Sam POV:

"Listen, Macie." I said, sitting dinner in front of her.
"Yeah?"
"So, Delilah." I begun.
"Marilyn." She corrected me.
I nodded.
"Marilyn. Whenever I "kidnapped" you, you do know that there was an article for her in the newspaper?" I asked.
She nodded.
"From when she last attacked us."
"She was attacking you? There were another accomplices with her as well. Who are they?" I asked.
"Her hitman. I don't remember their names. But there was four of them, maybe? I forgot all about that day, we all tried to. It was a horrific time." She said, sipping soup.
"Hmm. I understand." I nodded, taking a spoonful myself.
"Did one of these individuals have any special relations with her?" I asked.
She shrugged.
"Besides her hitman, there was a boy. He was her brother, I believe. Our best friend, Skylar, she is with him now. She doesn't talk to us anymore. She's..."
"Delirious' baby cousin." I said, jumping up.
Macie looked up at me, confused.
"Was his sister there? Was Lonnah there, too?! " I said, excitedly.
She nodded slowly, utterly puzzled.
"Oh my lord, thank God. They linked up. I'm so fucking happy. He's back. HE'S BACK!" I almost fell over the counter as I started dancing around the kitchen.
"Uhh, Sam? What are you talking about?" She asked.
I looked at her, full of glee.
"Oh, my dear, sweet, sweet girl, Macie. My mother and I hoped for this. They're with their family. Safe! At last!" I wiped away the tears of joy in my eyes.
She looked at me, confused, and finally just shrugged, finishing her soup.
Then I paused.
"Wait, Macie. Marilyn attacked not only you, but Delirious, too?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Shit. Who all is she after?" I asked.
She looked at me.
"This girl, Hannah, is who she is mainly focusing on."
My mouth was wide in shock.
"FUCK! She is?! She's after HANNAH?! IS AIDEN AWARE OF THIS?!" I was panicking.
She looked at me.
"Sam, you aren't making sense."
"Macie, is Marilyn and her brother both after Hannah?" I asked.
She looked at me and nodded.
"And Delirious."
"Shit."
She sighed.
"I know."
"What day is it?" I asked her.
She looked at a calendar on the wall.
"It's the thirteenth." She smiled.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Is it August?" I whispered.
"Yeah. Why?" She asked.
"Fuck! We need to get to Delirious in two days." I groaned.
My stress level was rising through the roof.
"Why?" She asked.
"She's going to attack on her Mother's birthday." I threw a dart at the wall, and the calendar soon slid down to the floor.

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Tyler POV:

"Get out, get out!!" Lonnah was pushing Nathan back out the door, Moo trying to keep her from pushing him down the porch steps.

Mini was trying to calm down Chrissy, who was trying to beat the hell out of Nathan as well. Neko Chan was in feline form, twitching her tail with her ears back. Hannah was pushing everyone back the best she could so that she could get in the door, and she was yelling as well.

"Guys! Move!! Neko! Help?!" She asked.

Neko Chan shifted forms again, and pulled Lonnah backwards to the floor, but she fell a little too hard and Brock started panicking.

Luke ran into the room and told everyone to shut up, but that just made everyone start yelling at him also.

Lonnah stood back up and started fighting with Neko, pushing her backwards. Neko pounced on top of her, shifting again, and I ran over to pull her back off, but all I did was receive a few scratched to the neck, shoulder, and back.

Delirious ran over to Lonnah, trying to pull her off of Neko.

Evan was right behind Delirious, trying to separate Lonnah.

Luke was running every little way he could, panicking.

That's when Nicole walked in.

Everyone slowly realized she was there, and stopped screaming and yelling.

She threw us all glances and Neko Chan shifted again, her head hung slightly in shame. Hannah stood up and brushed herself off, her arm around Nathan's.

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Nicole POV:

"Nathan." I greeted him, smiling.

He smiled, too. "Miss Nicole."

"You have a lot of explaining to do. You have a lot of work on your hands." I grinned.

He sighed.
"Listen, first I want to say how sorry I am. I didn't ever mean to be a part of this. Especially when I heard about Marilyn coming for my sister. I had no clue they would do this, I am so sorry."

I grinned. "No need to say sorry. I understand. Some of my friends may not though, so watch out. I'm not even going to attempt to change their minds. However, you are a hitman. You kill people ruthlessly for a living. You take orders and abide by them, showing no hesitation. Well, maybe the last time you did, but you still can pose a threat even now." I told him in monotone.

He glared at me, and I couldn't tell if he was thoughtful or intimidated.

"But I will tell you this, if you ever even show the slightest attempt of trying to bring danger to my family and my friends, you better pray to God that you get out that door faster than me getting to you. Understood?" I asked.

He nodded. "I'm here to help, after all. I will case no harm. Especially since Hannah is here."

She smiled. "It's time you came home, my brother. I missed you."

He sighed. "It's been a long ride."

Terroriser came in through the front door.

"What did I miss?" He asked.

Everyone turned towards him and Nathan glared at him.

"You!" He shouted, standing up.

Brian jumped and skidded back.

"Nathan. Why are you here?" He asked.

"I should ask the same. You're betraying your own Master." He accused Brian.

Brian smirked. "And you didn't? You hesitated. You're the weak one here."

"He hesitated because he didn't want to kill his sister," Hannah stood up, looking at Brian.

With pure hate in her voice, she said, "Unlike you, he would never think of betraying friends or family."

Brian stood there with his mouth open, in shock.

"That's enough." I said, everyone turning to me.

"We're all against Marilyn now. Put the past behind us."

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Marilyn POV:

"Aullie, come here." I said.

She grinned and walked over to me, bowing before I spoke.

"Yes, Master?" She asked.

"I'm still angry with you, but I want you to tell the others to come here. We have limited amount of time until I want to attack." I told her.

She nodded.

Soon, she and the others were walking up to me.

I stood up and looked at them.

"Now, I hired all of you because you are good at what you do. Some of you are smart mentally, and some of you are more physically advanced." I smiled and they all nodded.

"I will be buddying some of you up." I told them.

"First, Lewis and Kristen." I said.

Lewis.
I found him alone, mourning his dead sister. He'd killed her himself, then escaped prison. He had to kill her in order to obey the orders of his previous master, and I had found his loyalty remarkable. Of course he was miserable about it, but he still needed to continue his life. A life of crime is like a drug - in the moment, it takes your breath away, makes you feel powerful, and invincible, but later on, you regret everything you said or did. The dark skinned gentleman was covered in tears when I found him at his sister's grave. His skinny figure showed that he was starving and his brown eyes were full of melancholy. Depression and low self-esteem were his true enemies.

Kristen.
She'd murdered her friends. Her boyfriend, Eric, and her best friend, Maria, had an affair. She killed him first, cutting off his genitals and then stabbing him. She'd burned her best friend alive, putting her on a wooden post and pouring gasoline around it. She burned her while crying, obviously regretting what she did. I found her and grabbed her hand. I told her that she'd be safe working for me, and she agreed. She had smiled, evilly, grins showing even in her dark blue eyes. Her short figure jumped up and screamed happily, for she had finally received another rein of empowerment and independence. She was slightly bipolar with barely a case of Alzheimer's.

The two looked at each other and then looked back at me.

"Marlee and Aullie are the next pair." I declared.

Marlee, oh, sweet, innocent Marlee.

Marlee.
"Poor dear, let me help you." I'd said. She'd look at me with those sweet, warm, brown eyes, and sobbed.
"I didn't mean to." She cried.
"Of course not, sweetie. But you can't change it now. Here, come with me. We'll keep you safe." I said. She was holding onto the corpse of her dead father.
"This has to be a dream, has to be a dream, a dream. A dream." She said.
"You have them, too? The voices?" I'd asked, she nodded.
I'd promised her that I could help her. After thirty minutes of begging, she stood up and shyly followed, tucking her orange bangs behind her ear. I'd given her glasses so she could see clearly.
She was incredibly quiet and shy. She rarely spoke, but she was amazingly intelligent. She has major anxiety and a slight case of psychosis. Maybe some autism?

Aulline.
Poor child, she was probably the most fucked up out of all of us.
But she's loyal and smart.
She's clingy, horny all the damn time, and she's as flirty as a person could get. She's really girl-crazy. She has a long story, being abused by her mother and then being raised by her grandmother, who later on died, leaving her on the streets. Aullie was forced to do child prostitution for money, and she'd been beaten and almost killed several times. She was also raped and tortured. She had fell in love with a girl, who had rejected her multiple times. She eventually got a chance to date her, but the girl's parents were homophobic. So Aullie decided to take them out of the picture. She killed both parents, but it had backfired, landing Aullie in an insane asylum that Allia had happened to discover. We took Aullie out of there and here she is now. A bratty, short white-haired, bright, green eyed little teenager. She has psychosis, a branch of schizophrenia.

"Ariel and Julia." I declared next.

Ariel was a student teacher.
She'd been forced to grade papers all night the night before, so she was exhausted. Her Uncle molested her every night, so she was in pain mentally, emotionally, and physically. There are only so many things a person can take until they've had enough, and Ariel was close to that point by now.
She'd shot her uncle, hiding the body.
Then the next morning, she'd packed the gun in her purse.
A kid had messed with the wrong person that day when she had busted. She went through the hallways, kicking down doors, reloading the gun when needed. She didn't miss a single student.
Before the police could arrive, I ran down the hallways to her. She seemed surprised whenever Markis, Aullie, and I had dodged all the bullets. We made her drop the gun and she reluctantly followed us to our hideout. She suffers from bipolar and stress.

Julia was a weird one.
She'd broken into another sanitarium and released over 500 patients. She wanted to be a superhero. She had a tad bit of dementia.
We don't really know her story, we just saw her on the news. I'd sent Pilot, one of my best, most trusted workers for her whenever he came back and kinda threw her down. She'd looked at all of us and heard our stories. That's where she decided to stay.

"Max and Maple."

Max was silent a lot, too.
His boyfriend was killed by other hitmen.
Max was desperate to try and find him, so he came looking for me. He was a psychologist in training that worked at the same doctor's office I had went to.
When he found me, I promised to look for his boyfriend. And we did. But he was already gone. Max had nowhere else to go, so he stayed with us. He was like a best friend.
At first, he judged me for being crazy. He didn't understand until he also lost loved ones and became crazy himself. He suffers from depression. And that's why he's here. He wasn't a murderer until I made him one. He also has anxiety, but he hides it.
He'd do anything to stay, he says this is where he belongs.

Maple.
She was a wild one.
Three words.
Multiple Personality Disorder.
Neither me or Max have ever seen such a strong case.
Her alter egos?
Fawn, Lizzie, Annabelle, and Claire.
Fawn represents innocence and tenderness.
Lizzie represents wildness and excitement.
Annabelle represents sadness and despair.
Claire represents anger and hate.
It's a lot to remember.
She inherited the disease from her mother, who had committed suicide when Maple was six.
Her father couldn't take care of her, so he put her up for foster care, but she ran away, and would come right back to him.
Of course, he'd get mad at her and hit her.
But she did it over and over.
It was one day that he hit her too hard that she swung back.
He kicked her out the house, but she waited outside with an ax for him to go to bed.
You can tell what happened.
We bailed her out of the hospital and took her home.
Here we are now.

"Markis and Alliah." I smiled.

Two of my favorites.

Markis had a family. He had worked for hitmen before me.

He used to have a wife, a daughter, and son.
His wife had passed giving birth to a dead baby.
She'd miscarried many, many times.
His daughter died from a kidnapping.
His son died in a school shooting.

What he'd wanted was simple- to find the killers.

That's why he was here. He wouldn't let it go.

Allia.

Blonde haired, green eyed Allia.

She is the healthiest out of all of us, but she was bullied. She was pushed and shoved around the hallways, called horrible things, and rumors were spread about her.
She was accused of being a whore and supposedly a murderer.
Her best friend, Kaidence, was being bullied, too.
Allia was the last one who spoke to her, so she was accused of her death, even though Kaidence had committed suicide. She was stressed.
Stressed enough to click onto YouTube.
From there, her world changed.
She'd asked her grandfather to take her to PAX to meet them, but he always told her that she was a spoiled child, so he'd never take her anywhere.
She skipped school one day, taking a train. That train? The exact one that would take me to the next train, the train that I had discovered Tyler in. I sat down beside her. I had visited mother's grave before I got back on the train. Then I realized WILDCAT would be in the area, so I took the next train, the one heading to Indiana. I texted Allia on the way, Markis greeting her and Max showing her the way around. Allia agreed to the task because she would get to see the Crew.

They were my best friends. After I hacked Tyler and headed home, I introduced her to my brother, and he gladly accepted her. That's Allia for you.

Nathan had simply wanted to rebel.
Warren had wanted to follow along with Aullie, his cousin.
And Jack was just scared. He was so fearful he joined us out of blindness. He betrayed his friends and died because of it.
It wasn't his fault, poor boy, he just made a bad decision and got punished too harshly for it.

Lastly, Pilot.
My number one in command.
He was my guard.
He was a lone wolf, having the independent, but important, job of keeping me safe.
I adored the crazy fucker.
Pilot, airplanes, flying, air, sky, right?
Exactly.
Pilot worked from above.
Being a previous assassin, he had a lot of training.
He killed silently and quickly.
There was almost no getting past him.
I found him one day, and I made a bargain.
'Fight me. If I win, you work for me.' I had smiled.
'And if I win?' He'd asked.
'Then you get to go on without me tattling.' I'd grinned.
He had smirked.
We fought for about thirty minutes.
He worked from above.
However, I worked from below.
I tried tripping him, his feet mostly moving in coordination with mine.
He flipped over me, trying to surprise me from behind with a kick, but I ducked and kicked his standing leg, his feet swinging from beneath him, him hitting the ground softly.
But he was pinned.
"Wow. Outstanding. You surely are remarkable, Pilot." I had smirked.
He nodded and bowed.
"Indeed I am, my dear Master. Surely, if I have any more training," He grinned evilly.
"I'm sure I'd be the most powerful of both of us."