A/N: Okay, so nothing really big happened in that part... lol. Here's part 2! I'm not repeating the disclaimer... you all should know that by now lol. Okies, please R&R! Enjoy! ^_^

~~~~~~Part Two~~~~~~

They danced around the helpless man, their blades clacking together and forming scissors. Their mirthless, sadistic laughter filled the air.

"Snippety-snap!" Jemima taunted, snipping her blades in the man's face.

"No! Please!" the man begged, trying to squirm away from the twins. "Please, let me go!"

"Not until you tell us where the Rooders are!" Ralph declared, pointing a blade at him.

"R-Rooders?" the frightened man repeated, shielding his face. "I don't know of any Rooders! I don't even know what they are! Please, let me go!"

Ralph pulled his blade back and sneered, "Then I have a present for you!" He combined his blades into scissors, then ran forward.

Jemima's evil laughter and the man's scream echoed through the air as her brother brutally beheaded the man, killing him.

As Ralph pulled his blades back and wiped off the blood on the dead man's shirt, Jemima asked, "How many deaths does he want tonight?"

"Five," her brother answered with glee. "Then we can go back and report!"

Jemima stared at her brother with envy. He was so good at killing... He pleased their master, at any rate. Ralph had killed much more than Jemima, even though she'd been with him on every mission they'd been on.

"We should go in the house," she said, pointing at the door. "See if anyone's in there and give them a surprise!" She cackled.

Ralph grinned. "Excellent idea!"

He walked over to the door, Jemima behind him, and kicked it open. As he started walking into the house, Jemima picked up the head of the dead body and threw it at him. He caught it by the hair and looked back at her.

"Thought you might like it," she said, shrugging. Ralph smiled at her.

"Nobody can identify the body now!" he said, his eyes glinting. The twins then ran into the house.

The first person Jemima saw was a middle-aged woman, walking innocently down the hallway. She instantly concealed herself in the shadows so she wouldn't be seen. Ralph was nowhere in sight; she concluded he had gone off somewhere to take care of the head.

When the woman was close, Jemima let out a loud, evil cackle. The woman suddenly looked terrified, and Jemima jumped out, brandishing her blades. The woman screamed, and Jemima sneered, "Slice and dice!"

She lunged forward with one of her blades, not giving the victim a chance to respond. The weapon sliced through the woman, causing a fountain of blood to spurt from the body. Jemima jumped back to avoid being sprayed, and as the body fell, she thrust her second blade into the woman's forehead. She dragged both blades through the body until they met, cleaving the body in half.

Jemima then dragged the two halves of the body to the kitchen, where she saw Ralph throw the head in one of the ovens to burn. He turned to her, saw her victim, and smiled.

"Help me," said Jemima. Ralph took a half, and they both dragged the body to a corner, where Jemima then set it on fire with a burning oil lamp on the table. Ralph cackled, then the twins left the kitchen, leaving the body burning.

About an hour later, Ralph had made his final kill, and the twins were now going back to the manor.

"Ah!" sighed Ralph contentedly, stretching his arms over his head. "How proud will Master be when he hears we've done what he's asked!"

"Yeah," said Jemima with half her normal enthusiasm. She knew what would happen. He would be happy with Ralph... but she shouldn't receive too bad of a beating if he knew she had at least killed one by herself... She shuddered at the thought. Hopefully he'd be so pleased with Ralph he wouldn't ask to see her. Hopefully her beating would come another day...

"Are you sure you're all right?" Ralph asked, looking over at her. "You don't seem your normal self."

"I'm fine, Ralph," Jemima insisted. She couldn't have Ralph knowing about what was happening to her... She didn't want it to happen to him as well...

"All right, all right, I'm sorry," said Ralph, raising his hands and backing a couple of steps away from her.

They eventually reached the manor, and once they entered, Jemima quickly went up to her room while Ralph went to see their master.

The girl anxiously paced around the room. It really wasn't like her to be scared like this, but then again... She prayed he wouldn't want to see her. She prayed Ralph's report would be enough to sustain him...

A sudden knock at the door sounded, and Jemima's heart fell. Oh no. Please don't say it's...

"Jemima?" One of her master's maids poked her head in the door. "The master wants to see you."

Jemima nodded, picked up her blades again, and anxiously left the room.

As she slowly walked down the stairs to her master's study, her heart began to pump harder as fear began to fill her. Here we go again...

She reached the study and opened the door. As she walked in and closed the door behind her, Jemima noticed the man sitting at the desk. He lifted his head to meet her gaze, and she cowered.

Here was her master... Lord Burroughs.