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When she got to her room Marcie started to undress, she unbuttoned her blouse slowly, thinking of what she needed to do, she had no idea who was the responsible for Matt's death so she would need to investigate first, she removed the blouse and then something fell, something small, a card... An Ace of Spades.

Marcie picked the card slowly and looked at it lovingly while a small shade of ruby tainted her cheeks, she placed it back under the left strap of her bra, close to her heart and took off the shorts, that was a relief, normal clothes weren't designed to be comfortable when you have a tail, She then took off the boots and socks and reached for her 'work clothes', it was a black full body suit, it was very tight and it looked like leather, but it was in fact jabberwocky skin, as smooth as silk and as resistant as a 10 inches iron bar, as a plus it was also stain resistant, blood stains could be very annoying.

The charming naked little feet slid down the smooth and cold inside of the suit to find themselves stopped at the end of their journey by a tick block that served as shoes to the one piece garment, they where followed by the handsome legs and the rest of the petite and pretty body that filled this attire only when something dreadful was to be done, when her whole body was inside Marcie closed the zipper on the back that went all the way from her lower back to her neck, she then grabbed what would have been a perfect miniature replica of her silver sword, it was, of course, one of the many size-shifting object she possessed and so it was not a replica but the actual thing.

Marcie looked herself on the mirror before going downstairs, she realized the piercings on her ears where missing so she looked for them, they were not as much of an accessory as they where a weapon, each of them held an small plastic explosive, she needed no more than take it off and set the trigger and they would explode in barely 5 seconds, there before she never went out on a mission without them, they where hard to detect as weapons so if captured they could be rather useful, when she looked at the mirror again she smiled, she looked the same in all but the eyes, they held such a cold emptiness not even the cheerful smile she bared would dull it 'we need to give Matt a proper burial first' someone from her inside said.

Marcie snickered "You had been pretty quiet Marchy" she said in a mocking tone grabbing a white full mask painted with black lips and a black thorns and roses designs all over the right side 'I quiet much agree someone deserves to die this time' the voice responded coldly "Maybe i am not needed anymore then" Marcie said looking at the mask, there was no response from the inside, it was normal that she would drift away someday, it was the nature of this disease, just because a coin has two sides it does not makes it two different coins.

Marcie made her way downstairs "I'll visit the grave digger first" she said to no one in particular and exited the door once more to make her way to where the grave digger resided.


Jackie woke up to the chirping sound of the nightingale, when had she fallen asleep? she was on a small hill overlooking the castle, it was barely 5 but this time of the year the sun set down very early so the beautiful shades of blue, pink and purple made the sky look like a piece of candy awaiting to be eaten by the night, the toy she had found earlier that afternoon was no where in sight so maybe it had all been a dream, it had been a curious dream 'i would like to see you after being sewed up a thousand times' she smiled as she remembered those words and drew the sleeve of her uniform up to her elbow, faint white scars forming a name in there, it was not her name, she had made those when she was barely 6 and a half so they where hardly even visible now but she could still feel them when she ran her small fingers through them.

It had been a calm afternoon almost 7 years ago when she made them, way before she became 'Jack of spades' or even 'Jackie' who was she back then? well, she was a little girl, that's all she could remember, she had though her big sister would be trilled when she saw how pretty and with how much precision she had managed to sew her name in to her skin, her sister was always labeling the things that belonged to her and she belonged completely to her sister so surely her sister would be glad... but she was not, her sister had screamed at her, she said that it was wrong to hurt one self "But..." the little girl had said, sadness evident in her voice "But.. it didn't hurt! it didn't hurt one bit!" she had placed a valid argument but her sister had become serious at that instant, she remembered that the little girl could feel no pain "Do you like birds?" Her big sister asked, the little girl smiled, she loved birds and her sister knew it, so she nodded vigorously, forgetting the anguish she had felt a moment ago "Wait here" Her sister said leaving the room.

An hour passed and her sister returned with a pair of nightingales on a small black cage, the little girl looked at them with awe, had her sister gotten them for her? maybe she had liked the present after all! "Why do you like birds?" her sister asked still serious, the little girl didn't hesitate in answering "They are cute and they have such a pretty voice and when they are free they can reach so high up is like the can touch the clouds, when they fly is like they could scape everything and never come back..." The little girl said with dreaming eyes, she would have liked to be a bird but not if that meant leaving her sister's sides, so she was better as human.

Her sister caught one of the bird with her hands "Well, they can't do all that if they die" her sister said turning the bird's head until it snapped and drew blood "If you hurt yourself too much this is what'll happen" her sister added handing her the motionless body of the bird "Do you understand?" her sister said with tears to her eyes, the little girl looked at the body of the bird on her hands and then at the alive one on the cage "I promise i won't die" she said understanding, the dead bird hadn't screamed in pain but he had died, she was the same, she couldn't scream in pain like the others but she could die just as easily, her sister hugged her tightly in that moment and that made the little girl feel good and bad at the same time, there was as many differences between her sister and herself as there was between the dead bird and the alive one and she was the dead bird...

Jackie smiled weakly at the nightingales that decided to fly on that moment, a dead bird could never fly...


Ace of clubs looked outside the window at the changing colors of the sky, was the weather mocking her perhaps? she looked back at the man in bed, eight was in a very bad shape, wounded from head to toes and yet she was unable to feel pity, she felt more remorse for letting him get hurt more than actual pity, she hadn't been training him properly either but she didn't want to recur to the training methods of the previous Ace of
clubs, a small tremor ran through her body at the memories of such perverted methods he had, they had proven useful non the less, shall she try them on eight? well, she couldn't imagine herself ordering the boy to undress in order to instruct him where to hide weapons more conveniently, a small blush came to her cheeks at the memory of herself undressing in front of that idiot


"It's part of your training two" The previous Ace of clubs had said with a smirk on his lips

"Just how is that?" An ashamed two of clubs said roughly, the only item of clothing she had on was the gun holder tied around one of her tights and that barely counted "You are just a perverted old man!" she said without moving, she was unable to disobey orders and had been ordered not to move but he never said anything about not speaking.

The previous Ace of clubs just snickered "I am just seeing how prepared you are, not much for what i see, only one gun as a weapon? as a rule you must always carry at least 5 weapons even when undressed" he made a small pause "you should leave your hair long" he said taking a tread of her short silver hair "It will make it easy for you to hide needles there due to it's color" He said seriously before smirking and kissing her hair "And i like long hair" he said playfully before walking off "You can get dressed again" he added not turning around.

The young club had to contain herself not to shoot him, it had only been a month since she had been promoted to two and this guy had already managed to massacre all of her pride, she had to conceal the tears of frustration as she placed her clothing back on, to hell with him and his supposed training! to hell with his likings! she was NOT going to let her hair long, ever, not as long as he lived.


Elizabeth smiled at the irony, she had started letting her hair grow when she killed him and he was right, it was very easy to hide needles in her hair, and very useful, she thought playing with one of the hidden needles in her hair.