Ristina was doing the dishes in the small little kitchen. By hand with a rag. As usual. One plate after another. Making them sparkly clean. Though , she kept her sharp silver fox ears listening for any intruders. From the outside their family must of looked normal. Which was at least the pretense she was going for. To everyone in town they needed to be looked at in a normal way. Rather than seen as what they are. A bunch of assassins. Or rather well two at the moment.<br/><br/>Then the plate that she had began washing slipped out of her hands. It crashed onto the floor. Shattering into a million little sharp shiny pieces that tien could cut his little toes on. She heaved a sigh as tears tried to squeeze out of her eyes. These children should not have to be Assassins. It wasnâ€™t a choice for her. She never had a choice. She was born into this.<br/><br/>Born to fight, and born to be cursed. Her hands reached for a small broom that could sweep up the mess in front of her. But she couldnâ€™t be that cursed could she? Two wonderful children worth giving her life for, and a man that she could â€¦well simply not live without.  But no matter what she would have to feel the guilt that she had killed someone elseâ€™s loved one.  That it could of been her loved one that was killed. Every day this goes through her head. Every day she hopes for her familyâ€™s safety.<br/><br/>After she swept up the mess. She turned around to finish the dishes. Her mind wondering to the contract that her daughter would have to sign. Not a choiceâ€¦.a decision. But something that if she didnâ€™t sign then the entire family would be hunted. Her mother always told her when she was little<span style="font-style: italic">" Being an Assassins is not a single person thing. When comes to Assassins once a person signs a contract. That contract will be carried for generations past." </span>At the time she was foolish, and just signed the contract. But also at the time she thought she had chosen this life for herself. But that wasnâ€™t true. Her mother just made it seem like she chose this on her own free will.<br/><br/>She didnâ€™t want Axel to live through this.  No matter what. Even if they were hunted because of it. Blood dripped from  her knuckle. As she hadnâ€™t realized the knife she had slipped and cut her. Blood oozed out of her wound.  She closed her bright blue eyes for a split second trying to push back all the regrets , all her problems from the past.<span style="font-style: italic"> "That was the past. This is now."</span>She whispered. Trying to convince herself of it. But no matter what she was still an Assassin. Putting her Loving, Charming  husband in danger every day.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Mommy." </span>She heard Tienâ€™s voice echo from the hallway.<span style="font-style: italic">"Mommy what is that smell?" </span>He muttered.<br/><br/>"Itâ€™s nothing hunny." She turned to look at Tien. But was met by Axel. Who was smart enough to know that the smell tien was smelling was blood.  "I promise its nothing to cry about." She whispered to tien. Giving one stern look at Axel. As if trying to say "Donâ€™t tell him what it really is."