; LEAVING

Vance household, 9pm.

That was the time she planned to leave home but she didn't expect it to be this hard. She didn't expect all the tears to come undone.

"I'm begging you dear, please stay with us!"

The once lively ivory living room of the grand manor now turned dull and depressing. The magic paintings that littered the walls of the family of four now had lost it's color. Everything felt dark and gloomy. And everyone felt it too.

The day that Lesley had come home with Mrs. Vance and Harley was the day that the house had lit up. Lesley's arrival made the house all the more joyous.

But here she is, leaving.

"Sis, I want you to be careful, okay?" Harley said sadly, tears streaming down his eyes. Harley hadn't cried much but when it came to his sister leaving, waterfall like tears fell from his eyes.

Lesley pulled him into a tight embrace, ruffling his hair she exclaimed, fighting back tears, "I'll be alright." She faked a laughed and continued, "Of course I'll be, I'm the strongest one here!"

And at that, Harley's grip on her sister was tightening his arms unmoving.

"I love you sis."

"I love you too, dummy."

Finally, Harley let go and Lesley turned to face her parents. "I'll be safe and I'll come back, I promise." She said as she raised her crossed fingers.

Her mother had tears falling down her eyes. One after another until she was full on bawling, "Oh dear! Just please... please come back."

Lesley nodded, hugging her mother. She then turned to her father as he pulled her into an embrace. Lightly patting her back. "I know you will. I have my faith in you."

As Lesley turned to bid one final goodbye, she felt the tears falling down her eyes. Slowly they fell until she was full on crying.

"Good bye guys, I'll see you."

At her words they pulled into one last embrace. Then she was gone.

She moved from town to town following the country map her brother, Harley had given her. She found an inn that was in the same town as the Paxley's and decided she'd stay there as she put her plan to action.

She decided she'd rest for the night and move out in the morning. Looking out of the window she sighed, until a small scene by the marketplace took place.

It was a man seemingly hurting two young children. The man, who Lesley already presumed to be an asshole, raised his hand on the small boy.

The man then took a knife ready to slash the two kids. Lesley had already started to wonder why no one was seeing the commotion. But nonetheless, it still took place.

Lesley had raised her rifle and placed it onto the ledge of the window, looking through her scope she breathed in-and-out, readying herself to fire.

But before she could. Illuminating like daggers shot through the air. Blue daggers were spread out and they retracted back to the holder, piercing the harasser. Lesley was in shock. 'He's an assassin isn't he?' Lesley recognized the likes of her for she was one too.

The perpetrator fell to the ground and just like that, the saviour helped the two stand. And they thanked him.

The hero looked up to the window and flashed a grin, winking at Lesley. Which she rolled her eyes at, disgusted at the flirtatious action. "Wait, he saw me?" She murmured feeling the blush rise up to her cheeks.

He shouted, "Got here first!"

Lesley looked away, completely annoyed at the man's actions.

She sat on her bed and contemplated the actions that were about to ensue the next day.

She looked around the room, it was one of those rooms that had little to no stuff in it. It was a simple room in a simple inn. Having at least two paintings of scenery. With two windows on the side. It was a particularly small room and Lesley, even a little didn't feel cozy in it.

She remembered her room back at her old house. Albeit small but it always welcomed her with a warm feeling. She completely loathed this new place and just wanted to get the job done.

But in all honesty, she had one concern.

"Would they recognize me?" She asked herself looking at the mirror. She was worried that the men of the Paxley manor would know her to be the daughter of the man they killed.

She fell on the bed, face planting her face on the pillow she muttered, "Hope all goes well."