1st Bullet
The Red Twins
No one ever noticed him as a child, his ruby hair neatly pulled back into a ponytail, his knees skidded up and bandaged. . . bruises always visible as he was shown to the masses. . . but never chosen. His eyes were what many people watched, they seemed wise. . . but that was what most feared about the red head. He stood quietly, squeezing the hand of the one beside him as a set of parents passed them and looked at them. He looked up from under the fringes of his bangs and saw them examining the older of the two brothers as he stood silently, allowing them to get a good look at him.
"He's handsome. . . Sweetheart he's precious."
"Yes he is." The other Empyrean gazed over at him, "But this one. . ."
". . . 'e's my lil' bro'er. . ." The older red head's accent was heavy, "Please, if you decide to take me give 'im a 'ome too. . . we've been 'ere for a long time. . ."
"I don't know if that's possible" The man rolled his cigarette to the other side of his mouth as he looked at him, "He's a bit scrawny. . . doesn't look like he can take too much punishment from training. . . At best, he'd be a Spit. . . and you know how I can't stand Spits" He looked at his wife momentarily before looking at the boy once more.
"Please. . . I'm beggin' you. . ." The older let go of the younger's hand, clasping his own together, " 'e can't say 'ere much lon'er. . ."
The younger looked down for a moment as he looked at his older brother, pleading for him to stay. . . It was obvious that this family didn't want anything to do with him, "Arisen. . . you should go"
"But Sigma!"
"No buts Arisen. . .I'll be okay. Be happy."
"I can't be 'appy without you with me Sigma!"
"You'll forget all about me. . . I want you to." He smiled as he pushed his brother forward, "Go, please. . . I'm beggin' you. . ."
"Sigma. . ."The older put a hand on his head and took something from around his neck, "Mom would've wanted you to 'ave this you know. . ." he put it in his brother's open palm, "Don't loose it, it's what'll keep us connected, alright?"
". . . Alright" The younger red head smiled as his brother was taken away.
"Good luck, Sigma!"
"You too Arisen!"
~+~
Sigma still remembered that day as if it was yesterday. . . He gazed at it, watching it spin in the palm of his hand, it's music peaceful as it played it's sweet melody. He closed his eyes remembering his brother as he was; bandaged, and bruised, but always strong. He could always see it there. . . It was something he'd only wished to have, but didn't. . . it was why no one wanted him until they'd called him a waste of space, kicking him out when he was old enough to be able to care for himself. They'd never do it, had Arisen been around. . . but he wasn't just the sound of himself and the locket that his brother left behind for him.
No one could tell that he was angry until the day he'd shot the ring finger off the head mistress of the orphanage with her own gun and bullets. . . then spit on her before leaving, packing all of his belongings with him.
He'd escaped to the lawless district of town where anything went, he'd always heard stories of many different gangs that could use his skills, but he never knew where to start or what to do. He was picked up by a gang called the Wild Fangs, a branch of Kartel's worst. He was still young, so all he ever did was run errands, until he shot someone in the shoulder with a musket. . . a natural. . .
~+~
He made his way through the ranks. . . recalling what that man had said about him becoming a Spitfire. He decided that he'd try as he grew, finding great skill in what he could do now when there was a sense of strength around him. He'd show them all how capable he was. . . it would just take some time. . . He smiled at the trinket and closed his palm around it. . . he would show them all what he was capable of. . .
"Oy, Sigma, what are ye doin in 'ere now?"
Green eyes gazed at the door briefly before sitting up and staring at the figure in it, "I'm sittin' on my arse, whot does it look like I'm doin'?" Since the days of his childhood, his accent got a little heavier, "Whot the 'ell do ye think I'm doin'?"
"Hey, easy now, boy o, the captain's lookin' for ye."
"The captain?" He swung his feet around the side of the bed, "Whot does 'e want with me?"
"Dunno, 'e just requested to speak with you."
"Alright, I'm goin'" The red head left the room with his hands in his pockets quietly, "An' dun go snoopin' in me room, I'll kill ye where ye stand. Are we clear?"
"Crystal, sir."
"Good"
He slammed the door and made his way through the corridors of the work place, giving some nasty comments to some of the others on the way as they did to him. This place was a mess, but he didn't seem to mind so much. He'd stopped at the door and raised his fist to knock, but it was opened by a beautiful woman with long blond hair.
"Sigma, good of you to join us."
"Ye called fer me, sir?" Sigma entered the room, watching the blond as she watched him.
"That's right, Sigma." He leaned forward at his desk, gazing at the red head, "How would you like it if I said that I wanted to promote you?"
"Promote me, sir?" He looked confused for a brief moment before folding his arms again, "I'm listenin'"
"Good because I'll only say this once. . . you have one chance, Raider. Don't fail on me."
"Yes, sir"
