For things should be kept as a Secret.

Time slows down as the woman with red hair jump towards a yellow haired kid, seconds after gun shots are heard. The bullet pierced the back of the girl as she used her body to cover her sibling. The gun shots continue while they hide under a table, not that far from the window.

Harley's eyes widen as he stared at her older sister who in return has a smile in her face. A blood trickle down his cheek, adding terror to Harley's feelings.

'Sister? Sister? You're... you're hu-'

'Shhh. This is nothing.' Lesley tried hard not to stutter even though the pain she's feeling right now is really making her want to just punch somebody, preferably the guy who just tried to shoot her brother.

Finding some ways to escape, Lesley saw a window, thankfully its open. The gun shots continue making Lesley hug Harley tightly. Harley on the other hand had his handkerchief tightly placed between his hands, hoping that this chaos will stop.

Another series of gun shots were heard before it came to full stop. Only their ragged breathing were heard, while blood trickled down Lesley's back.

'I really need to get Harley escape before I pass out because of this sh*t.' Lesley thought

'What a beautiful show you have there!'

The enthusiastic voice boom in the banquet hall, where dead bodies now lay. Its sickening to see. In another thought, it was very satisfying for the man in suit. His followers put down their guns, but still on a high alert.

The man look like crazy guy, with his gloves smeared with gun powder. A smile in his face and eyes that are thirsty for blood.

'Come out now girl!'

He screamed, kicking a body while making his way to the stage. Laughing all the way up, he shot once again making the sibling be more on guard.

'Never thought that he would go crazy like this.' Lesley thought, 'but it was expected of him anyway.'

'Tsk. Tsk. tsk....' The guy shook his head seemingly disappointed, swishing his gun back and forth as if not caring if he accidentally push the trigger. Well even if he shoot somebody, it would be nothing since all of the people in the hall are dead.

'Let me tell you this...' The guy pause, 'Since the day your father stole it from me, my life has been through hell and back!'

The way he said it was calm at first then laugh at the end. Just like what you expect from a psycho.

The guy raise his eyebrows, then twirl while laughing. 'I bet you know what I'm talking about...'

Then as if fate will have it, before Lesley could react, the table they were under flip, exposing them both. She was quick to act as she point her gun at the guy, while his comrades point all of their guns at Lesley.

'...right, Lesley?' The smile he sent her was enough to make Harley hug her tighter.

'Clint you bast*rd!' Lesley called out as she tried not to let fear caught her.

It would be best if she can withstand the pain longer, but with enough guns to attack them there's no way they would be able to escape. Unless someone is left here.

'Oh why? Now you're calling me?' Clint laugh walking towards them as if he's dancing

Suddenly, a gun was in her forehead, with hers in Clint's chest. The atmosphere is serious now. There's no way that both of them will be left alive after this night.

And they both know this.

'Where is the orb?'

Lesley chuckle before getting serious, 'It was gone a long time ago.'

The expression of Clint cannot be distinguished. It was a mixture of hate, disbelief, and anger.

'Well then I think its time for you to leave this ear--'

Blood splattered.

And it was followed by a lot more gun shots.

'Harley!'

'Leave!'

Lesley screamed pushing him away from her before kicking a guy in his head, successfully beheading him.

'B-but yo---'

'Just go to the HQ!'

Harley let tears fell from his eyes before turning his back on his sister and running out of the house he and his sister's home.

Making sure Harley was out she immediately fought with all her might. A guy threw a chair at her back, making her fall on her knees. But she look back and shot him down. Minutes passed, her body is completely wrecked. She's slowly losing her feel of her left arm, the wound on her back was really stingy, and she felt like any second now she's going to faint.

Shooting the last person, she felt like she's going to pass out. And that she did.

Watching her fell down, he finally stepped out of the dark. His black coat covering his entire being, and a hat to cover his face. He left the house with Lesley on his shoulder and he stop just to look at the moon.

Smirking he said, 'Don't say anything will you?'

He said it so casually as if the moon is really going to talk back to him. As if the moon is a living person. But he's so confident that no one will know, just like how things should be.