate, there was a certain understanding.

She looked into the mirror once more and smiled slightly, her hair flowed in the same way those elite few would be able to see and live to tell the tale. Her crystal-blue eyes were just like her sisters' but she felt comfort in their differences, one with shining blonde hair, the other a raven. Both of them shared the same eyes.

"All done." She spoke softly, in a happier tone than before.

Walking away from the mirror and admiring her own reformed reflection, She made her way out of the apartment and closed the door. The tiny hint of brown reflecting the sunlight.

A picture of her hated sister adorned the door, with multiple marks inflicted by a knife, the face had been mostly torn apart but what had remained told its own tale.

With shining blue eyes and shimmering blonde hair, the image was of her sister. The one she had spent so many years fighting, the one who shared those same crystal-blue eyes.

Nina Williams.