
Harlow and Natasha, two teen assassins of the Mercenary Ring, had been taught to show no emotion, especially to their targets. Their boss, Korosu, wants them to kill two brothers who he says know secrets that could destroy the Ring. After getting to know the brothers and discovering a few secrets, they begin to wonder who is the true evil. Which side will they be on in the end?
Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Words: 776 - Published: 07-29-12 - id: 3046089
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Murder. That's what their lives were surrounded by. Murder, greed, and a lust for another's blood. They couldn't help it, though. They didn't know any better, honestly. They were taught the way of a merciless murderer at a very young age. They were constantly trained to show no emotion, not even the slightest hint of it. Not to their helpless victims, not to their bosses that were full of thirst for an target's blood, not anyone. They were even told to never show their true emotions to one another, but that was one rule they always broke.
At first glance, you wouldn't think these two girls were assassins, paid to smite the enemies of others that were not willing to do the jobs themselves. The girls were definately attractive in their own right, absolutely stunning to the eyes of many men and boys. However, behind their beautiful looks, a heartless killer layed within their souls. Please, though, don't blame them. They simply knew no other way of life, other than the life of slaying others that were said to be wicked.
There were two of them, both very different in looks, talents, and personalities. One was named Harlow. Harlow had raven black hair that reached her neck with bangs that completely covered one of her icy blue eyes. The girl who stood at five feet, six inches wasn't someone you would call a twig, but she wasn't plump. She was simply curvy and muscular. Her semi-tan skin made her eyes glow even more, it seemed. Harlow was definately one to rely on strength and weapons. She also was definately the colder of the two. She held no sympathy for her victims, and she was somewhat relieved once the targets were slain. To others, she seemed distant and anti-social. Most of the time, she found peace in her dormitory, listening to rock music, which seemed to erase any current emotions of hatred or rage. That wasn't true, for it only soothed the thoughts, pushing them back further into her mind, where so many emotions and opinions were crammed. Despite this, she did hold a soft spot for one person. That person was her partner, Natasha.
Natasha stood and five feet, seven inches. She had emerald green eyes, and long, red hair, which reminded many of a calm and soothing flame. Her pale skin made her eyes and hair stand out even more, making her even more beautiful to some. She, unlike Harlow, was fairly slender, seeming to have little muscle. Also different to Harlow, she relied more on her cleverness and the grace of her two feet. While Harlow would just go in for the brutal and bloody kill, Natasha would just simply use her grace and swiftness to go for a quick and clean murder, like snapping the neck. She also expressed sorrow for the victims of the two young assassins. This frustrated Harlow, who would scold her partner and tell her to not be so emotional. She refused to deny the feelings of pain or sadness, the complete opposite of her comrade. She would never openly say them out loud, other than to Harlow. She would just jot down her opinions and emotions onto paper, then destroy it soon after she was finished.
The two seventeen-year-old girls worked for the Mercenary Ring, a top secret society full of trained assassins that were paid to take out the enemies of the Ring, the Ring's allies, and their benevolent donors who would give the group their money, much like some type of charity. The Mercenary Ring's leader was a man who went by the name Korosu, a man who simply wanted the best for the Ring, and was willing to destroy anyone who threatened his precious organization. He had trained Harlow and Natasha since the age of four, teaching them the ways of a emotionless mercenary. He could depend on the two for any and every job. They were the pride of the Ring.
Feared by many, attractive to most, these girls were definately a force to be reckoned with. Pleading didn't stop them. Begging didn't cause them to hesitate. Bribing certainly never slowed them down. They were known by many as one thing. A name that stuck paralyzing fear into most hearts. They were simply known as the Beauties of the Blade.
A/N: I'm really sorry this is short. This is just an introduction to the story. I promise the first real chapter will be longer than this. Please tell me what you think.
~Livvy Grace
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