Axel stood in the doorway behind her brother. The kitchen would seem plain and simple to most but to her it was a thing of beauty. In fact the whole house was beautiful. Not that she would admit it. She was stubborn as a mule and prickly as a porcupine. Or at least thatâ€™s what her father said. It was well represented in the set of her chin and the spiky hair. The flame that was her hair was permanently set in this style. Her mother had wanted something more conspicuous, or feminine. But that was not Axleâ€™s style. She enjoyed it. Enjoyed being set apart. But that was aside the point.<br/><br/>Kneeling she placed one hand on her brothers shoulder. â€œIâ€™m going to help mommy get supper ready, you go find dad.â€ Smiling she ruffled his hair before turning to her mother. The blood was dripping from her fingers. Waiting for Tien to be out of earshot she looked back to her mother. â€œHow can I help?â€ Her mother would need bandages and such but she was no stranger to pain, as Axel knew. Born into a family of killers neither was she.  A fair pattern of feathered scars adorned her hands and she had not even made her first kill. Eager to get into the family business Axel had often picked fights. Of course her attitude towards others didnâ€™t help either.<br/><br/>Grimacing she forced her eyes back to her mother. â€œWhen do we head out?â€ She was excited and nervous, but neither of these were shown on her face. Always a cool contempt covered her face like a mask. Occasionally sarcasm but that was saved for her parents. A smile was rare, but she saved those for Tien, he held a special place in her heart. So kind and pure. She truly did not believe that he was a killer. She did not even want him to be. It was strange, she was so excited but for some reason he seemed to so tender and kind. She could not imagine him harming anything.