Fear creeps its way into Soralina as she whimpers lightly, watching the killer of her brother stalk towards her before placing a finger under her chin and lifting her head up."Hmm. Pretty. Really very pretty. But you see, that's the problem." Angela says with a mock pout as she lets go of a trembling Soralina, her eyes brows pulled down in fake worry. "I don't like anything that is prettier than me."What the fuck is this psychopath saying?"I don't like it that you are prettier, so I have to do something about it. Oh! You have a twin sister too don't you? Xander did say he had two twins’ sisters. Is she just like you? In looks, I mean? Is she as pretty as you?" Angela asks in disgusting curiosity, her eyes twinkling with interest which only makes Soralina whimper in fear."If so, then that is just too bad. I will have to deal with both of you. I really don't like it when something is much better than me. So do you know what I do to people that are much better than me?" Angela asks,
“Are you ready?”“Shouldn’t I be the one asking that?”“Then why aren’t you?”“Are you ready?”“No. Not really.”“Great.” Augustus sighs, running his fingers through his hairs while Agatha shakes her head, chuckling. “Never in my life had I thought I would be this nervous to meet someone. Seriously.”The duo are sitting inside Agatha’s car, dusk had already fallen and Augustus sister was already waiting for them in the said location. And yet the couple cannot get rid of their nervousness, Agatha most of all.“Hey,” Augustus says, grabbing her hand and making her turn towards him. With determination in his eyes, Augustus says firmly. “I’m with you, so don’t worry. You are great, so show your greatness to my sister and she will like you eventually.”Agatha gulps, staring from Augustus eyes to his lips before chuckling, trying to get rid of the serious atmosphere. “Bold of you to assume I want your sister to like me. I know I’m great, and no one can resist me.”This makes Augustus smile
Bang!The sound of the shot going off rang throughout the whole place, making a certain pink head flinch as she watched with parted lips. Smoke escaped the gun that just fired the shot, the hands that held it trembled as the owner stared at the lifeless body of Augustus Rimbro hitting the floor with a thud.Beside Soralina, Lucian breaths through his mouth, eyes staring with horror at the gruesome murder that just took place. He holds Soralina’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, but what he receives in return scares him even more. A numb Soralina.Gustav smirks, breaking the long silence that had settled when he starts clapping excitedly, as if the biggest victory just reached him. “Bravo Agatha! You did it! You finally proved that you are indeed a true Russo! A true born of Gustav Russo! Bravo girl!”And following him, his men begin to clap as well, but all Agatha and Soralina do is stand numb in their spots, unable to break away from this nightmare.Gustav then glances at Agath
USA, 2022As the letter comes to an end, I keep the pen aside, studying my work with my lips pursed. Hopefully this letter is just a formality and will not be needed. Theo will not need to read it, because I will tell everything to her myself.But just in case. I tell myself over and over again. Just in case something is to go wrong in this plan, if something is to happen to me, then she will need it. Until then, I will keep it with me.Turning my attention to my little girl, I brush the stray strands of hairs from her forehead as she sleeps peacefully on my lap, her tiny head resting against my chest."I'm sorry." I whisper, swallowing the bile in my throat and blinking rapidly to remove the glassiness from my eyes. "I'm sorry you have to go through this, especially at such a raw age. You don't deserve this; you don't deserve this mess from my past life. Please, forgive me. Forgive mommy."I hug her tighter to myself, inhaling the soft baby scent of Theo before closing my eyes, a sin
Italy, 2017Two Years Later:Music blasts into Agatha's ears the moment she enters the room, staring at her surroundings, at the mass of dancing people, their sweaty bodies colliding together with the smell of liquor, lust and sweat thick in the air.Standing in the doorway, Agatha analyses the room, the dimly lit dance floor, at the tacky choice of music, before a lopsided smile appears on her lips, her heavily lined eyes turning upwards like a cat.And just like everyone else in the room, Agatha joins them, dancing and drinking and shaking her body to the music, letting herself loose to it.Half an hour passes, and she still does the same thing, drinking and dancing while men stare at her with lust in their eyes, trying to approach her but always one step away.It is only when the voice of Romeo calling out reaches her ear, or more like earpiece does she finally come down to earth, staring at her surroundings."What the fuck are you doing Agatha!? You are not here to enjoy! You are
The door to the manor slams open, and in enters the two Russo sisters, with Agatha on the lead. Eyes filled with rage and fury, Agatha storms in with a snarl twisted into her lips, Romeo’s coat slung over her shoulders. Meanwhile Soralina just walks in, her face a sheet of confidence as she shrugs Lucians coat from her shoulders, letting it drop on the floor.Lucian and Romeo walk in next, both holding their breaths for the storm to take place, for all hell to break lose. Romeo glances at the two girls, shaking his head in disapproval. All the while Lucian has that look of dread in his face, fearing the worst for the young lady.Agatha stops walking, so suddenly that Soralina almost bumps in to her, but stops at the last minute, her eyes meeting her sister’s glare. Agatha sucks in a deep breath, her eyes red with anger like as if she will punch Soralina any minute now.However she just exhales, not screaming, not shouting, and scolding, even hitting at all. She just keeps her glare i
Many of you might be wondering what all the fuss is about. Well, to sum it all up, the girls are now in College, having had finished their high school one year ago. And after High school was over, Gustav had indicted them into the task force, sending them on errands to do his dirty work and unlike the past, neither of them complained anymore.Agatha did as she was told, losing herself in the mass killings, blood and gore, forgetting about the normal human she had been for a month. The person she was in that one single month was long gone and forgotten, replaced by the monster that is Agatha Russo, the monster she had always been in her life.Then there was Soralina, who, as told by poor Lucian, was no more the Soralina he knew. Gone was the girl that fantasized about Prince Charming or Knight in shining armour, the girl who believed deep down that Unicorns were real. The girl that loved the colour pink so much that everything about her was defined in pink. And it isn’t just her belong
I'm going to attend a party!Agatha tells herself, suddenly feeling excited at the prospect of finally going outside, meeting unknown people, unknown men actually and having hopes if hooking up.She stares at herself in her full length mirror, checking her figure from this view to that, raising her chin and watching it from every odd angles as she plays with the large amulet hanging over her chest, something she got herself not long ago.Meanwhile Romeo stands in the door way, leaning against the door frame as he stares at the girl with an analysed expression, his hands folded over his chest."Are you that excited?" He asks, making Agatha hum to herself. "It's been a long time since I have had a new taste. I'm so bored of the college guys. I want something new, something more...old."She smirks at herself in the mirror, feeling very content with her choice of words which only makes Romeo raise an eyebrow, intrigued. Slowly, he walks into the room, taking slow steps towards the girl un