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Branded

Well, this is my original story, if you've got constructive critisizim go aheady and reply, if you just want to tell me that it's great (like my teachers have) I'm going to get annoyed. Anyway, Enjoy! :D
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Beads of Sweat marked Alyssa's brow, her strawberry blond hair was a disheveled mess and her hazel eyes stared at the wooden floor boards of the room with obvious dejection. Laura, her twin sister, was nowhere to be seen, and Alyssa hung her head as she thought about everything Meloney had said the other day, about a man looking for mercenaries. He had to be paying a very steep price because the rumors of dead thieves and brigands up at the palace were wide spread.

Alyssa ground her teeth together as she wondered where Laura could have gotten to, Gespus was a dangerous city for a thief, let alone a thief being paid to kill. Alyssa was the mercenary. She had always had a knack for killing people; even the branders had noticed her unforgiving nature.

Suddenly there was a crash and Alyssa backed up, so that she was positioned flat against the wall. Her door was thrown open and Meloney came bustling in, her arms full of linen and things. Her curly red hair was pulled into a bun atop her head and the lively spark in her bright blue eyes was gone. The way Meloney was acting made Alyssa nervous as she looked up at the older woman who had taken care of her and her sister after their parents had been murdered in Dark Haven, their hometown.

"I have atrocious news Alyssa." Meloney sighed as she dumped the linens on the bed and turned to face the young mercenary with a scar in the shape of an M on the palm of her right hand. The branders were terrific at hiding these scars from people that didn't need to know what they meant. The four smooth cuts had always disturbed Meloney. Alyssa was a dangerous force to be reckoned with. She was only a year younger than the prince up at the palace, but she was far more fastidious. Even at the age of twelve, Alyssa scared most of the common folk with her mind set on revenge and her unmatched talent with anything sharp. If only the Knights Academy could see her talent and forgo their rules about women, Alyssa wouldn't seem so frightening.

"I-I know
 
Alyssa sat bolt upright as she panted, her eyes wildly taking in the nearly barren room around her. The dream had haunted her for so long that she couldn't determine which parts were true and which weren't. Her strawberry blond hair had darkened to a light hazel and her eyes were still the same hazel color as she gasped for air. She wasn't twelve anymore, and she wasn't as na
 
Finally they were just walking down the road, without Alyssa's arm sockets feeling any kind of pain. "Wouldn't that be cool?" Merry asked, forgetting that she didn't say her previous sentence out loud.

"Wouldn't what be cool Merry?" Alyssa asked and Merry grinned as Terry blushed.

"That would be really cool." Terry said as her strawberry colored cheeks just served to make Alyssa curious.

"What are you two talking about?" Alyssa demanded and the girls both giggled.

"It's just a silly love story." Merry laughed and Terry agreed.

"But it sounds like a very interesting love story." Alyssa sighed as the girls giggled and she realized that she wouldn't get any more out of them. "What about this store?" Alyssa asked as they passed a home owned tailor shop that Alyssa visited quite often. The older couple that ran the shop actually had some nice dresses hung up in the window.

"Okay!" Terry shrugged and swung her hand forward. "Maybe he'll be here?" She asked and Alyssa shook her head as she realized that the twins were having another one of their awkward 'you have to know what we're talking about to participate' talks.

"I wish, that would be so romantic!" Merry agreed and Terry pointed out a cute blue dress that would look perfect on either of the twins. Merry just happened to pick out the exact same dress in yellow.

"You two are little monsters." Alyssa sighed as she placed four gold coins on the counter and the old lady nodded to her to take the packages that contained the dresses.

"Nothing for you?" The woman asked and Alyssa shook her head. She didn't plan on attending the ball at all. She had recently heard that the guards had started noticing the brands on the assassin's wrists, and she wasn't stupid enough to chance it.

"Come on Alyssa, you have to get a really pretty dress." Terry insisted and Alyssa shrugged as Merry dragged her over to a very frilly dress.

"Not right now you guys, if I need one than I'll get it when the merchants come to town in about a week." Alyssa sighed and the girls seemed to accept that. It didn't occur to her that there would be an occasion worth a large beautiful dress, because she was above going to the Prince's ball.

The inn was strangely quiet when Alyssa and the twins got back a few hours later, laden with various bags and accessories. Terry and Merry couldn't wait an entire fortnight before they wore the dresses again; it was like money burning a hole in their pockets. They were two of the most impatient children Alyssa had ever come across, which is what reminded her of herself and Laura. Even before their parent's death, they had been a handful.

"Papa!" Terry shouted rather loudly and raced toward the bar room where Zackary normally worked around the clock. Alyssa had been a gift from above for Zackary when his wife had died and the girls had been his entire life, now she held a major place in their life as a big sister.

Merry followed her sister with a loud whoop and Alyssa shook her hazel head as she followed closely behind the two girls. She giggled as she stepped into the bar room and suddenly her face fell as she saw the scene before her eyes. Zackary was tied up behind the counter and several customers had been drugged into silence. Two large brigands held the girls three feet off of the ground. Terry was unconscious in the thugs arms and Merry was kicking her feet about wildly.

"Subdue her!" The leader shouted as he pointed as Alyssa. Alyssa caught a glimpse of a man in a mask and scowled. This old biddy was the man that had ruined both her sister's and her lives with the awful brands on their hands. Laura had been branded on her left hand, while Alyssa had borne the brand on her right hand. Neither would forget the traumatic experience they had endured after their parent's deaths.

"Subdue this!" Alyssa shouted and withdrew two miniature knives from underneath her dress. She threw the knife in her left hand and nailed the man holding Merry right in the forehead. She then turned and faced the man that had shouted the order.

"Laura Banks, it has been a while since I've seen that little trick." The man said coolly with a wide grin on his face. Alyssa frowned and shrugged as she flipped the knife upside down to hold it by the blade, careful and practiced enough not to cut herself. "Where have you been?" He asked venomously and Alyssa rolled her eyes.

"I would have thought that obvious you snake!" Alyssa growled, not denying the fact that she was indeed her dead twin. She still preserved some of her old traits, and she had spent almost a year diligently learning everything that Laura had tried to teach her.

"Why the sudden rancid attitude Laura? Not happy with your new life?" The man asked and Alyssa frowned. How had this man been connected with Laura after the branding anyway? He certainly wasn't anyone important that she could recall. His dark brown eyes were somewhat familiar, but other than that she had no clue as to who he could have been to her sister.

Laura had always gone getting herself into trouble and bringing back people and things that would just draw attention to them, more frequently so after she returned to Alyssa after leaving for a few years.

"You're the reason; I don't want anything to do with you!" Alyssa snapped and the man began to chuckle.

"You mean to say that you don't retain the medallion?" The man asked with a laugh and Alyssa frowned again, acutely aware of the medallion that hung around her neck. She had never asked where Laura had gotten it; she'd just accepted that she must have stolen it. It was the only thing she still had of Laura, and she wasn't about to give it up. She'd had to sneak into the palace to retrieve it in the first place.

"So what if I do?" She snarled and the man laughed again.

"Let's go boys!" He shouted and turned to walk through the open door frame. Alyssa watched in amazement as several brigands came out of hiding and headed for the door, all wielding knives and cutlasses. The large man holding Terry roughly dropped her and stepped around his large friend on the ground. Alyssa didn't relax until all of them had waltzed out of the door, and even then she still seemed tense.

"Alyssa!" Terry screamed and ran over to the stiff eighteen year old in the middle of the room, hugging her leg and refusing to let go. Merry was petrified as she looked down at the dead man at least three times her size. He was definitely bigger than Alyssa.

"Merry, untie your father." Alyssa demanded and Merry nodded as she finally looked away from the dead man. "I'm going to drag him outside, you gonna help?" Alyssa asked Terry as the frightened girl started to follow her. Terry shook her head quickly and finally let go of Alyssa's leg. True to her word, Alyssa grabbed the man's shirt and began to haul him out the door.

When she reentered the tavern area of the inn, various customers were amidst waking up and the girls were both hugging their father. Zackary was watching Alyssa with keen interest and Alyssa was evading his gaze as well as she possibly could. Neither of the girls would leave their father's side except to gawk at Alyssa.

"What was all of that Alyssa?" Zackary demanded sheltering Merry behind one of his large protective hands. Alyssa just shrugged and glanced at the wooden floorboards. It didn't matter much anymore to the eighteen year old girl, but she was staring at the exact place the man had fallen. She didn't feel like toppling over, it didn't bug her in the least that she had killed that man.

"That was a part of my life that I thought I'd left behind." Alyssa admitted, not easing any of Zackary's suspicions. He knew that she'd been a thief, he'd seen the brand on her right hand, and she'd openly told him what the T meant, but for some reason, he hadn't thought her past would haunt her as it apparently had. If she had done something horrible enough to get the attention of someone as hideous as that man, she was obviously not the person he'd thought she was. She was painfully discreet when it came to her old life, but it appeared as if she was now facing her old demons.

"I can't condone what just went on here Alyssa, now I doubt what to call you." Zackary sighed and Alyssa bit her bottom lip as she waited for him to toss her out and tell her never to come back. "But I can't forget that you were perceptibly trying to help us, I hope nothing like that happens again, for your sake."

Alyssa sighed in relief and crouched down to the girl's level, beckoning them to her like puppy dogs. Terry came less reluctantly than Merry, but they were both at Alyssa's side within a moment. "Are you two going to show your dad those new dresses?" She asked quietly so that Zackary couldn't hear her. Immediately the girls expressions lightened up and they rushed to pick up their bags. Children were always easy to preoccupie.

"Even after that scene, you still manage to make them two of the happiest girls on this planet." Zackary chuckled and shook his head. It was foolish the way someone as dangerous as Alyssa could possibly live a full life in his little inn, the girl was a liability, and she could snap anytime. "Did you get yourself a dress?" Zackary asked and Alyssa sighed as she shook her head. "I told you
 
"Can we pick out your dress Alyssa?" Merry asked cautiously, still a little frightened of the deadly accuracy of Alyssa's knife. She blushed as her frilly dress twirled around her legs that were as thin as sticks.

"And come out looking like a rag doll with lacy frills all over? No thank you!" Alyssa retorted just as happily.

"What if we get your approval first?" Terry asked as she dashed over and hugged Alyssa's leg that was covered by the black leggings.

"Why not, you guys don't have that bad of taste, with a little help." Alyssa admitted and both the girls yelped and ran to their room to start planning what to look for. Zackary just shook his head and tossed a pouch of coins at her.

"I'm still paying for that dress of yours." He laughed stiffly.
 
Alyssa sighed as she sat up in her comfortable bed and scowled as she noticed the persistent pounding on her door. Nobody but Merry and Terry would pound that loud this early in the morning. Remembering that she'd promised them something, but not quite remembering what it was, she wiped a hand across her eyes and looked feverishly at the clock on the wall. It was only four in the morning, which explained why the sun wasn't quite up and shining yet.

"What?" Alyssa asked patiently, swinging her door open to reveal the two girls grinning at her like little devils.

"You said we could help pick out your dress when the merchants came to town." Merry said shyly. She'd been acting strangely ever since that night at the inn. She was most definitely not the twin that caused the most trouble anymore as she shuffled her feet and her little pink dress fluttered.

"And the merchants came last night." Terry finished for her sister staring at Alyssa with awe.

"It's four in the morning." Alyssa protested and moved to close the door in the girl's faces. "Go back to bed."

"But you promised!" Terry squealed in disappointment stomping her little feet outside of the closed door.

"I didn't promise to wake up at this unholy hour." Alyssa growled and snapped the lock into its latch. Those girls were going to be the death of her if they kept insisting on waking her up at four in the morning. The merchants wouldn't even be up yet, so it wasn't Alyssa's own weariness that made her protest to being woken up so early.

"Alyssa!" Alyssa groaned as she heard the unnatural cry on the other side of the door. They would never give up. Slowly she unlatched the door again and faced two of the most determined girls in the country. "You're not going looking like that are you?" Terry asked and Alyssa sighed.

"Get down and eat breakfast, I'll join ya when I'm dressed." Alyssa groaned and Terry squealed, hugging her leg. "Go on now, git!" Alyssa snapped and the girls took off down the hall. "How do they do it?" She asked simply marveling in the way that they had so much energy even after only three hours of sleep. She knew for a fact that Zackary hadn't gotten much sleep because of his little monsters.

Changing into some clothes, Alyssa kept to her word and headed down to get some breakfast. The sizzle of bacon and eggs hit her as she walked down the stairs and the girls ran up to her, pulling both of her arms to lead her to a table in the corner. She looked like she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep, but the girls had made sure that she had gotten at least three hours of restful sleep before waking her up with the banging.

"Did they wake you up too?" Zackary asked as he put a hand to his forehead and Alyssa nodded without saying a word. "Those girls need a lesson in sleep." He grumbled and Alyssa laughed.

"What you gonna teach them, how to stay asleep for more than three hours?" Alyssa chuckled and Zackary chuckled right back.

"Just eat your food and get those rascals out of here." Zackary laughed one last time before placing a plateful of eggs and bacon in front of her. Alyssa grunted her thanks for the food and dug in with a fork, taking precious sips of cider and ale from the mug. She didn't appear well rested, but she felt as if she'd slept all night and then some. It didn't take long for her to recover good spirits once she'd downed a little liquor.

The girls were ecstatic to leave for the markets as early as they had set out, both complaining about the warm cloaks Alyssa had forced them into. They looked like little scarecrows and they knew it just from looking at each other.

"Alyssa, this cloak is itchy," Merry complained as she tried to slip out of it and was instantly caught by Alyssa who tightened the fastenings around her neck.

"What sort of person would I be if I let you two run wild with nothing but yer knickers? You'd both catch cold and wouldn't be able to attend the ball, who then would be asked to stay at the inn and watch you? None other than me, and I don't much like the perspective that I should be alone with you two when there's a grand ball going on." Alyssa snapped and both of them stood where they were as if in a frozen trance. Neither of them opened their mouths to complain about the cloaks once more.

Alyssa grinned at her unusual threat of them getting sick and giggled as she noticed that it was working splendidly. As Alyssa had forewarned none of the merchants stalls were up and running, which brought tears to Merry's light blue eyes. "I told you so!" Alyssa laughed and Terry frowned. It was at least two more hours before eight, maybe longer, and that was the opening time posted on most of the stalls.

"That's not fair!" Merry squealed and Alyssa clamped a hand over the small girl's mouth to muffle the otherwise loud and shrilling screech. With that kind of an attitude, she would wake most of the merchants and put them in a repugnant disposition.

"Either one of you says another word, and I'll cart you back to the inn without even thinking to invite you out again." Alyssa snapped bringing silence to Merry's shrill screams. She didn't look like she was panicking, but these days it wouldn't take much to make Merry upset. Alyssa's hazel eyes softened as she noticed the frightened obliging look in Merry's eyes and released her mouth, taking up her hand. The look in Merry's eyes reminded her so much of Laura. There was nothing she wouldn't have done for her twin, but Laura didn't want Alyssa's help.

Laura had always tried to be her own person, but she hadn't realized that she was pushing Alyssa further and further away with every new attempt at triumph. Alyssa had been Laura's protector for so long; she didn't know what else to do. Her sister's death had haunted her for six years, and nothing would make it better, not even seeing the exact same little girl she had protected for so long inside of Merry.

"Lyssa, you're scaring me." Terry sniffed and suddenly Alyssa broke her eye contact with the little girl. Alyssa chuckled and patted the top of Terry's blond curly hair. All sorts of things would scare Terry, but she would get used to them eventually.

Merry shivered as if she'd seen Terry threw Alyssa's eyes just as Alyssa had seen her younger twin in the girl's blue eyes. "Why are we out here so early?" Merry asked warily and Alyssa laughed as she pulled them both into a bone crushing hug.

"It's almost eight." Alyssa promised and glanced up into the sky, noticing that the sun was nearing the eight o' clock position in the sky. Like clockwork, various merchants began opening up shop and called out to the girls whose smiles widened as they saw glittering trinkets from far off. Terry took off at a run down the street and Merry called after her, Alyssa glancing up too late to notice that the girl had disappeared from sight.
 
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