A slow clapping sound emitted from the back of the room, "I must amit miss Griffin that you have a very beautiful voice."

Not standing up, nor even turning around, I responded, "Why thank you Frederick, how kind of you."

The man chuckled, "You know its considered rude to brake into peoples houses and start playing their pianos."

I hear Mark snort and I can't help but roll my eyes, "I would say sorry and that next time I'd give you a call first before I brake in but I'm afraid there won't be a next time."

A silence hangs in the air as if daring any of us to speak. My attention turns back to the piano for a brief moment where I wonder what the universe would do to me if I brake this heavy silence. But before I could decide if I wanted to take that risk a loud bang comes from somewhere upstairs, shortly followed by yelling and cursing.

The man hums in thought, "So I see you brought back up."

I huff in annoyance, "Technically you don't 'see', you 'hear' I brought back up." I correct.

Mark snorts and I turn around to see him barely holding in a laugh. Mr. Frederick stares blankly at me as if I had spoken to him in a different language. I take a moment to watch the man, his black hair now almost all gray yet it seems as if he had tried to dye it at some point, his eyes are a cold steal gray which I find slightly unnerving. He wares a normal business suit yet it seems to just scream expensive from every neatly sewin' thread. As I take in his appearance, he seems to do the same with me, takeing in my faded black tank, black shorts, leather boots, and lets not forget my twin blades and dagger.

"I've heard you and your little side kicks have killed over a thousand of your own kind." He says over the fant noise of Reaper and Serpent still cursing away at eachother.

I roll my eyes at his exaggeration, "A thousand of our own kind? You make it sound like us poor folk are some short of alien invaders, oh wait, thats what we are to you." I say glaring at both men, "And I'll have you know Sir that most jobs we are forced to go on are to take care of some stupid old rich person just like you who someone higher up got tired of, they usally just let the poor die on their own. I mean why send people out to do it when God is gonna do it anyways?"

By the end of my rant it seems like Reaper and Serpent had figured out the target wasn't on their floors, or that the target had heard all their ruckus and retreated down here, because now both assassins stood, looking both pissed and amused, in the doorway of the room.

Serpent popped a bubble of gum with a loud snap makeing all heads turn towards her and Reaper. A small part of my brain wondered briefly where she had found the gum but Serpent's voice cut off my traveling thoughts, "Well I see you didn't make it very far their Griffin." I glared at her and Reaper snickers.

Frederick watchs the two thoughtfully and Reaper glares at the man, "Why the hell 'ya starin' at us for?"

Serpent rolls her eyes at Reaper's childness and turned to Griffin, "So why are we targeting this guy?"

Reaper makes a sound of protest but gets cut off by Mr. Frederick, "Its all Zara's fault! She promised me that I wouldn't get revealed to the government but no! Now assassins come braking into my house because of just that! Zara can't be trusted!"

We all just stare at him blankly. And I thought Mark had been bipolar...

Mark raises his hand, "Um sir? What are you talking about?"

Mr. Frederick turns his attention briefly to Mark but seems not to have an answer for him. Serpent speaks up, "Zara... she is the leader of the revolt isn't she?"

Everyone turns to Serpent in shock, but it seems for different reasons. Mark was surprised she knew what the hell was going on, Reaper was furious that she knew something before she did, Frederick just seemed shocked that she knew what he was talking about, and I was slightly upset she hadn't told any of us about this.

"Yes she is..." Frederick said hesitantly.

It took a few moments for all of this to soak in but when it did Reaper immediately demand, "Wait how the hell do 'ya know who the leader of the revolt is? You're just some stupid rich dude with to much money to know what do with."

This seems to piss the man off, "I'll have you know I was born poor, my parents worked for a rich family, the Frederick's, and they were very close. The government thoght they were to close so they killed my parents, the Frederick's were nice enough to take me in and-"

"And blah, blah, blah, save us the sob story Mr. What-ever-the-hell-is-your-real-name, let us just get on with what we came here to do." Reaper said annoyed.

Mr. Frederick sighed, "Fine do what you must."

That was all Reaper needed. She pulled out her Scythe from the hook on her back and swung it swiftly towards him. He tried to dodge the curved blade but it was coming at his neck to fast.

Blood splattered onto Mark and I as we were standing to the side of Frederick. I looked over at the grinning Reaper annoyed, "Really? You know how hard blood is to get out clothes."

Reaper shrugged, "Stand in the rain for an hour." Mark looked like he wanted to vomit.

"I hope you had brought extra clothes." Serpent laughed.

He looked horrified, "No, father hadn't told me how long I was staying and-" He cut him self off, looking back down at the blood that now covered him.

I swung arm around him, "You get use to it." Not.