Hey guys, I'm so sorry for not updating! I feel so mean. To make up for it, here's a disturbing chapter I whipped up to pacify you while I frantically write the next chapter. Seriously though, I feel bad. I made the school play recently, so I've been staying at school until 5 in the evening. Two out of seven days I have karate at six. That leaves me only late nights to work on it, which makes me tired at school. I'll try to update faster, rehearsal was cancelled for a few days due to people being gone for a choir event, so I have some free time after school. Also, just got my braces off, and retainers are odd. Ok, read on!
WARNING, AGES WILL BOUNCE AROUND, SO SAY LIKE FROM FOURTEEN TO TWLEVE. ALSO, LOT'S OF VIOLENCE, BLOOD, GORE, AND INSANITY ACCOMPANIED BY MUCH SWEARING. This is rather odd, and unnesscesary to the story, so you can skip. I just wanted some cute… killing one-shots, I guess? Kinda weird. Oh well, you have been warned, now read on, young padawan.
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Fourteen year old Tony swung his legs on the edge of his chair in Wolf's office. The MM had pulled yet another prank, and rigged the water system to go off (among other things) when certain words were spoken. Wolf sat, pinching the bridge of her nose as several older trainees shrieked down the hall as a water fountain sprayed them as they said the word 'training'.
"Mischief Mongers…" She ground out in an annoyed tone, pausing slightly when she spoke the name due to the fact it sounded like group of angels singing 'Hallellujah' were floating from the ceiling. Wolf started to speak, but was interrupted when the sprinkler system went off. Her eye twitched.
"Someone must've said 'work' again." Riley said thoughtfully, her brothers nodding as they struggled to contain their laughter at the sight of their leader's face turning a nice shade of rage as the sprinklers burst on again.
"Fine, dammnit!" Wolf finally screamed frantically. "You can go on a mission! Just, please, fix the systems!" She finished by tossing an entire case of files on the desk. Evan grabbed them, and raced out, quickly followed by his siblings.
"Ok, Wolf!" Tony called mischievously back at her, and said Chasseur leader screeched as wolf howls filled her office, along with the stench of raw meat.
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True to their word, the MM reset the systems back before they left, making sure they would only revert back once they were far away. They had been begging for wolf to let them go on a mission for almost three weeks, but due to a mission go awry and an injury (along with twelve purple teddy bears, six falsified documents, and one maroon dyed Monger) they hadn't been allowed recently. They sat in the quinjet, heading for Britain, where their first hit was. A woman that took in young runaways from the ages of seven to sixteen. She gave them food shelter water, and even the false care of a mother. After around three days, she grew cold, hard, strict, before finally killing them.
She was such a 'sweet, kind' lady, that no one even had a thought about her being a serial killer.
Riley was rather angry about this case, due to similar circumstances when she was six, and she refused to elaborate further. Due to their pent up energy (and the fact that they needed a bit more proof), they decided to go in as runaways. They all had a fantastic British accent.
They pack small measly bags full of torn clothes, and rubbed them with dirt and grime. Riley didn't wash her hair for a day or so, and they had done their usual workout in the morning, so they all smelled, looked, and acted like runaways.
They moved around back, picking through the trash cans, purposefully making plenty of noise. Within minutes the woman, June Havenforth, was outside, making a fuss over the 'poor little dears'.
"Come inside children, you can bathe and I'll get you something to eat." Havenforth crooned, almost purring as they 'eagerly' went inside.
"Thank you, miss." Jace said politely before they scampered off to the different showers, not missing the cold laughter from Ms. Havenforth, 'call me grams, dearies'.
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The next few days were peaceful. Two new kids showed up, Sara and her sister Hannah. 'Grams' was delighted.
It was about three days after Sara and Hannah arrived that Havenforth showed her true colors. Riley and Tony videoed the whole thing on hidden cameras. Sara spilled a glass of milk on the table. She swore quietly, and reached for a napkin. Everyone froze as 'grams' stood, anger flaring. She grabbed Sara by the scruff of her neck, and shoved her face into the spilt milk.
It took all the Mongers had not to interfere. After a few seconds, Havenforth let Sara up, and cheerily went back to her seat. Sara was staring, horrified. Sara was the older of the sisters, and decided if grams would treat her like that, she couldn't risk it happening to Hannah.
When they went up to the rooms that night for bed (girls in one room, guys in another), Riley quickly explained what they were doing, and Sara agreed to continue to 'unintentionally' make Havenforth angry to gain a reaction until they had enough pure evidence against her that she would be found guilty after her death.
Riley also agreed to protect Hannah the best she could. And Sara was glad she asked that of Riley the next day, when Hannah knocked a bowl off the counter. It didn't break, but splattered the remains of the oatmeal on the floor. Havenforth stood slowly, like before, and Riley suddenly 'tripped' over the rug, launching her glass, silverware, and plate toward the sink.
Riley didn't once complain about the glass embedded in her hands, elbows, knees, and shins. Nor of the dark bruise on the back of her neck, the crescent moon shapes in a deep purple color mirrored the nails on Havenforth's hand.
As soon as Havenforth left to go shopping, Riley's siblings launched toward her, forcing her onto the couch as they tended to her hands. Riley wasn't paying much attention, lost in her own world of memories. She was brought out of it by a small hand patting her cheek.
Little six year old Hannah looked at Riley's face with large, sad, brown eyes. The girl bit her lip sadly, glancing down.
"Sowwy." Hannah whispered, the baby talk coming out in her nervousness.
"For what?" Riley asked, and Hannah looked down again.
"I got you hurt, I dropped my bowl." Hannah spoke quietly, a soft sob near the end. Riley put a finger under the girl's chin with a frown, tilting Hannah's head to look her in the eye.
"That's not your fault." Riley murmured, brushing a hair out of the child's face. Hannah's lip quivered.
"But if I hadn't dropped the bowl, you wouldn't have had to drop yours!" She wailed, tears escaping with sobs. Riley pulled the girl in for a hug.
"It's ok. I would have done it with or without your sister's asking. It wasn't your fault you dropped your bowl, and it wasn't your fault Havenforth decided to hurt me. I will keep you as safe as I can, as much as possible." Riley spoke quickly, but soft in Hannah's ear. The others could still hear it though, and the boys didn't notice Sara's questioning glance. They were to busy looking at the emotions flashing through Riley's eyes. Fear, anger, sadness, desperation, worry, stress, hunger, and a fierce gleam of resolve. Jace recognized the look, having been there when Riley first arrived. It was the look of a street kid.
"But-" Hannah started again, and Riley pulled her back, looking the kid in the eye.
"Tell me, did you drop that bowl on purpose?"
"No." Hannah sniffled.
"Did you want me to get hurt?" Riley asked, going through a familiar pattern that the boys had gone through with her in times of need, to remind each other they didn't deserve what they got, and that it was over now.
"No." Hannah hiccuped.
"Did you hurt me yourself?" Riley smirked as it dawned on Hannah.
"No…" This was a little more cheerful.
"Then how is it your fault?" Hannah didn't have an answer, and Riley smirked. "That's what I thought. Come here!" And with that, Riley started tickling the poor girl, and they shrieked as they played.
After awhile the boys broke the girls apart, and quickly reviewed the footage. Tony had been standing behind Riley during Havenforth's fit of rage, so you could clearly see her face, but not Riley's. Along with being able to see Sara holding Hannah close to her, watching with wide scared eyes, it was perfect footage for indisputable evidence. They had about half an hour until Havenforth returned, so they ran to pull on their gear. They left their masks off, so not to scare Sara and Hannah too badly.
Sara shuddered when she saw them. "I still can't believe you four are assassins." Evan mocked an offended look.
"Why my dear madame! How could you ever doubt us?" He asked, putting a hand to his heart in false offence. They had let their British accents drop, but due to living much of their lives in France, they bore soft French accents. Sara looked a little surprised.
"French, huh?" She inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"Born in America, each of us, lived mainly in Paris since we were seven." Jace responded. They each looked down, smiling softly at memories.
"So how'd you get roped into all this assassin business?" Sara asked after a minute of silence. The Mischief Mongers glanced at each other.
"They found me being abused by my parents," Jace stated gruffly, looking at his hands.
"Neglected, verbally abused." Evan muttered, not taking his eyes off the window.
"My dad was a real ass, my mom was real drunk." Tony choked out, staring at the floor.
"My parents didn't want me, so I was left in a dumpster when I was two, until I was seven." Riley was the only one to continue look at Sara during the explanation. Riley watched the horrified expression spread quickly over the face of the twelve year old girl, and then, understanding.
"Sounds a bit like my mum." She shook off the horror, and decided to give them something in return. "She was always drunk after dad died, one day told us to get in the car at quarter till three in the morning, and shoved us out with one extra pair of clothes in a bad part of town." They all nodded, but gave no pity. It was understood pity was offered by people who didn't understand, who only thought they did.
They didn't like pity, because it meant someone was assuming they knew what they went through, when they truly had no idea. They sat quietly for some time before Riley started humming. Soon the melody was picked up by Tony, and the drums by Evan. Jace took the harmony, and soon they were singing.
I had a way then
Losing it all on my own
I had a heart then
But the queen has been overthrown
And I'm not sleeping now
The dark is too hard to beat
And I'm not keeping up
The strength I need to push me
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine them when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone
'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine them when I'm alone
Noises, I play within my head
Touch my own skin
And hope that i'm still breathing
And I think back to when
My brother and my sister slept…
They finished the song, and got slightly embarrassed when Hannah said cheerfully they were pretty. It wasn't long after with idle chit chat that Havenforth pulled up in the driveway. Tony quickly ushered them out to the backyard, explaining that it would be rather violent. Giving them a few books and toys, along with some crayons for Hannah, he headed back inside with the advice not to expect them out anytime soon.
Jace and Evan stood by the stairs, which was slightly out of view from the front door. Riley stood behind the door, ready to slam it shut behind the vile woman. Tony stood in the living room, which was right off of the front entry way, and held out his weapons. The hallway past the stairs is where the kitchen was, and that was where Havenforth was heading with the groceries.
It worked like a charm. Havenforth walked in, calling for the kids to help her, and huffing when they didn't come running. Riley decided to shut the door softly instead, and stood in front of it when it was closed, weapons drawn. Havenforth grumbled as she teetered down the hall, hefting the groceries behind her.
She finally looked up to call for the children once more, and found Ursa Bear was directly in front of her face, Waiku Dragon just behind. She shrieked, more manly than most of the men they had killed, and took a few steps back. After stepping back, she spun around, headed for the door, only to find Estra Hyena in it's place. The only remaining option was the living room, which held one Tagoi Panther. She screamed again, but didn't start sobbing like most.
She did start sobbing when Hyena cackled though. But once more, did not start stuttering apologies and promises. And then Panther took a step forward.
"No! Please! You wouldn't kill me, would you? A weak, old lady? I've done nothing wrong!" Havenforth wailed, sobbing. Hyena pushed past Panther, who was quickly joined close behind Riley by Dragon and Bear.
"Did you stop when those children asked you?" Hyena hissed, baring her teeth.
"Those children were little terrors, who deserved to die!" Havenforth hissed back, narrowing her eyes. The sobs had stopped.
"THOSE CHILDREN WERE EXACTLY THAT, CHILDREN! AND NO CHILD DESERVES THE PAIN AND SUFFERING OF THE STREETS. IT HARDENS YOU! And then someone comes along, pretending to care, and they're lured in. And then, after awhile, they realize why they were on the streets in the first place. BECAUSE NOBODY GIVES A DAMN ABOUT THE POOR STREET URCHINS! IT MUST BE THEIR FAULT THEY'RE THERE." Hyena roared, taking her brothers by surprise, but didn't interrupt.
"Well it is! If they only tried harder to do somethin-" Havenforth started, only to be cut off.
"YOU THINK WE DIDN'T TRY?! YOU THINK THAT EVERY GODDAMMNED DAY WE STOOD ON THOSE STREETS, THINKING, 'someone will take care of me today, tell me it's going to be ok, make me feel better'? BECAUSE THAT'S NOT WHAT HAPPENS! WE BEG, WE WORK, WE FIGHT FOR WHAT WE HAVE, AND OFTEN, IT WASN'T ENOUGH TO SURVIVE! So we would have to resort to stealing. And stealing involves getting caught. And getting caught starts the rant of: "You no good, dirty, lying, stealing, little bitch. It's your fault you're here, if you were just a good kid, like the others, you wouldn't be here would you? Go home to your parents and stop throwing a fit, you little shit. Now, hurry, before I call the cops!'!" Hyena snarled, and Havenforth wimpered.
"But nobody ever stopped to think that maybe we didn't have parents to run back to. That maybe we didn't have time for fits, because throwing a fit may cost you your shelter, food, and money. Possibly even your life. But nobody cared, because we're just little street urchins. And whose fault is it we're there? Ours, apparently." Riley growled, leaving a stunned silence. Bear cleared his throat, and they all merged into one line.
"Tourra Wolf has deemed you worthy of death, June Havenforth. And we carry out her orders." Dragon stated calmly, watching the emotions of horror, shock, and surprisingly, remorse.
"Have a shitty afterlife." Riley ground out, slamming her daggers into Havenforth's lower abdomen, and tearing up. Havenforth let out a scream of agony, before the life faded from her eyes, and she fell over dead. Riley smeared the blood around a little, as the boys let her be. They knew she needed a little space, and backed off. Changing out of their uniforms, the Mischief Mongers sat Hannah and Sara on the front porch, walking them around the outside of the house, with the tape of Riley's beating, along with Sara's. Little did Hyena know about the tape Tony had been taking of her during her rant he left for the police.
A few days after that kill, everyone looked at street kids differently, and they were recieving more money, and a few nicer vendors where letting them get away with stealing some fruit or clothing.
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The twelve year old Mongers sat on the quinjet, all dyed bright blue due to one of Riley's experiments gone wrong. They had chosen to ignore it for now, as they were going on a basic hit quickly.
A few hours later they were in China, killing a rapist. Deciding to look around a bit, they recieved a few odd looks due to their color, but most shrugged it off. One little girl however didn't.
They stopped at a small park at Riley's insistence, and a small girl toddled up to Evan and patted his leg. She giggled in surprisingly good English.
"Are you a Smurf?" Jace snorted, covering it with a cough, and Riley fell off the monkey bars a few feet over. Tony chuckled, still messing with his new tablet parts they had stolen from the hit.
"Yes. Want to go be smurfy with me?" Her parents laughed as the girl nodded and ran off with Evan, presumably to be smurfy.
"Sorry about her, she doesn't have a filter yet." The girl's father stated, holding out his hand with a smile.
"Buluhi Liang, and this is my wife, Samantha." The man was clearly chinese, while the wife looked more Italian.
"Hello," Samantha said kindly, her eyes warm at the sight of her daughter playing with Evan. They were dancing around, singing a song from the smurfs. Riley decided to play, and they were running around playing tag.
"Your daughter is very sweet. And don't worry, my sister doesn't have filter yet either." Jace chuckled as Riley fell over after being tagged. Buluhi and Samantha laughed at that, smiling warmly.
"Thank you. Her name is Ayana. (eye-on-a)." Tony could clearly hear the Italian accent, though it was fading from time away from her home country.
"Se posso chiedere, Lei parla italiano così come si guarda vero? (If I may ask, do you speak Italian as well as you look it?)" Tony asked in perfect Italian. Samantha laughed.
"Anzi faccio, giovane uomo. Sembra che fate pure. Ma il tuo accento non è d 'Italia, più di Francia. (Indeed I do, you man. It appears you do as well. But your accent is not of Italy, more of France.)"
Tony grinned. "Oui!" Buluhi stared.
"If I may ask, what just happened? I'm fairly sure the last part was French." They chuckled and were about to clue him in, when Riley rushed over panting. "Hide me from the mini monster! She's already gotten Evan's brains! She's coming for me!" Riley shrieked as Ayana caught up, the small girl giggling madly.
After awhile of chatting, they all needed to leave. As they were bidding each other goodbye, Samantha quickly spoke up.
"I've been meaning to ask, why are you all blue?" They glanced at Riley, who piped up.
"Three pounds of flour, a teaspoon of sugar, blue dye, too much candy, and a defective bunsen burner!" She chirped cheerfully, skipping away. They Liang's stared, amused.
Jace cleared his throat. "Science experiment gone wrong…" And they all went home.
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"Hi, Tasha, hi, Clint!" Riley called as they landed. Said assassins smiled, perking up at the sight of the fifteen year old Mongers.
"Hey, guys, what's up?" Clint asked, giving Tony a high five.
"Nothin' much." Evan shrugged.
"Wolf's been kinda mad at us, so we stole a case file and escaped." Tony smirked.
"Ready, guys?" Natasha asked, impatient.
"Sheesh, Tasha… No love." Hyena grumbled, pulling down her mask. Natasha rolled her eyes.
"Wheeeeeeee!" Hyena squealed, jumping down the vent, that went straight down a ways, quickly followed by Panther's 'bombs away!'.
"I don't think they understand the 'stealth' part of being assassins." Jace muttered, following after the first two.
Evan stood on top of the vent a moment, arms crossed and a leg on each side, before snapping his legs together and falling in. Natasha groaned.
"Why did we agree to come on a mission with them when they haven't been on one in weeks?" She whined to Clint, who merely shrugged.
"They are entertaining." He stated, jumping into the vent himself. Natasha stood, thinking for a second before shrugging. He was right, after all…
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Tony stood, wiping the blood off of his weapons. He kicked aside an intestine that got loose (Hyena's work, she was a little pissed at this one), and scowled as he searched for his phone.
"Hey guys?" Evan asked suddenly. Everyone looked up at him, stopping what they were doing.
"What?" Jace asked in return. Evan patted his pockets. "Who has the quinjet key?" They looked at each other, before patting their pockets.
"I think I had it. Did I give it to you, Jace?" Tony asked, frowning. Jace shook his head.
"No, I think you gave it to Riley." They all looked at the girl who shrugged. "I think I put it on the table over there." They all turned to look. The table was squished in the fight. Riley winced.
"Uh-oh." Tony played the app that let the key let out a shrill cry to alert them where it was.
The noise sounded, and they all looked around. Suddenly, all their faces fell.
The cry was coming from either inside or below the victim's bloody corpse.
"Well, shit."
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Twelve year old Tony sat with Evan and Riley, as Jace currently had the flu. They were sad that their brother was missing this, but wanted it done anyways.
They landed in Florida around three, and marched down the street in full uniform, causing a few stares and screams.
People followed them, hanging back as they marched up to the door, knocking loudly.
"Special delivery!" Tony called in a sing-song voice.
"What is it?" A gruff voice called back.
"I've got one order of death, with an extra large helping of pain for one Adam Lounges?" Riley called, causing a few snickers in the yard behind them.
"What? Who the hell do you think you-" The man cut himself off seeing them, as they all waved cheerily.
"That'll be eighteen sixty-five, please." Evan drawled, before punching the man in the face. Riley ran after him into the road, and Tony ran him over with a car a few times. Overall, fun!
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The thirteen year olds sat in the living room of a deadman, all not speaking.
"So…." Jace muttered after about ten minutes.
"No." The other three said at once, glaring.
"Come on, guys, Someone has to go get them!" Jace whined, pouting.
"You forgot them!" Tony snapped, glaring. It had been an exhausting few days of stake outs for the three, and Jace had been on the quinjet, waiting for the signal. In his haste to get there when the signal, he didn't realize he had forgotten the tokens.
"But-" He was cut off.
"JACE, IF YOU DON'T GO GET THEM RIGHT NOW I WILL CASTRATE YOU AND SHOVE THE REMOVED LIMB DOWN YOUR THROAT, NOW GO!" Riley rarely got that mad, but if she did, just do whatever she said. Don't run, she'll catch you, just obey.
Jace did what she asked.
A few hours later a joking trainee asked why it had taken them so long to get back. Before they could stop her, Riley punched him in the face.
Everyone else shut up.
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"FUCK YOU TONY!" a twelve year old Evan screeched, covered in a spray of blood.
"It's kinda funny…" Riley chuckled as Tony howled. Jace laughed moderately.
"I didn't know that arteries could spray like that!" Evan huffed, rinsing his mouth.
"Well, now you do." Riley patted him on the back.
"And you also know what blood taste like!" Tony gasped out, and Evan lunged.
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The fourteen year old Death Walkers stood over the slowly dying man.
"Tourra Wolf has found you worthy of death. We carry out her orders." Riley intoned, hesitating slightly before stating: "We are the Death Walkers, and you are in our sights." She slammed her blade into the man's skull, and turned to the others.
"What was that?" Tony asked confusedly. Evan nodded with him.
"Yeah." Jace gave Riley a look. The girl shrugged.
"Seemed right. I like it. I'm keeping it." They shrugged.
"Ok. Anyone was pizza?" Tony asked as the walked out.
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Let me know what you think. And yes, this was meant to be this odd. Ish. Maybe. Ok this all came on rather suddenly in two hours of putting down a couple of the parody thoughts of murder I had. Was it funny to you? My personal favorite was the one with the quinjet key. Ok, gotta go, bye!