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Ciara “Halo” Holland and Jackob “Pentagram” Holland

Jackob coughed and continued to try to push Ciara off, pain shooting through his chest. Shit, Ciara! You know I won’t play your games! Just let up! He thought, groaning and eventually stopping his attempts to push her off. He just lay there, glaring up at her and coughing on occasion. He pulled back as far as he could from her, which wasn’t very far considering she was pinning him to the ground. He didn’t fight back this time, knowing she wouldn’t hesitate to kill him and make it look like an accident. His head turned as he finally noticed Haley. He gave her a pleading look. Ciara wasn’t letting up, and he was pretty sure she’d broken at least three of his ribs already.

Ciara pushed her foot down harder when she noticed Haley. She would end this, even if it’s the last thing she did before getting banished from the Syndicate. She was sick of her brother forcing her to pretend she was alright all the time. She wasn’t. She stumbled backward suddenly as images flashed past her eyes, the icicles vanished as she caught herself and balanced using the wall of the sewer. 

Zoe “Trix” Wolfe

Zoe frowned then disappeared back into her room to prepare. She pawed through her make-shift closet that Miara had made her on her birthday. She paused when she found one of her older outfits- a tight black pair of leggings and a thin black dress. That outfit was from when she was just starting out as a criminal. She shivered, but noticed a strange draft. Normally, the “room” didn’t have a draft…

Zoe "Trix" Wolfe

Zoe sighed, shaking her head. Disappointing. Well, I guess you have to be punished somehow. Sorry, kiddo- not, She thought before speaking. When she did finally speak, after a long minute or so of her silence, her voice was ice cold and she made it clear she didn't want any bullshit excuse from Bishop.

"Go find Halo and Pentagram. Make sure they don't fight. You'll stay with them until I call you for the mission- if I decide to let you stay," She snapped at Haley.

Ciara "Halo" Holland and Jackob "Pentagram" Holland

Jackob glared at his sister then set the staff she was holding at his throat in flames. She dropped it and he kicked her back, causing her to stumble. But she didn't fall like he'd hoped. SHIT! He thought, quickly attempting to stand. But Ciara had locked his ankles to the frozen ground and he fell hard. He winced, blinking quickly to clear his vision. He burned away the chains but by the time he had, Ciara had placed a foot on his chest, holding two icicles at his throat again. This time, they were blue ice- he couldn't burn them away. He hissed but relented.

"Fine. I yeild," He coughed, trying to push her off.

Ciara wasn't satisfied. She didn't move, bracing herself and thrusting the icicle closer to her brother's throat. You know what I want. Say it! But she did not voice her thoughts,only remained mostly motionless until he said what she wanted to hear. She knew he would never say it, but she'd kill him if she had to. She was the better sibling, and hated that Zoe made her babysit Jackob. It was an age-old rivalry story told millions of times, but she didn't care. She hated him, and the fact that she had to behave like she and Jackob were on good terms made her want to kill him even more.

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