Super: Yay someone actually spazzed out because I left a cliffhanger. *tears of joy*
Thanks LatinaGirlMeows13 for showing so much excitment towards my story, which made me get
off my lazy bum and write the 4th chapter.

Once again the writing info is on the first page if you can't remember it.

Disclaimer: Once again I own the plot, Triff and Ace and nothing else. I gain no profit from the story.

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"6 years ago, Triff and Ace were in charge of the mob bosses."

A 12-year-old asleep in bed having sweet dreams, her parents down the hall sleeping unaware, of what was
about to happen. The silent sound a lock being picked below them, and the sight of two young females
entering their quiet home. A quick capture of the two adults, and the taking of a child.

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In one swift motion a burlap sack was taken off the 12-year-old girl's head, she looked around and saw her
two parents next to her. They were both tied to chairs by their hands and feet and both were gagged, much
like her. The girl looked around the room, it was dark and the only light coming in was from the street lights
that flitered in through the only window in the abandoned room. The most horrifying part of the whole ordeal
was that not 4 feet from her stood a pale woman with blood red eyes. The young girl's eyes shown with fear.

"Now now," started Triff. "No need to worry, we won't hurt you...if you can answer a simple little question."
she finished.
The girl stared at Triff still terrified but noticing her say "we", she couldn't see anyone else in the room.
Triff walked over to her and her parents and took off their gags, the girl's mother was about to scream but Triff
took her gun and put it on the girl's mother's head. "Scream and you die right here." Triff said as if it was
the simplest thing in the world. The mother shut her trap.
"Now for the question." Triff said, "We all want to go to heaven but?" she said staring at the family. The father
stared not sure if that was the question or not, and the mother started crying silently. The girl could do
nothing but stare.

Triff smirked, "I suppose you can't answer the question." with that she pointed her gun at both the parents
heads and pulled the trigger on both of them. Their heads slacked back blood pouring out of the bullet wounds.
The girl screamed, but was quickly silenced when something cold and metal wrapped around her throat. Her
eyes moved down to see a sickle blade around her throat. Ace leaned down and whispered into the girl's ear
"Yet we're all afraid to die." and in one quick motion Ace slid the sickle around the girl's throat and blood poured
out, making the girl chock on her own blood.

Ace walked around the three lifeless bodies and stared at them, an almost innocent looking smirk appeared
on her lips. "Appears they didn't know." she whispered, before crouching down and dipping her fingers into
the families blood and writing on the wall.

By the time the police would arrive they would find the already rotting bodies of a family and the words
"Ace and Triff are back." written on the left wall in blood.

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Isabella's arm shot out from under the blankets and smacked the alarm clock shut off button before sitting up
in bed and streaching. She still smelled of blood from last night, but her costume was clean and hidden in
her closet. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and her feet touched the cold wood floor as she walked
into the bathroom to take a shower and to get ready for work.

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Isabella walked through the halls of Arkham, her black high heels making a clicking noise. Her hair once again
clipped up, and her clothes now cosisted of a light green blouse and a white pencil skirt. She stepped into
her office and spotted the files she had yet to look through on her desk. She could read those rather quickly,
Isabella had other things to take care of. Jonathan was still trapped here and she now knew why, she felt some
sort of need to get him out of here.

She sat down in her chair and thought of ways to get him out, saying he was sane would make to many people
suspicious. Also simply letting him out while no one was looking would make people suspicious. She needed
to have witnesses to him escaping, then the witnesses could say she had nothing to do with it, but little would
they know she did. Isabella tapped her fingers on her desk, the new ear plugs Triff had "gotten" for her blocked out
a lot more sound then the cotton balls did. She sat thinking for about 40 minutes before a sickly sweet smile
spread across her lips, she had just they way of getting Jonathan out now all she had to do was get him in
on the plan.

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Yay chapter four! Read and Review thanks!