Chapter Fourteen
Destiny made her way down the cold steel stairs of Faith's house. In her hands she held a plastic red bow, full of Oreos. She entered the dull living room that was just as plain as the rest of the house. It was just as clean as she remembered it. It gave off the vibe of being lifeless.
The spectacular smell of pancakes reached her nose, and Destiny flew out of the living room so fast she dropped her box Oreos on the couch. As she entered the kitchen, she saw Hope and Miracle sitting on stools in front of the bar, while Faith was flipping pancakes.
"Good Morning Destiny." Destiny turned towards the breakfast and saw an old bald man sitting their.
"T'hello Blythe!" Destiny did a hop skip across the kitchen and landed in Blythe's lap. "How are thou?"
"Very well, thank you for your concern Destiny dear. Hope, Miracle, Faith; could you three please come over here for a minute." Hope and Miracle moped over to the table and sat down.
"Something wrong Blythe?" Faith asked. She sat a plate of pancakes down in the center of the table, then handed everybody small little black plates.
"Well, my lovely's, it has sadly become the day that I have to tell you about your parents." Blythe stacked five pancakes onto his plate and Destiny ate them all before he could even reach for the butter.
"We already know what happened to them. Hope's parents were murdered, Faiths killed themselves, Des mother died in childbirth, and mine were killed in a car accident." Miracle summed up the deaths of their parents in one sentence.
"That's what you guys were brought up believing." Blythe lifted Destiny from his lap and placed her in the chair next to him. He reached down under his seat and pulled out his briefcase. Setting it on the table, he flipped the two little switches and it popped open.
"Your mothers were the original five. The five top assassins in the world, trained by the Boss man of Blackstar Nation. He took his four daughters, and my only daughter, and trained them to be assassins. He used them to do all his dirty work. Eventually, the five of them stood up to him. They threatened to kill him, so he released them from their duties. They went on and had families."
"But when word got around about them having children, he ordered for your parents to be killed. Well, your mothers were a lot smarter then anyone thought. In their wills they had it written it that you four would come to me if anything were to happen to your parents." Blythe stuffed a buttered up pancake into his mouth, and Hope took this opportunity to ask a question that was on her mind.
"You mean...that...the four of us are all related?"
"Yes. My darling daughter, May, fell in love with Charlie. They adopted you, Faith, and raised you as their own. May killed herself because the nightmares of her past still taunted her. The same was true for Charlie; she just handled it in a more physical way."
"As you know, you work for my company, Thraken Union. It is still only second best compared to Blackstar Nation. Two days ago, a hacker hacked into my private files containing all the information about you girls. I had my people trace the signal and it leaded back to Blackstar Nations head building. They decrypted the information at exactly three thirty two this morning. That was only four hours ago."
Blythe stopped speaking for a minute, long enough to pull out four black folders with the words 'Thraken' engraved into the folder in silver, written across the front. "These are the files they found. Now, here is the most shocking part of this dreadful story. Your names, I changed them to protect you from Blackstar Nation. It was the only thing I could do to protect you from what your mothers were trying to protect you from."
"Caprice Jordan." Blythe read from the tab on the folder before he handed it over to Destiny.
"That's my name...Caprice?" Destiny took the folder with a grim look on her face. She flipped it open and the first thing she saw was a picture of her mother holding her at the hospital. "My mother…her name was Katrina."
"Yes, and she was one of the most independent women I have ever met." Blithe commented. "Sonny Skye." He lifted another folder out of his case, and handed it to Miracle.
"Sonny Skye, eh? Very creative name." Miracle opened the folder and saw a picture of her parents holding her in front of a huge oak tree. "Neil and Daisy Skye, they look like such hippies."
All the girls sent her looks that said, look whose talking. "Your father took part in trying to save rainforest, protect animals; all that earth loving hippie shit. To be honest, I never kept up with your parents that much. But, they were definitely on the news enough for me to know they were ok."
"Layla Henderson." Blythe extended his hand, which held another folder, to Faith.
"Layla…well at least it's not Sonny." Faith took the folder and laid it on the table. She was afraid to open the folder and see pictures of her family. Any pictures would just remind her of all the bad times. "So, I guess you're my grandfather huh?"
"Yes, I'm one of them, Scott is the other." Blythe replied as he pulled out the last remaining folder. "Glory Rose." He handed the folder to Hope, and she took it with a sigh.
"Glory Rose? Sounds like a porn stars name…" Hope flipped the folder open and a photo of a portrait of her and her parents together was staring her dead in the face. "Wow…my mom sure was pretty."
"Your mother was very…she was very proper. She was actually a security hacker, and your father was working with the Apple Company at the time. Together, they made millions."
"What happened?" Destiny suddenly asked.
"What do you mean?" Blythe asked in return, as he shut his brief case, holding five folders in his left hand.
"How did Scott get your daughter?"
"Scott and I use to control Blackstar Nation together. To make a long story short, it tricked me in a business deal. He got my daughter, and I was stranded here in Japan. Needless to say, I was raised to get back up when I've been knocked down. I started my own company, and now I'm second best."
"This is all…overwhelming. Our grandfather killed his children, and tried to turn us into his assassins, his own grandchildren. He took our lives away." Destiny mumbled through a mouthful of pancakes.
"I did what I did to protect you four. I hope you understand that." Blythe stood up, and he pulled four plane tickets out of his black suit pocket. "These tickets will take you to Canada. There, a good friend of mine will hide you from Scott. Don't be angry with me, and for god sakes don't try to go after Scott."
Blythe gave each one of the girls a hug, and handed them one of the folders. The girls watched him walk out of the kitchen, and soon the sound of the front door slamming reach their ears. They sat there waiting until they heard him driving off in his car.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Faith asked.
"Yep." Hope replied.
"Definitely." Miracle answered back.
"I'm thinking Leon!" Destiny snickered.
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"Omi Gosh! You four look so fab-u-lous!" Leon was standing in the doorway, decked out in a half cut mesh shirt, and tight leather pants. He had blond hair that was spiked in the back, and he had slanted bangs. Behind him stood a tall dark haired man with hazel green eyes, with a collar around his neck.
"Leon, who's the stud?" Hope eyed the man up and down, then blew him a kiss.
"Chad, and eyes off Hopey, he's my submissive." Leon smirked and casually sat down on the couch. He had a chain leash attached to the collar that Chad wore, and when he tugged on it, Chad knelt on his knees in front of his dominant.
"Wow Leon, I knew you were into kinky stuff, but I never noticed how much you did it in public!" Miracle exclaimed, her face turning quickly red.
"Oh Pish Posh Miracle, all the people are doing it now a days, BDSM is the new black darling. Now, where have you three been for the past week?" Leon patted Chad's head like he was a small puppy.
"We were…out, on a mission." Faith said before Miracle could ramble on into some romantic story about how she fell in love with Galahad. "Leon, we need supplies."
"What do you need?" Leon asked, suddenly turning very serious. He pulled a notepad and pen out of his pocket, and dropped the leash on the floor.
"Black clothes as usual, for all of us, add some color as well. Hand grenades, sniper rifle, two M-16's, and one hand pistol." Faith sat down next to Leon and looked his list over.
"Excellent. So outfits for all of you? Hmmm…color. I'm thinking black and green for Destiny, black and pink for my home girl Hope, black and yellow for adorable little Mira, and Black and red for Fai Fai." Leon's pencil was moving across the pad as fast as lightening.
"And Leon, were going to need you on this one." Leon stopped writing and looked up surprised.
"Security van? Blue prints? Ear pieces? Contacts?" Leon asked.
"The works." Destiny walked into the room, holding the four plane tickets in her hand.
"What do you know about Blackstar Nation?" Destiny stood in front of Leon, her eyes staring at his little slave boy.
"Only it's the top company in the world and it's located in my home land." Leon replied happily as he stuffed his pad and pen into his pants.
"Can you exchange these tickets for four two way trips to London then?" Destiny handed him the tickets, and he snatched them away with a grin.
"Can I change tickets; have I ever let you girls down? Now, I gotta run, have loads to do, so little time. I'll be back in two hours, be cleaned and in your cute little robes." Leon stood up, yanked his slave up from the ground, and dragged him out of the house.
"Are we going to talk about this?" Miracle asked as the front door slammed shut.
"About what?" Hope stood up and headed towards the stairs.
"About..about the knights? And about Faith killing me!" Miracle shouted.
"You killed her?" Hope asked Faith, blinking.
"Yep."
"Eh, I hate you now. I waaaaaaaaaanted to kill her!" Destiny whined.
"Too bad, I got their first." Faith laughed and followed Hope up the stairs.
"You guys are going to argue over killing me! You guys are mean!" Miracle cried. Yep, things were slowly starting to get back to normal already.
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Two hours later, the girls found themselves dressed in business suits, sitting first class on an airplane. Leon and his little bitch were sitting in the back seats, shielded from the rest of the people by curtains. And thank god their were curtains, cause the moans alone were enough to make Miracle want to puke.
"Ugh, why do they have to do that on an air plane? Have they no respect!" Miracle whined, rolling around in her seat like a cooked shrimp.
"They are married, leave them alone." Faith replied as she flipped through a magazine on guns that Leon had handed her when they got on the plane.
"What do you think our outfits look like?" Destiny squealed in excitement. Faith turned and looked at her with a fake smile. Destiny only acted hyper active whenever she was sad or upset. 'She must miss Gawain…'
"Hey, Faith, your phone is ringing." Faith was so zoned out she didn't even hear her phone ringing. She picked it up, looked at the caller ID, then flipped it open.
"Hello...yeah…were on our way their now…really?...make sure you send someone to fix my windows…yeah…ok…yeah…We'll miss you too." Faith closed the phone and slid it into her back pocket.
"That was Blythe. A group of men dressed in black S.W.A.T gear broke into my house. Shattered all my damn windows. Blackstar Nation is already out to get us." Faith sighed, and rubbed her temples.
"Do you think they expect the attack?" Hope questioned her leaders antics.
"Probably. Probably not." Faith replied.
"Faith?" Destiny plopped down in Faith's lap and smiled.
"What do you want now?" Faith sighed in aggravation.
"Do you miss him?" The question was the same question that had been lingering in Faith's mind since the morning. Tristan was someone she was trying not to think about. He was someone who was just as misunderstood as she was, but he much more controlled then she was. Faith turned her head and looked out the window.
The light outside was dimming, and Faith could see that it was becoming dark. The dark clouds reminded her of the night she spent with him by the fire. He tended to her wounds, and held her. It was something she never felt before. Not to mention the sex was amazing. But the question still remained, did she miss him?
"No."
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A/N: I am so sorry! I just got my internet fixed like a few days ago. Sorry for the long wait, I hope everybody enjoys!
Jessipurr
