Sister Sister

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Bella POV

I was getting farther and farther away from the adrenaline inducing scream that my sister had made. I knew that it had been her even when she had never screamed like that in her life – she sounded like she was in so much pain. 

I dug my feet into the ground, but that only made the teen boy that was pulling me tug on my arm and...

I didn't like that.

The instant that we had made it downhill, I pulled myself away from the teen boy Trey's grip suddenly and violently. He had scratched me a bit with his dull nails from how harshly I had gotten out of his grip. 

I didn't show any emotion from the small layer of skin he had torn off. I had three scratch marks from his fingers trailing down my arm. I watched how he stumbled backward, not being able to catch himself before hitting the ground. 

I stared down at him while he made a small, pathetic attempt to get up.

He couldn't even get up off the ground from my light push.

To think that my sister regarded this person – this nobody...higher than her own safety.

I wanted to spit at him -- I refrained from doing so.

My chest was still rising and falling unevenly. It wasn't exhaustion from the
running...It was...

Anger.

I was seeing red.

Annoyed.

Irritated.

"I'm going back," I insisted without any room for argument, looking up at the large hill that we had more or less ran down.

I could see several beams from flashlights in the distance. The men that I had seen before we had escaped were most likely on the hunt to find us. 

The sun had set...but that wasn't going to stop me from getting my sister.

My hands clenched tightly, my sharp nails digging into my skin relentlessly. They bit into my flesh and I was lightly surprised that I wasn't bleeding from them. The pain helped me stay grounded – it stopped me from going completely ape-shit on the people around me.

The people that I was going to leave behind.

They...weren't important to me...

Ari was.

"I'm not leaving Ari."

We had never been separated with the exception of school and extracurriculars. There wasn't a time where I didn't remember, even in my scattered dark childhood we were both together and I wasn't about to leave her now. 

I wasn't going to leave her in the hands of that brute – the one that had shot her.

No.

She was my precious twin.

"Isabell-!" Janelle yelled, daring to place her pale hand on my shoulder. I turned to her, quickly shrugging off her grip from me within a second. She stared at me wide eyed in disbelief that I would be so cold and unwelcoming.

Glaring, I silently warned the bob haired girl to not touch me again.

If she didn't want her hand broken...that's exactly what she should do.

"I-I want to get Ari out, too, but it's...!" She struggled to say her words. She cleared her throat, I could see the hope in her eyes that she would sway me to see things her way. Janelle continued, clearing her throat again while taking a step forward.

"We should..." 

The words had seemingly died in her throat. 

I wasn't surprised. 

She lost her confidence and will power to say anything towards me. As expected, the girl in front of me was nothing but a coward that only wanted to save her own skin.

She only cared about herself -- what a weakling.

"I don't really care what you think," I turned my body away from the group and began to trek up the hill. One of my shoes dug into the curvature of the terrain as I made it into a temporary foot hold. I spotted a long vine off to my left and gripped it tightly with my hands, my long nails once again sinking into the palms of my hands mercilessly.

"I'm not leaving my sister."

There was a light pull on my shoulder just as I went to pull on the vine.

I glanced at who had the sheer audacity to grab me to find...

Mike

He was the one that had been in my group – the only one that had a solid head on his shoulders.

The one that had seen the ugly, true side of me before anyone else did today.

I stared at him for a few seconds, locking eyes with him. His eyes weren't cold like mine – they didn't ward off human interaction and cause others to back down. I could, however, see the judgement in the eyes that were staring back at me.

Here it comes...

"Isabella," Mike spoke in his low, tenor-like voice.

I narrowed my eyes in irritation. He had dirt on his face and there was also dried blood on the edge of his left cheek.

It wasn't his blood that was on his face – I doubted that he even knew it was there.

I stared at the familiar color of blood...

It was an old...recurring friend of mine.

"That is not a good idea, even for someone like you..." He trailed, he was becoming the voice of reason that I was really starting to fucking hate. I didn't want him to tell me that I couldn't rescue my sister. 

I didn't want to be told that I didn't have the ability to or that I wasn't strong enough.

At seeing that I wasn't backing down, and with my glare hardening at him, he exhaled from his nose steadily. "They have guns," he said simply...as if that would be enough of a reason to make me stop.

That just because they have guns that I should back off and save myself.

That I should forget about my sister and run like a coward.

Once more...he was pissing me off.

"You don't have anything," he pointed out. I clenched the vine in my grip tighter. He didn't know what I had – he didn't know what I was capable of. "Think about this rationally."

I turned around, practically stepping on Mike's shoes if he didn't back away a step. He was always sure to keep a cautious distance away from me. Even when we were still in school and I had classes with him, he was sure to not come close to me.

I didn't know if he somehow heard about my...tendencies, but if he did then he never addressed it. I was always careful to keep up my social mask in school – always made sure to keep up the cheerful façade in front of my none-the-wiser sister.

Ari didn't need to know that I wasn't the stereotypical cheerleader – that I wasn't really the outgoing drama club president.

When I took off the mask...the conditioning that that woman put me through resurfaced.

"My sister is shot. I am not going to leave her." He slowly rose up his hands while I stared intently at him. I kept talking. "I don't really give a fuck what you want me to do. I'm not a fucking leader and I never said I was one."

I turned back around and gripped the vine again, clenching it in a death-grip with my fingers.

I placed my shoe in a foothold that I had to kick into. I had managed to get up a few feet and then looked down to see the high schoolers still looking up at me. Trey had been comforting Janelle while Mike was shaking his head lightly.

"Go!" I yelled, waving down at them. "You're going to get yourself caught if you stare at me like mindless sheep!"

I didn't have time to do anything else when a bullet shot out and narrowly missed my hand. "Shit...!" I muttered under my breath. I looked up to find a masked man, all garbed in black, with his flashlight pointing at my face. It blinded me for a split second, and then he shot out again.

I lost my footing, falling only a few feet. My hands reached out to grab onto the rocky terrain, but my fingers couldn't latch onto anything. I felt a nail or two get pushed back, but I didn't make a noise of complaint – that woman's conditioning was hard to break.

Landing on my feet, and then stumbling to my knees, I noticed that the high schoolers had dispersed to not get shot. I shook out my hands and then slowly tested out my legs as I stood on them. A quick look at my right hand indicated that my pinky and index finger were fully pushed back. There was blood, and I shook my head before ripping off the useless nails.

In hindsight, if I knew I was getting kidnapped...then I might have cut them down.

After kicking my feet out in front of me, I concluded that nothing had been sprained or broken from my short fall.

I glanced up to where the light had been shining down on my face. I raised a hand up to my face to block out some of the light to try and see the man more clearly. The man pulled away the beam from the flashlight and stared down at me.

"Pink sweater – you're the one that Aidan wants...!"

I narrowed my eyes up at the man and lowered my hand. "Neat!" I swung my arms out to my sides, rocking on the tips and heels of my feet in mock excitement. "Come down here and get me, then!" I yelled up at him.

I wanted that gun of his – Mike was right...I didn't have a weapon.

But...that would soon be remedied.

The man wasted no time in climbing down the steep incline. I watched where he shifted the twigs and leaves as they crunched loudly. His military grade boots – at least, they had sounded like them – were echoing loudly against the spaced trees in the area.

He landed down on the ground and he looked up at me. A snarky grin was on his face. He didn't get a chance to aim his gun or make any threats when I charged at him. His eyes widened through the eye holes of his mask as he took a step back, not prepared for my assault in the slightest.

I keyed onto his lower torso, my arms bracing for what I assumed would be a hard take down. My arms wrapped around him. I pushed a few feet, causing him to skid on the ground from the impact. His hands went to get me off of him, but I used that misdirection of his as I picked him up lightly. 

He let out a small surprised yell.

I then pulled him underneath my body as I got on top of him. He hit the ground, and I straddled him as I knocked him in the face a few times with my balled up fists. I could see that his head tilted to the side – he was knocked out.

He didn't last long.

Looking at the rifle, I took it off of him and then strapped it over my shoulders. I searched the rest of his body to find a tactical knife along with additional bullets that were in a small pouch. I didn't mind the bruised and bloodied hands that caught the corner of my eye – I didn't feel the bruising, and the blood wasn't even mine.

"Isabella," Mike spoke behind me.

I stopped my search of the man and let out a silent sigh at the annoying pest – why didn't he just leave when I told him to?

"You must see that rescuing Arianna will take some time and resources that..." he forced himself to not look at the body on the ground. "That we don't have. It will not be beneficial for her if we are recaptured."

I clenched my hands tightly, and then turned around to look at Mike. I shook my head, not wanting to agree with him, but...he was...right. 

I hated to admit that this junior – who was a year below me, was somewhat wiser than I was right now.

Mike continued to preach much to my annoyance.

"Need I remind you that Arianna sacrificed her freedom so that we were able to leave?"

I raised a hand up to him. "You don't," I hissed out. Then, I offered him the tactical knife I had stolen from the man. Mike merely looked at it, not wanting to take it. That caused me to get angry. He didn't understand that the pacifist route wasn't going to work here.

I tightened the knife in my hands, taking out my frustration out on it.

"Take it," I ordered him darkly.

"I do not fight."

I looked up at the night sky, a slew of insults about to fall of my tongue. I contained my inner rage and glanced over at Mike, who was staring hard at the knocked out body on the ground.

I knew that he didn't want to get his hands dirty – he didn't want to be an accessory to whatever was going on.

He didn't want to be tainted.

He didn't want to fight...

This fucking pussy.

"And," I took a step towards him. "Do I need to remind you that the people that are after us would have no qualms in hurting you? Mike?" I stared at him in his unmoving eyes. He was always calm and unreadable most of the time.

It pissed me off.

"Take it."

Mike frowned, keeping silent as though he were inwardly debating something. He took a step towards me with his hand outstretched, nodding only once with his head. "I will take it," he accepted the knife as I placed it into his hand, he was lightly holding it in his grasp.

I rolled my eyes at that.

Looks like I'll need to make a man out of him.

"I..." I gave him a sideways glance at his calming voice breaking through the silence. He was still talking to me – he really needed to stop before I do something. "I still do not accept that...how you treated Benson...was the correct call."

"Benson?" I asked, looking at the weapon that was now in my possession.

I had practiced with a similar model at the shooting range back at home. It looks like this wasn't going to be too hard to adapt to. I was barely paying attention to what Mike was currently going on about – I couldn't care less about anyone other than my family.

"The other member of our group."

Our group?

A flash of the scrawny boy yelling loudly with a tear stained face came to mind. He had seen me choke out a man with my arm. He didn't take it very well – as though the entire situation had finally hit him like a bus filled with explosives.

Right...

The one that I used as a sacrifice to get Mike and I away from the mansion undetected. His blood that was currently on Mike's face because he got too close to the thing when I jutted a sharp stick into the thing's neck to silence him.

"He was acting erratic," I shrugged off the idea of the sacrifice, satisfied with leaving my reasoning there. It didn't make sense to still talk about it. It was in the past, and we were alive because of what I had done.

Still, Mike and his golden moral compass had more to say.

This wasn't church – it wasn't a place to admit our sins...If it were I would need to be drenched in fucking holy water – maybe a lake full of it -- for all of my misdeeds.

"He was scared," I looked at the barrel, once more barely looking at Mike or even taking his words for any value that they were worth. "He was a freshman," I lowered the gun back down, glancing at Mike just in time to see a stern frown start to form on his sulking face. "He did not deserve to be used as bait."

I shook my head. "Fine," I snapped back at him. "So, I didn't make a good call..." I trailed, pretending to think about my actions. I let out a small sigh. "According to you," I did a small shrug, once more not feeling bad about my actions.

"But, the way that I saw it..." I trailed, narrowing my eyes in the distance. I could almost see the outline of the other two – of Janelle and Trey, who did a shit-all job at hiding. I could see their figures in the darkness.

I was amazed that they had even lasted this long in this death game.

"He was going to get us caught. I wasn't going to let him do that."

I wasn't going to let someone so insignificant jeopardize my mission.

My eyes shifted to stare at him.

It was a tense stare off between the two of us before Mike responded. Every time he opened his mouth I could feel my anger levels start to steadily rise. Mike wouldn't leave the past where it belonged – in the past.

"He was panicked and wasn't thinking..."

"He was a lia-fucking-bility-!" I yelled in frustration, rolling my head to the side. I didn't want to talk about this anymore. It didn't do any good to talk about someone that was already dead. The kid shouldn't have been so weak.

Mike pursed his lips, looking down at the ground.

Ah, looks like you can't refute that....can you, Pastor Mike?

"I made a hard call that you didn't want to do..." 

There was a low groan from behind me.

The man that I had beaten into unconsciousness just wouldn't stay down.

"Jesus fucking Christ..." I turned to see the masked man beginning to wake up. Looks like knocking him out wasn't going to do shit – I couldn't have my cover being blown and having the one known as Aidan know where I was last seen.

Scum like him...they didn't really deserve to live anyway.

I raised my newly acquired rifle and shot him effortlessly in the head before he could say anything – before he could even take in a long lung-expanding breath.

The body slumped back onto the ground, unceremoniously, like a rejected bag of potatoes that no one wanted. The shot was in the middle of the forehead – which wasn't surprising considering how often I went to the gun range behind Arianna's back.

I didn't feel anything about the death – I was broken like that.

I turned back to see Mike judging me again with his golden eyes of the lord shining in them. I also noticed that he had taken several steps away from me...as though I was the monster for wanting to keep us all alive.

"Oh, great..." I muttered under my breath. I didn't like his eyes narrowed at me – he was thinking that I made another bad call. "Now you're going to say that I shouldn't have killed a murderer?"

It was a world of kill or be killed at this point.

He needed to see that or I would shoot him right between the eyes to put him out of my misery.

"No," Mike spoke timidly. I blinked my eyes in mild surprise – what a complete turn in attitude he was having now. "Perhaps I am too judgmental..."

I let out a scoff.

That was an understatement of the century – I still think that he is unnerved by me. I am a killer and I am equally as dangerous as these men. I wasn't just a high schooler queen B anymore. The mask had fully come off – there wasn't anything left to pretend.

"I will hold my opinions to myself," Mike spoke lowly. "This is a situation where I believe that morals will be questioned intently."

I snorted at him and gave him the driest response I could muster out:

"Cool."

I glanced at the body. I stepped over the pooling blood and took the flashlight that the man still had on him. I suppose there shouldn't be any waste out here in the forest, and it wasn't as though the corpse was going to use it.

"Here," I tossed it into the trees where the other two of them were hiding.

Trey stepped out from behind a tree and caught the flashlight in his hands. Janelle appeared next to him as she stepped out behind an adjacent one.

"Our next plan of action is going to get help. I'm not a leader but I'm the best option you have since Ari isn't here..." I stepped back over the blood and began to walk through the forest.

Mike followed behind me silently while Janelle and Trey made a whispered conversation with each other that I didn't quite catch.

I also didn't care to catch what a bunch of normies thought of me.

If I did then I would have left my

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