Eleven

April 20, 2015.

It was already five years ago but everything is crystal clear on her mind.

She stood beside her and smiled on her behalf. The folder on her hands were the reports for the whole year performance of the company, she was just twenty years old and none of these make sense to her. So her sister, Deborah, was the one who holds all the success and, at the same time, problems of the company.

For an owner of an insurance company with a lot of credits and liabilities, she was too young to be the CEO. Their parents just died of an accident, so there was no choice but for her to handle it all.

Meanwhile, Rebecca was just there to please the whole company with her wit and beauty, since she's too young to have a position.

The whole meeting room was field with the aroma of mint, but it does not appeal to the chairmans and shareholders, "Miss, your parents did not leave a lot of money to pay all of those people who died last week and almost all of the other companies under us wants to get out of the insurance because of fear."

Deborah smiled, ignoring the whines of the bald man, "We should accept the loans that the banks are offering to us. Maybe if we can use those money first to pay the people we owe, then we could make an advertisement that could widen our bracket, right? That way we could earn more, and we could, hopefully, pay the banks soon."

They all nodded, agreeing to what she proposed, Becca smiled and put her hand on her shoulder. Deborah grabbed her sisters hand and squeezed it, mouthing thank you for the advice she gave.

That day ended with everyone on Deborah's favor, the siblings walked to their car smiling and enjoyed the rest of the drive talking with their bodyguard and driver.

Their bond was unbreakable, though they do have three years apart, they do feel like they are twins.

Until that very night, Becca remembered sleeping on the couch because she still have to study for her entrance exam but at that moment, she was on the ground. She opened her eyes, lamp on her sisters room started flickering and the mirror on her cabinet was shattered.

She looked at her hand, and there were blood on her chest, neck and her face, but she was not hurt. A pool of blood started forming on her foot—she screamed when she saw a body laying dead on the ground. Her face was destroyed with stab wounds, almost unrecognizable. Her chest, all have blood on it, together with her sister's pajama.

On Becca's hand was a knife full of blood.

She remembered how she cried and weeped in front of the detective that she was not the one who killed her, but he did not listened. Everyone in the court, called her a murderer and a psychopath, they thought that the small girl was jealous of her sister having all these wealth, while she stand beside her and just smile.

All of the people at the court told her one thing, that she will be imprisoned and her parent's company would fall.

"Can you tell me who is this?" the detective talked to her, not on interrogation room but on her cell, where no one was listening.

He showed her a photo of a man, standing on one corner of a street looking at her sister. "I don't know."

"Kid, this man is wanted for murder. If he is following your sister, we might get you out of here." those are the last words she heard from him, he did not came back with an answer.

She was in prison for one year, and the authorities was not able to pull up any other evidence that she was the one who killed her sister. Despite of having her fingerprints sorrounding the area, they let her go, because the evidences are not matching the scenarios they have in their head.

They, too, were baffled and left the case unsolved.

Becca returned to the insurance company different to what they used to know her. She was not smiling that frequently, most of the time she'll work alone or with Lisa but the employees shrugged the change when she succeeded on dragging the company back to the top.

Up until now, no one knows that she has been planning on taking down the person who killed her sister. As much as they are concerned with it, she did killed her and succeeded on taking over the company.

She asked for help on a person Lisa knew in government, she got the system they use on finding people— both local and domestic—she get to hire personnels from rehab and streets in exchange for a huge amount of money. She did everything to create her own team of assassins with the help of the only person she trust, Lisa.

Diego stared at the screen for a moment, realizing what she had done. Of course, he have already killed people but he never killed anyone who was just innocent as that kid.

He removed his earpiece and walked out of the room, expecting he can already go out of the plane, he almost succeeded but a guard stopped him, "I told you, you can't go out."

"What? Is she gonna kill me after?" he rolled his eyes.

"No, she's going to kill me." the guard raised one of his eyebrows and pushed him back inside.

"I can't believe this." he let out an exasperated laugh and walked to the side of the plane where there are alcohol stored on a mini-bar.

He grabbed one and closed the door of the fridge loud as he can for everyone to hear. For once, he thought he knew the girl, but he was wrong. She was just like those people that she chased before, heartless and cruel. She would not even tell him the truth, maybe she is scared that he will try and escape from her grasp as soon as he can.

It took him few minutes before talking to the same guy who prevented him from getting out, "You know she just killed two innocent people, she will be imprisoned in no time."

"Well," the guard sighed erasing a train of truth forming on his lips, "Just listen to her and you will be safe."

"I was safe when she didn't forced me to be in this job." he drank almost half of his beer, the guard just scoffed and got back on guarding the plane door.

Diego already finished his drink for just two minutes and he grabbed three more. However, he was not getting drunk no matter how he would like to, for a moment, he regrets his decision of helping her.

"How many people did you guys killed?" he asked the guy all of a sudden.

The guard did not answered knowing he might spew something in the air if he continue on talking to him, "You can't count huh? Too many?"

"Shut your fucking mouth, you are still alive because she wants to."

"You know, you guys should be the one in prison." Diego laughed and downed his beer.

The guard could not hold his temper, he stepped off of his position and grabbed Diego's collar, pinning him to the wall, "What did you just say?"

"Luci! Bro, let him go!" A guard got on the plane the exact time the guard whom he called 'Luci' decided that he will kill him, ready to accept what Becca would torture him with. He grabbed his shoulder and pulled him away from Diego, "Stop!"

"What is happening here?" Kieth emerged from the stairs and saw what is the commotion inside, "Really? You're fighting in the middle of this? Stop it."

He pulled a guy from his back, it was Alexis who have blood all over his hands and arms. His eyes darted to nothing, but still full of tears.

"Where is she?" Diego pushed Luci away and asked the newly arrived person.

"Out." All of them entered the room where Diego was supervising Becca earlier, "You will be leaving this country as soon as I leave this plane."

"Who will be coming with her? Is she alone?" Diego put his drink down a table near him, he could not help but to still worry.

"No. Now, you are still going to supervise this plane. Get back to Lisa, together with this man and contact Maddie once we call. Your services would not be needed but you will stay with Lisa for a couple of days."

"What?"

"You heard me. Now go."

Kieth exited the room immediately after he talked, "You have to explain me what is happening." Diego chased after him but he did not let him step out of the plane together with him.

"Just ask Lisa."

A hand pulled Diego inside and both Kieth and him watched the stairs being folded to cover the doorway. They stayed at their feet, the plane started and moved away from where the guard was standing.

Diego looked through a window and he saw a black car park beside him. It was Becca.

Becca opened her car and stepped out of it, "Did he insisted on staying?"

"No, but he asked questions that you asked us not to answer." Keith looked at Becca who had her eyes covered with her favorite black shades. He could clearly see the traces of tears on her cheeks and her reddish nose, "Do you remember when you shot a man before when he was trying to kill me?"

"That is the first murder I did." she sniffed.

"Well, you did that to protect me." Kieth removed her shades, she closed her eyes trying to cover her tears.

"Now you are doing this to protect us all, this war is ours, not just yours."