….

Tom stumbled into the house Tobi drove him to and fell over the couch to land on the floor with a grunt and a thud.

He held his head as he got up and then stood shakily.

Tom shook his head slowly and then tried to stand, no luck.

He fell back on his ass as soon as he got his legs underneath his body.

Tom sighed loudly and then looked up as a light flooded his body.

Bill stood before him in his doorway, one eyebrow lifted high.

Tom scowled at him and then tried to stand again, this time he was more successful and he shuffled past his twin.

Bill grabbed his arm and tried to stop him. "Tom, what the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked.

Tom shook his arm free of Bill's grip and glared at him. "Shut the fuck up, you're part of the damn problem." He retorted.

Bill stood still as he heard this come out of Tom's mouth. "What?" he asked quietly.

Tom sneered. "You and her, if you have each other no one else matters, especially if she sees other people and wants to get rid of them." He halfway turned away from Bill.

Bill couldn't find an answer.

"I bet you don't even care, she can drive away anyone she wants, and you wouldn't give a fucking damn." Tom glared at Bill. "I hope you're fucking happy with her Bill." He turned away from Bill and then thought better of it.

"Actually… I'm going to leave, goodbye." He turned back to the front door and grabbed the keys to his car.

Bill started to come after Tom then. "No, Tom, what the fuck has gotten into you?" he asked.

Tom didn't say another word; he opened the front door and walked out, slamming it shut behind his retreating figure.

Bill went to the door and opened it again, going out and trying to stop his twin.

Tom shook him off yet again and then climbed in his car, he turned it on and then looked back at Bill.

Bill flinched, Tom looked demonic in the light of the dashboard, it glanced off his sharp features.

Tom gave Bill the finger and then drove off.

Bill ran back in the house and picked up his cell phone, calling Tobi.

….

"Way to go smarty," she said with a laugh but Alex could hear the car starting.

"Ya well Raul hit me with a bat."

"He's back?"

"Not anymore."

"Nice, so you need me to get the glass out?"

"And get Bill outta the country."

"Not you?"

"Ima kill these bastards."

"Maybe you should take Bill to the school?"

"No!"

"He should see it and most of Raul's allies still go there."

"Maybe but please just come one."

"I'm almost there." She hung up the phone.

….

"Well you look a little better." Enna said half an hour later.

"Maybe worse." Alex said, the bruises from the bat were coming up and she was covered in cuts.

"What happened?" Bill asked, he had been waiting not so patiently outside of the room.

"I was beaten with a bat and I jumped out a window.

"Okay," he said shaking his head and pulling her into his arms. "I'm glad you're okay."

"I told you that I would come home."

"And you did."

"And I always will, but Bill you have to go back to Germany for a while."

"Tom is still pissed at me."

"Then go make it up with him, Bill those people know where we live you have to get out. Or I have to and if I leave they'll get you to get me."

"You'll come back if I go?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll go."

"Thank you and goodbye." she said disappearing out the door.

….

Bill managed to get Toni to find Tom.

The two men returned to the house, Tom glaring at the floor with his arms crossed over his chest like a petulant child.

"Come on Tom, we have to go." Bill called, bringing a bag from his room.

Tom looked up at him. "What?" he asked.

Bill placed his bags on the floor by the couch. "I packed some of your shit, now you have to pack the rest of it." He stated.

Tom was even more confused. "I don't get it." He said softly.

"Alex told me that we need to go back to Germany, if we don't listen to her we'll die." Bill placed a hand on Tom's shoulder.

Tom slapped him away. "Whatever, I don't care what she says." He snarled.

Bill frowned, and then turned to look at Tobi. "Can you help him out Tobi?" he asked.

Tobi nodded and then led Tom to his room.

Once there Tom sat on the bed and refused to move.

Tobi sighed and moved around to gather his clothes and toss them in the bag.

When all the bags were filled Tobi took them to the other room and Tom stayed on the bed.

After about ten minutes Bill walked into the room and grabbed Tom. "Come on, we have to leave." He said, tugging at his twin's arm.

Tom glared at him and he blinked.

The woman Tom had seen in the other room drifted in. "Are you ready? What's taking so long?" she looked between the two.

"Tom doesn't want to go." Bill supplied.

She looked at Tom. "Get up and come on if you don't want to die a horrible death."

Tom leaned away from Bill. "Why do you always do what they say?" he asked, glaring.

Bill sighed. "Because I love her and because I don't want to die." He tugged at Tom's arm again and this time succeeded in getting him to his feet.

Before Tom could sit back down Bill was behind him and pushing him forward.

Tom tried to resist but when Bill wanted to be he could be strong.

Finally they were in a black van and the woman was driving them to an airport.

Tom stared out the window; arms crossed, and ignored everyone.

When they arrived at the airport the woman escorted them to a waiting jet and then stood outside of it as the door shut.

She ran back to the van and picked up her cell phone.

….

Alex sent her staff home. She carefully moved every part in her body a few bruises and lots of cuts but she was fine. She almost laughed; Raul's cronies came straight through the front door. She recognized them from school.

She slit his throat before he could get all the way into the house. The next one took a swift kick in the face that knocked him out. The hit the third with the handle of her blade.

Carefully she stripped them of weapons and tied them tight to a few things she had set aside in the basement for just such cases. Muttering about how fat men were she headed for the back door where she could hear an intrusion.

More of Raul's cronies the retards must have thought to ambush her. She dispatched two and dragged the third one down once he had been incapacitated.

"I think this is a record even for me." she said splashing one man with icy water to awaken him. Not going to go into all the gory details but she got the location and number of people who were after here and all but one man was dead.

She killed him and sent for Collette to get the bodies; she did however remember to mark all of them. She slipped into the place where the meeting of these freaks was to take place there were only 5 or so left. she got the first two.

She swore silently as the next three entered together. She knew these boys, they were good, not as good as she was, but not wanna be's either.

Silently she slipped into the kitchen and slipped poison into their wines then let them out. She hid in the corner as one man came in saw the wine as greedily grabbed them bringing them out to his friends.

Alex shook her head, it was never safe to just drink something like that, they didn't even notice she had opened the bottles. She laughed as they slumped, dead. She shook her head calling Collette and slashing her mark into the men's chests.

Their families deserved decent burials at least. She realized she was shaking, she was completely exhausted. She had to sleep. She headed for a hotel. She wished she could say this was the end of it but you never knew how many snakes were in a garden.

…..

-a week later

She stepped off the plane. She had nothing but a back pack thrown over her shoulder. Everyone tried to avoid looking at her. She did not try to hide her injuries.

She shook her hair out, what was Bill going to say? Her hair was now mahogany, curly, and fell to the middle of her back. The waist length tresses were gone.

She hoped he didn't hate it; it was after all her natural hair. She had also removed her contacts and her eyes had gone from mystic emerald to a deep forest color.

Her skin bore no cosmetics and it was even paler than it had seemed before, mostly because she had been using a color tint to the colorlessness of her skin was not evident. She wore basic heavy duty camo pants the kind that she could hide anything in and still move around.

She wore a tee shirt and a hoodie. The bruises on her face had reached their prime and were healing making half of her face and a lot of her shoulders and back (Raul had shit aim) a disgusting yellow purple color.

Her arm as in a sling, she had a slight lip from a knife to the foot, and she was still covered in a myriad of cuts and bruises but she was happy because the men who had threatened Bill were dead.

She had left a very deep message in the minds of everyone who might have thought to bother her.

…..

Bill reclined against his couch. He and Tom were doing better but things still weren't great. They were currently watching the news. Both Tom and he watched with eyes as the reporter spoke: "A week ago a body of a suspected drug lord was found dead with 2 of his men. An insider found them.

When police went to check on the rest of his men to find the suspect they found that every single man had been murdered. The police tell us that there is no evidence, not a single shred.

The police tell us there is nothing to fear, these men were killed by someone they crossed, that message was made very clear. Rest in peace twenty three criminals are dead and their Killer will not hurt us. Some people are even calling the Killer Avenger..." the rest of the reporter's words were cut short as someone opened the door. The both jumped; they KNEW they had locked the doors.

"Sorry to scare you," a familiar but tired voice said, "but I couldn't knock."

"Alex!" Bill said bounding over to her and wrapping her in his arms as she dropped her bag and wrapped one arm around his neck.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue slipping past her lips before they broke free and pulled her to his chest and just held her there.

She squirmed slightly seeing as her broken arm was trapped between the two of them.

"Sorry," Bill said sheepishly letting her go.

"What happened to you?" Tom asked in a not so pleased to see you voice. "You look like you got hit by a car."

"How about you get dragged into an attic, roped to a chair, beaten with a bat, shoved out a window, then have to track down and kill twenty three fighters, assassins, and thugs so that you're love and his ungrateful brother cannot be killed as they sleep, and tell me how wonderful you look." Alex retorted.

"So you killed all those men?" he asked gesturing to the T.V.

"One shot himself when he saw me."

"That's nice." Tom said.

"It's one less for me to have to kill." she said with a shrug.

"You killed twenty three men for me?" Bill asked his eyes wide.

"Yea," she said with a small smile.

"Whoa," he said shaking his head as if he couldn't comprehend it, probably because he couldn't.

"I like your hair," he said running his hands through her curls.

"They're natural," she said with a laugh.

"And your eyes?" he asked she was surprised there really wasn't a huge difference.

"Natural," she said.

"Skin," he said distinctly remembering her being less albino looking last time they met.

"Natural, this is me; this is what i really look like."

"I think it's beautiful."

"Get a room," Tom said annoyed, not that he could REALLY say anything.

"I think we will," Bill said pulling Alex with him, Tom gagged. Bill shut the door gently behind Alex and drew her to him.

"He hates me," she said.

"No he doesn't he just isn't sure about how he feels, he'll com round."

"Are you sure, I don't want you two to fight."

"Positive, you aren't going anywhere," he said putting his lips to hers.

….