[Jacob]

*Setting: Lilias watched, helpless, as her brother tortured and tormented her uncle, laughing as he did so. His foul, Russian accent wrapping around his words of mockery and hatred as he slid the end of the knifes blade down his uncles back and across his shoulders, making fine slices into his skin. She squirmed, attempting to free herself, attempting to break free from her hanging capture and break the neck of her lowlife brother once and for all, to rid her family of the shame he had brought down on them. But she failed. The manacles were beginning to get rusty now, and although this gave a slight bit of hope to Lilias' plan, it also made them more uncomfortable. Her uncle whimpered in pain, trying to stop himself from calling out in agony, calling out 'mercy' and having his nephew mock him for as long as he was in his capture. Alandos knew this, and thus took great pleasure in slicing deeper and deeper into his uncles skin and muscle, tempting him to rid himself of any dignity and pride he had left. Tempting him to beg for mercy. For death itself, maybe.*

Lilias: "You f*cking coward, Alandos. You're like a Rat, taking advantage of the creatures who can't fight back...and i swear, you'll regret capturing us. You should have left Mudos whilst you had the chance..."

The Shadowcrawler turned to her, smiling softly as he span his uncle around on his chains slowly, trying to make him nauseas. He then slowly stepped upto his sister, cocking his head to one side slightly as he ran the knife blade up her outter thigh, slicing a piece of skin off. She looked deep into his eyes, biting her tongue, trying to stop herself from showing any pain. Trying to show her torturer that he had no power over her, trying to show him that no matter what happened, he would never be able to break her.

Lilias: "Try your hardest, you bastard. But i promise you, as soon as these shackles drop from my wrists, you'll be the one trying to hold back the screams."

A smile crossed Alandos' face, and then with a sudden movement he had jabbed the knife deep into Lilias' stomach, twisting it around viciously as he stared at her face, taking amusement out of her as she tried to stop herself from calling out in agony.

Alandos: "Ve'll see, sissta. Ve'll see."

***

*Setting: Smoke drifted softly into the air as the envelope and its contents were slowly reduced to ash. Holding it away from his suit, Kowloon slowly moved the burning paper to the metallic trashcan, dropping it inside and watching as it shrivelled to black nothingness. As his eyes steadily watched the flames, dancing as their "food" was slowly devoured, he thought. Ella had not been performing to her usual high standard for a good 4 weeks now. News had gotten back to him that the Gianni Vakesh assassination was an unprofessional, sub-par attempt. With multiple stab wounds to the body, as if the attacker had just viciously lashed out. Not only that, but the fact that she had forgotten to take the forged letter to the murder scene and place it somewhere discreet - so it could only be found when a search commenced, made this mission an utter failure, even though their client was quite satisfied with the results. Slowly Kowloon opened his desk drawer, pulling out an A4 size sheet of paper with a photo of Ella and her stats. He slowly read it, remembering the time when she had first joined the Agency. Now though, now he had no choice. The head of the D-fences would soon find out about Ella's mistakes, and by no means would they suffer her gladly. Infact, they'd probably want her dead. Besides, it would probably be best for Ella if she had some time off, give her more time to grieve. As he thought this he slowly reached for a red pen that was lying on the table, picked it up and, taking off the lid, steadily wrote 'Suspended: Pending evaluation'. He then placed the pen down and rested back on his seat, a mixture of emotions rushing around his head.*