The limo quickly weaved through the streets of Townsville. The place legally called my home. I haven't been here in years and I barely remember my last moments. Yet I do remember I was lied to. I didn't go to a reform school, yet an assassin training camp. It taught me everything I needed to know to become the ultimate killer. That's what i am, the ultimate killer. As I began to think about the dangerous missions I've been assigned and how many lives i could have taken, then suddenly the car stops. I look at the window to see this mansion. My home. Just the way i remember it. The door erupting opens and the sun hits my slightly tanned skin. I pulled my sunglasses over my rose eyes as I stepped out of the car. "Welcome home, Ms. Utonium" The chauffeur gave me a small smile which I gladly returned before headed up the stair and into the house. Things were different. I remember this house being lively and welcoming. It felt cold and ominous... i put my senses on high alert once I noticed something was wrong. No one came to greet meet. Some family I have... I walked into what i believe was the dining room and I was completely surprised,
"WELCOME HOME, BLOSSOM!" The maids, friends and family were all in a crowd in what seemed to be a party decorated room.
"Is this for me?" i was completely shocked. I noticed a little blond-haired boy come closer to me. When he got close enough, I noticed it was Boomer. My little brother Boomer. He opens his arms to me and pulled into a hug. This type of affection was so foreign to me. i awkwardly hugged back to him.
"Is that how you hug your younger brother after all these years?" I stared at him blankly not knowing what to do. I've been away so long it seemed weird to have emotions. Where I went emotions weren't allowed. i gave him a small smile. "I guess that's what reform school does to you" Before i could correct him I was pulled away by a woman. She pulled me into a tight hug but I managed to get a good look at her. She had long brown hair that was pin straight. Kiddish brown eyes that danced with excitement. She smelled like vanilla. Vanilla... The memory seemed to ring in my head.
"I'm so happy your home" The high pitch instantly reminded me of who it was.
"ROBIN!" I hugged her back as tightly as she hugged me. Robin is a close family friends, hell she's practically family. She always stayed over. She had a permanent room in our mansion. Now that i think about it, I think I only met her parents once. They weren't nice people... But Robin was a sweetheart. I hope she still was... She pulled away from me with tears in her eyes.
"I've missed you so much" before i could reply i heard a loud clap. I turned my attention to the middle of the room, to see my father. John Utonium. Age was consuming him yet still he stands. Looks like he's attempted to work out. His salt and pepper seemed to somehow be covering his head. I knew my father was almost 50 but he could go for 30...
"I would like the respectable guest to take their seats at the table for brunch. Thank you" My father was always warm and sweet yet I sense something in him had changed... I sat at the table next to Robin and Boomer and across from Butch, my oldest brother. He looked...grown up. Muscular and well-groomed. He looked as if he was forcing himself to be happy, though. As soon as everyone got settled at the table i heard a glass being tapped and my father rose at the head of the table. "We are here today for the celebration of my daughter return. This is a glorious event and we are all happy to be here. As you see my daughter has turned into the beautiful and well respected young woman I always dreamed of her being. With that being said, I can now say my daughter is a liable candidate to take over my empire." The crowd cheered as he sat down. I had no idea what he was talking about. I never knew what kind of work my father did yet I knew he had many people got out on missions. What type of mission? I don't know. When I was younger I wasn't that concerned with it but now that I think about it, there's more behind my family than I realized. As i sat at the table and began to recognize faces conversation dispersed through the table.
"What does he mean?" I whispered the question to Robin while plates of food were placed on the table.
"We will talk later. Trust me" She whispered back. I knew she had the inside information I needed...
"So family" Just saying the word. "I missed anything?" The whole table laughed. Well I guess I'm a comedian now.
"Nothing important, honestly darling" i knew that voice. it was as soft as velvet but as deadly as arsenic itself. Sedusita. My father's third wife. They've been together the longest yet their relationship wasn't like the first two. It didn't seem filled of love and compassion. It seemed forced and expected. Butch and I always called Seduita, Sedusa because it rhymed with Medusa. Not that I'm older, the name fits her. She's still the same. Aging 'gracefully' yet she hold this presence around her. A omunious powerful presence. Her skin was a haunting pasty color and she has striking green eyes. Her hair was almost as long as mine. Ebony hair flowed down her back. I'll pay respect when respect was due, Seduita is beautiful and I won't deny it. However, what's beautiful on the outside is not always beautiful on the inside. I learned that the hard way... My memories were supressed when I heard a hard slam at the table. My eyes found the source of the noise. Butch.
"So my daughter death 2 months ago, doesn't mean shit?"
"It was 2 months ago..." She sounded so nonchalant and hallow. That pissed Butch off, he flipped the table over and stormed off. After that everything became a bur. Butch seemed to storm off. My father was yelling in various languages, when did he learn that? Robin was pulling me with her, following Butch. Ugh, I think I need to rest. My legs were moving voluntarily but my head was wanting to go the other way. Suddenly we stopped and I noticed we were in a room. This room... Something was familiar about it.
"Butch, you can't lose your cool like that!"
"Do you really thunk i give a fuck about what this family thinks of me?!" The were eyes to eyes, equally angry. "I'm gone through hell and high water. Put my fucking life on the line many times and when shit hits the fan she says something so disrespectful!" He looks away from Robin, obvious to my presence, starts pacing. "I lost the daughter i honestly didn't want. I'm I ashamed to say that no, but do I miss her . Yes. My little girl was murdered because of this family. Because of this life style. I'm tired of trying to live up to the JoJo family. Fuck the mob!"
"Butch, you're preaching to the choir. You don't think I KNOW! We've all been screwed over by your father's heartless decisions and missions but this is NOT the way to go about it!" She moved over to him and stood in front of him. Trying to calm him down by being equally tough with him. It was almost funny. She was at least a foot below him. "I understand your angry, hell we all are. But sae your anger. Save it. Store it away for the right moment.." A small smirk crept her lips then it spread to Butch's. Was i missing something? Obviously I was, Butch leaned down and captured Robin's lips in a passionate kiss... WHAT THE HELL?! I cleared my throat but they didn't break apart
' . Guys. HEYY, BREAK IT UP!" i pushed in-between them. "What they hell is going on?! When did this happen? What... You know what. Start explaining from the day I left to the moment we just had" I sat at the desk, moving my chair to face them as they sat on the couch. Butch's muscular arm drapped around Robin's shoulder pulling her close. The were somewhat cute together but they were perfect.
"After Dad sent you to reform school, all hell broke loose" I held my hand up.
"I wasn't sent to reform school. I was sent to be trained as an assassin" They looked as if what I said was expected.
"Great, we really are a family of killers. All the missions I do, are hit-man jobs. A quick kill or just to shake someone up. Boomer? He is more of the deal person. Dad's prodigy since I don't exactly fit the bill"
"What do you mean? What kind of family is this?" They looked at each other and laughed.
"Bloss, you always were funny" Robin wiped a tear from her eye. i just stared at them nd soon they noticed my seriousness. "You seriously don't know?" I shook my head. "Bloss, your family is a mob. A family that demands respect from all of Townsville when we don't. We only own half of it. There's more into it than I know about. There's the drug dealing, the business deals, family arrangements,and all kids of stuff that your father tells no one about. Well maybe Sedusa. We as a family, do his dirty work." As I listened I was starting to put the pieces together...
"So I nothing but a project waiting to be fulfilled?" Anger and rage rushed through me.
"We don't know exactly what your father is going to do with you, yet. It won't belong until we find out." We sat in silence for a while. I was speechless. Who knew I would be coming home to Hell?
"So this is what we do? We sit around and let him pull the strings?"
"Yep. let him pull the strings or you die". Something in his voice gave me the chills. Yet it was his eyes that told the story. I couldn't help but notice that his eyes held some familiarity. Striking green... Robin's voice pulled we away from my thoughts.
"Look Blossom, we're glad you're back but we're going to warn you. Don't be fooled by the simple things." She got up and hugged me. "I'm gonna go downstairs and help with the clean up" She eyed Butch before leaving. I turned my attention to Butch.
"You wanna tell me what happened with your daughter?"
"No" He looked down, avoiding my eyes. "I just want you to have fun being home, okay?" He looked up at me, with a sadistic smile. "Let's go out tonight, you know, go hit the town. Show you what you've missed over the last few years. You are legal now right?"
"You forgotten the little things about me? I'm hurt" i dramatically placed my hand over my heart. He slightly laughed.
"I can't forget my little sister, even if I tried. So I'm taking that as a yes?"
"Of course! I've been at an all girl school for 14 years ! I would kill to do anything!"
"All girls? All day?'
"Day and Night. It was horrific."
"Luckily you have brothers" He began laughing harder. the sound I enjoyed hearing as a kid. The voice I longed to hear. My best friend. Butch. I walked over to him and gave him a hug. Something I haven't willingly done since I left.
"I missed you " Butch was obviously taken back by the action as well yet he hugged my back anyways.
"I missed you too"
