Tight-lipped, the two girls that seemed to be twins surveyed the damage that had been wrought on what had once been a thriving city. A flat, gray plain stretched out before them, a toxic wind blowing ash into their faces. A cough from the green-eyed girl brought their attention back to the objective at hand. With an expressionless glare, the brown-eyed girl snapped a picture of the wasteland that now existed in place of the home of thousands of people.
"Where do we go from here?"
The brown-eyed one clutched the green-eyed girl's hand, a small smile comforting both of them.
"We do what we've been doing, Melody. We move on until we find the one responsible, and we kill them when we do. This is our job, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember. Don't you ever wish we could go back to the way things were, Destiny?"
"Every day, Mel. But that life was before the Lies and the Liberators. We have to complete the mission we've had since we were little girls, and that means following the Lies until we kill every last one. We weren't raised to be like other teenage girls who spend their days in school or with their boyfriends. Those girls are dead now, but we're still here because we are strong. Do you want to be one of those girls, Mel?"
"No, Dessie, and you know that. I just wish sometimes that the Liberators had destroyed the Lies before we were needed. We WERE the last resort. I mean, if we fail, the world is done for. I suppose that means we should get going, huh?"
"Definitely. Do we want to teleport or run?"
"Let's run. "
With that, the twin girls vanished in a cloud of ash. A soft chuckle emanated from an indeterminable spot, deep and doting.
"Oh Destiny, Melody. I promise I'll free you soon. There's still so much you don't know."
A young man who had an uncanny resemblance to the twins materialized on the plain, staring after the black-clad girls with sad blue eyes. Smiling softly at old memories, he vanished again, hot on the young girls' trail. Brody, as he happened to be called, had a mission of his own that would inevitably lead to a battle with the people he loved most and most probably his death. An agent for humanity, as those still alive knew him; Brody was the only man who could end the chain of death that had begun ten years ago with the appearance of his twin sisters. Despite this, his twin sisters were not the cause of the destruction that had plagued the world, merely the decoy to distract the Lies from the true threat: him. Unbeknownst to them, this mission they had begun on their eighth birthdays would ultimately be their family's end, and without intervention, they would gladly greet their death. Something would have to change if the world would be saved without the death of three young people who hadn't ever lived anyway.
Editor's Note: This is the first chapter of a short story installment. More chapters will appear in subsequent issues.