I kick my feet up on the dashboard and cross my arms. My black leather knee high boots marked up the dashboard with mud and blood.

"Alvar?" The boy next to me asked quietly. I look over at him. He sits in the passenger seat of my beat up black pick up truck that I inherited from my father, staring blankly out the windshield, "What's wrong?"

I sigh and look down at my hands. Both of my wrists are covered in bracelets, my fingers covered in rings. My nails were bitten down and the skin around the nails were scabbed. I twist around one of my rings nervously and look out my window. How did he always know when something was wrong?

"Me and Reaper got a new job." I said tightly.

He smiled brightly, "That's great sissy."

I look down at the small brick like phone that read my next mission. Once again I sigh and look back at the boy, my brother, Johnny.

His long black hair hung down in front of his eyes. A baggy green shirt covered up his unnaturally skinny torso along with brown shorts that all but fell off his narrow hips.

"We gotta go pick up Reaper." I mutter, starting up the car.

Driving down the narrow streets, passing by crumbling houses, people in scraps of clothing. Clinging on to their last strands of life, I can't help but remember my past.

I shake my head, scattering the memories as I pull over next to a lone, lonely dead tree next to a lone, loney dead river.

"Reaper get your lazy ass down here." I call as I step out of the truck.

I hear a long sigh as a black blur jumps down in front of me, short blond hair flying around her face, "What the hell ya' want, I was trying to sleep Griffin!"

I roll my eyes at her, she was wareing her usual clothing that consisted in a black tank-top, black ripped up skinny jeans, black cowboy boots and a long black jacket with the hood shadowing her face giving her the look of the name she had picked, "It's like an hour past noon Reaper, and we got a job."

She growled, her ember green eyes flashing, "What's the idiotic boss want now."

"Careful Reaper he's got eyes everywhere." I state.

"I'm not the careful type Griffin." She muttered coldly.

I snort, "I never noticed, now come on."

She rolled her eyes at my words and went to grab her scythe from the tree. She jumped into the bed of my truck and Johnny smiled.

"Hey Shakarri, you look nice today." Johnny said, not even looking at her.

Reaper reached though the missing backwindsheld and ruffled his hair, "Sup squirt."

I smiled as I slammed my door, "Johnny your bind." He just shrugged.

"So Griffen ya' plan on telling me what job we got today?" Reaper asked.

I smiled at her though though the rearview mirror, "Nope." I said popping the p.

To that she said some very nice words to which Johnny just laughed. I smiled and speed of to the capital.

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I step out of the truck as Reaper jumps off the bed, "Stay in the truck Johnny, if anyone tries to bother you scream for us and we will come as soon as we can okay?"

He nods. I smile at him sadly even though I know he can't see it and walk in to the large meeting hall with Reaper.

"Ah! Griffin and Reaper so glad you got my message!" Our boss exlames. He had little too no hair on his babyish head and it was combed back in a poor attempted to make it look good. His brown eyes were bloodshot from to much wine and he had on a blood colored suit, with one side tucked in and one side not.

The mayor stepped forward, he had gelled back black hair and his brown eyes gleamed behind his glasses, "Hello children."

Reaper glared at him, "I'm not a child." She stated calmly.

I put a hand on her shoulder, "Ignore her she's a little gruchy in the morning."

A boy behind the mayor frowned, "It's two pm!"

I shrug, "It's still morning for her," I look to the mayor and shake his hand, "A pleasure to meet you Sir." Not really, I thought.

He smiled at me but I could tell it was forced, "The pleasure is all mine miss Griffin, how are your parents?" He asked sweetly.

I glared at him, he flinched slightly but quickly composed himself, "Dead." I snapped.

This time Reaper put her hand on my shoulder, she understood my parents were a touchy subject and she never questioned it, I knew her family had left her for dead long ago and I never questioned why, "Mr, if it's all the same to you we got weapons to sharpen and people to kill, so if you don't mind we want to get on our way."

He glared at her but she just glared right back at him, he sighed, "Fine, this is my son Mark Cammi, he will be joining you until the people after us are dealt with-"

Reaper snorts, "You mean dead?"

He glared at her but she just stared at him, "Yes dead, you will take him with you and protect him-"

"We decline. We aren't bodyguards," She said interrupting him again, "We're assassins."

"I am aware of that." He growled, "But you are going to be his 'bodyguard' also for now."

I sighed and stopped Reaper from her angry retort, "We understand, when do we start?"

"Now." Our boss said sounding bored.