“We were born together, we have always been together, and we will always find each other. Remember that sis, our souls are linked, we WILL find each other!” she shouted as she tried to run faster.
“I’m scared,” Danger sobbed as she buried her face into her sister’s shoulder.
“So am I,” Destruction replied. Up ahead she could see the end of the bridge and safety.
“I think we made-“
Destruction’s words were cut off as nearly a hundred pounds of Semtex exploded along various sections of the bridge. The explosion shattered the concrete and steel construct, sending shrapnel and debris everywhere. The concussion force of the blast shot outward at supersonic speed and flattened trees alongside the bridge. A plume of fire shot into the sky and the roar of the bridge crashing to the ground could be heard for miles. The entire bridge collapsed in a heap of debris and rubble, smashing its way to the small creek below.
The dust and debris slowly cleared. The explosion registered on several scientific instruments for studying earthquakes many miles away. Soon the area would be swamped with police and fire and rescue. They would find traces of Semtex and evidence of deliberate demolition and the remains of a person or several persons, it would take time to tell.
5 years earlier, Tirana, Albania.
“Let us get this straight, you want a sanctioned assassination against a fellow member because of, and I am quoting you here; “His children are an abomination and far too dangerous to be allowed to live.” These are your words.”
The Bell nodded.
“They are, and I stand behind them.”
Another voice echoed from the darkness.
“Children. Really? You want permission to kill two 9 year old children.”
“Yes.”
A female voice with a slight Russian accent chimed in.
“You have never been one to make jokes. In fact, I have always suspected you did not possess a sense of humor. So why develop one now, in your old age?”
“I am not joking, I am serious.”
A voice with a strong Arabic accent spoke next.
“This is absurd. Killing Stepan Taravitch’s children is absurd. Even if he had committed an act deemed punishable by death, his family cannot be targeted. This is our way, the way it has been for thousands of years. We do NOT target family.”
“The code permits exceptions to every circumstance.”
“Bullshit,” a male voice with a strong US Southern accent bellowed from the darkness, “That is total bullshit and you know it. It is set in stone, family are off limits. Besides, Stepan Taravitch has committed NO CRIME. I don’t even know why we are having this meeting, I was in the middle of a 6 under par golf game.”
The Bell surveyed the scene. The meeting hall of the organization that had no official name was large and decorated in black and red. In front of him was a large round table where each member would sit if in attendance or an intercom would take their place if they were not present physically. 7 people sat around the table, the rest were represented by small black boxes, intercoms connected to wherever in the world it was that its respective owner happened to be at the moment.
“Let me explain something to you all,” The Bell started, sighing first,” Collected in this room are the true rulers of this planet and its people. We decide everything that happens, civilizations live and die at our whim. Each of us has an individual strength or talent that the others cannot match. Art, Sport, Science, Medicine, Media, Business, you all have that one particular strength that cannot be matched. MINE is combat, war, terror, anything and everything related to the annihilation of people and nations, THIS is my expertise. None of you can match me either separately or combined. And I am telling you this as a truth: the children of Stepan Taravitch are NOT human. They are demons, set loose upon this Earth by means I cannot understand, and they will only grow exponentially in power as they mature. They must be killed NOW, while I have the ability to do so. If left alive they will one day assuredly destroy this organization and everyone in it. Not because of any specific reason, but because they CAN.”
The room fell silent as the other members thought.
“They are nine years old,” an older African woman said from her chair.
“Yes, they are,” The Bell answered stoically.
“Nine year old demon children from Hell who will, just the two of them, destroy…..us?” the older African woman said with deadly seriousness.
“Yes,” The Bell answered.
The room was silent for a moment.
“I call a vote,” came a voice.
“I second the call,” came another.
“We do not need to discuss the particulars. It is obvious what the specific request is. Do we sanction the assassination of Stepan Taravitch’s children? Vote yes or no, “a German accented voice called out from the darkness.
Unanimously, the vote was NO.
The Bell bowed his head.
“One day, you will wish you could have this moment back and change the path you have chosen,” he said softly, “I just hope I am still alive to clean up the mess.”
The Bell bowed slightly as he left the meeting room. His mind was already calculating his next move. He knew that an unsanctioned attack on the girls would be a serious crime, one that could result in his own death. But he was willing to take the risk, the girls were far too dangerous to leave anything to chance. Besides, several members owed him their lives and it took a 100% vote to convict, especially when a possible death sentence was involved. Sometimes you have to walk the knife’s edge in order to make the cut.
As he walked to his awaiting limousine he planned. He considered calling his two Rwandan Assassin pupils, but decided against it. In the event he was killed he wanted them to inherit his spot and his resources. He would bring his elite attack squad, the ZCS 123. They would be more than enough to handle the situation. He smiled slightly to himself, he was 100% sure of success.
The present day, the banks of a river.
Destruction opened her eyes and blinked. She wasn’t sure of her surroundings, but she felt wet. She looked down and saw the lower half of her body in water. She raised her head and realized she was lying face down on the side of the small river than ran under the bridge that had just recently exploded underneath her and Danger. She tried to stand up but two bolts of pain slammed into her sides and she fell back into the mud. She quietly sobbed to herself for a few moments then attempted to lift herself up again to no avail. She lay face down in the mud sobbing as she contemplated her situation.
She had been carrying Danger off the bridge when it exploded underneath them. She felt the concussive force of the blast smash into her and she remembered losing her grip on her sister then the sensation of falling, and that was it. She didn’t know how long she had been knocked out of where she was or how she got here or where her sister is. Her mind raced, Danger had been injured bad, much worse than Destruction and she knew she had to get her to a hospital or she would die.
Destruction summoned every ounce of energy and willpower she had and made one more attempt to pull herself out of the mud. She felt every synapse in her body fire with pain and she crawled out of the muddy river and onto the shoreline. She turned herself over onto her back and hauled herself up, finally collapsing face up on the grassy shore, the warm sun shining down on her.
She surveyed her surroundings, she didn’t see her sister anywhere. Actually, she did not even see the bridge or what was left of it. She thought to herself that she must have fell into the river as the bridge collapsed and floated with the debris downstream a bit. Inside she was a wreck, she didn’t know where Danger was or even if she was still alive. She closed her eyes and look inside herself. She could sometimes feel her sister’s presence even if they were separated, twins often have this sort of bond that no one can ever explain. But try as she might, she could not feel Danger’s presence anywhere near her. She looked down at herself, her clothes were wet, dirty, and had blood stains on them. She lifte
d up her shirt to examine her wounds. Alain had only managed to slash her on her sides, not really causing a deep wound, just more like bad razor cuts, but they still needed to be treated.
Danger, however, had been badly injured. Alain had slashed her deeply and while she tried to ignore it, she thought she saw parts of Danger’s intestines poking through the deep wound across her abdomen as she carried her. She had no idea what happened to her sister but she was assuming the worst, and this tore her soul apart. Destruction knew she had to get back to the where the bridge had been and find her sister. They had hidden their car near the bridge on a small dirt road and it would be the only way she could get them out of the area. But first, she had to get up.
Destruction pushed her hands against the ground and pushed herself into a sitting position. She took a deep breath and, in one painful motion, she forced herself to stand up. Pain shot through her body and she staggered, grabbing onto a nearby tree to steady herself she stood there panting as she concentrated, trying to block the pain from her mind as she was taught. She focused on seeing her sister in her mind, and using her love for Danger she willed herself to stand. She stood there in silence, her eyes closed, as she focused and cleared her mind. She focused on the memory and feeling of lying in bed, her sister wrapped around her body, their deep passionate kissing and loving, becoming one being, in tune and in sync with each other. She used those feelings, that undying and unquestioned love for her sister fuel her strength. Opening her eyes, she began to walk back to where the bridge once stood.
Unknown location
“Is she awake yet?”
“Yes she is, she is only pretending to be unconscious.”
“Hmm, I don’t understand what she hopes to accomplish with that.”
“She is playing a part, the part of an innocent child, despite the fact she knows damn well we know who she is.”
“You should just kill her, it means one is out of the way.”
“We do not do things that way.”
“Besides, if we kill her we run the risk of her sister not showing herself. We need them both, alive.”
“Alive? What happened to having their skulls as trophies?”
“There have been complications. Unforeseen circumstances that we did not anticipate.”
The three men stared through the glass into the room where Danger lay on a hospital bed, IV’s sticking out of her arms, and straps holding her down. She was awake, and aware, but she remained silent and unmoving. Inside, her mind blazed with activity, she would murder each and every human being within ten miles of her location once she was able to free herself. For the moment, she remained silent and unmoved. She knew she was injured, but she did not know where her sister was, and her separation anxiety was only being kept in check by the extreme awareness of just how bad of a situation she was actually in.
The man with the turtle neck sweater sighed.
“That idiot Alain, I didn’t think he would pull something like this.”
Banga shook his head.
“It matters not, we found them anyway. He saved us the trouble of coordinating a trap.”
“Besides, he died like a true warrior, in battle, and not behind a desk or a laptop giving orders. We respect that,” Ajani added.
The man in the turtle neck sweater knew that was an insult at his expense but he kept silent, he was so close now, he didn’t want to ruin any chance he had.
“So what happens now?” he asked.
The two Rwandans started at Danger through the glass.
“Her sister will come to us, she will attempt to save her. Then we will have her and take them home as trophies.”
“Home?” Turtleneck asked.
“They will come with us, as trophies. We are paying an old debt to someone we owe a great deal to,” Banga said softly.
“I don’t understand,” Turtleneck admitted, “You have them, just kill them, why the melodrama?”
“There are things you do not and will not understand. This is a part of our world, as this girl and her sister are, we all call the same place ‘home’ except THEY turned their backs on it. We will rectify certain things by returning them to where they belong.”
The three men stared at the still unmoving Danger.
“I still cannot believe the SMMC were two 14 year old girls, I just cannot believe it,” Turtleneck said in disbelief.
“They are not girls, they are not even human. They are demons from hell, let loose upon this world by chance or fate or whatever. You are lucky they did not destroy this entire nation.”
Turtleneck shook his head.
“They ARE human, they ARE children. That one there, she almost DIED! Can demons from Hell die? Not bloody likely, not in any movie I ever saw. You are being overly dramatic.”
“Do not be fooled by her predicament. If she really wanted to, she could get out of that bed, break those straps, and kill everyone in this facility EXCEPT for my brother and I. She is merely biding her time,” Ajani stated.
“Bullshit,” Turtleneck spat.
“Believe what you will, it does not concern us. We are playing a game now, with her. She knows her sister will come for her, we know it as well. We know there will be a fight, and we know almost everyone here will die. It is inevitable.”
“Then why not just kill her NOW?” Turtleneck said.
“You fool, it would only anger her sister more.”
Turtleneck threw his hands in the air.
“This is bullshit, she is a kid. Not some ‘Demon from Hell’. Kill her!”
The two Rwandans remained silent as they stared at Danger through the glass. Banga looked down and keyed a microphone on.
“You can hear me, we know you are only pretending to be unresponsive. You were trained well, but it does not matter. You need not carry on this ridiculous charade. We know who you are, Marcela.”
For a long moment nothing happened, no one moved. Then Danger slowly turned her head to the glass. She looked at it intently. She could not see the people behind it, but she knew they were there.
“We can hear you, if you wish to speak,” Banga stated.
“We are going to kill you all,” Danger said softly.
“You will try,” Ajani answered.
“You are coming home, with us. As soon as your sister shows up, we are taking back to Tirana. Back to where you both belong. You must answer for your crimes,” Banga added.
“You cannot sit in judgement of us, you and your kind will die, horribly, I promise you,” Danger said quietly.
“What kind? Good God even this kid thinks she isn’t human, what the fuck is this shit?” Turtleneck said loudly.
“All of you, dead. We will kill everyone who ever knew you were alive. It will be as if you never existed,” Danger said, her voice barely a whisper.
“Bullshit, you are strapped to a table with IV’s in your arm and about 125 staples holding your abdomen together. You aren’t going to do SHIT child, this is a complete waste of time,” Turtleneck said angrily.
“Do not antagonize her,” Banga stated.
“My sister will be here soon, and together we will burn this place to the ground. And I personally am going to eat your soul,” Danger stated.
“You can eat my shit you little bitch!” Turtleneck screamed into the mic.
Ajani grabbed Turtleneck by the throat and flung him against the wall.
“Listen to me you stupid man, you are only reacting the exact way she wants you to. She wants you to lose your cool so you do something stupid and she can tear your throat out. Now unless you settle down NOW, I will personally throw you into that room with her so she eat your soul. Now be quiet,” he said forcefully.
Turtleneck grabbed his throat and coughed.
“Total bullshit,” he said as he exited the room.
The two Rwandans watched Danger through the one way mirror.
“Her sister is coming, soon now,” Banga stated.
“I know, we must prepare ourselves. Everyone else i
n this facility is cannon fodder. We will use them to tire her out then we can take her down.”
“Everything is going according to plan.”
“Yes, soon we will avenge our teacher.”
“Did you send the email?”
“Yes. She will be here soon.”
The home of Danger and Destruction
Destruction silently cleaned and dressed her wounds. She was all determination now, there was nothing else left in her mind but one thing: rescuing Danger. She had no idea what to do or even where to look for her sister until she received an email on the twin’s anonymous Tor email account. To her shock it was from two men claiming to represent the very organization Stepan was a part of. They stated they were holding Danger and told Destruction she had to come fight them to get her. They provided a set of co-ordinates and stated Danger would not be harmed, that it was their intention to take both sisters back to Tirana, back to the organization, to stand trial.
Destruction sent a two word reply: “Challenge accepted”.
Now she prepared herself for the upcoming war. She knew this would be difficult, the task ahead. It was true she was more than capable, but she would not have the element of surprise and she would be greatly outgunned and outnumbered. She stood in the weapons room of the house looking at the various instrument of death the twins had collected. Everything from pistols to swords to machine guns to flame throwers to rpg’s, mines, explosives of every size and shape stood before her. She knew she had to bring enough weaponry and ammunition not only for herself to fight her way in, but enough also to arm her sister when she found her, and then fight their way out. She also had to bring Danger’s body armor and robes, and this would only burden her more.
Destruction sighed. The twins had no one they could call in situations like this. Being outside the organization, she could not get back up from anyone. She could hire a merc team, but it would take time and too much planning and too many questions. Plus, she doubted anyone would want the job after learning where it took place and who was involved.
Destruction lowered her head and sighed sadly. It was times like these she wished she could just be a normal 14 year old, with normal 14 year old girl problems and choices. All she wanted was to be with Danger and live life together, with no one bothering them. But the Universe had different plans for them both, and sometimes she hated that fact.
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