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Klous Vodek had been raised from birth to take the lives of others. That was his life, the training had been taxing and took a toll on one’s mental and physical well being to say the least. It was during his youth that he met Steffen. Both closed off, both took their training to the next level and both wanted to be the best. Steffen helped Klous not only during training, but he helped him when Klous’s twin brother Damien and older brother Marcus picked on him. He was smaller than them and so that made him the weakest link in the chain by default. There was one night in Germany, on a bridge, midnight on a cold winters night that Klous spoke to Steffen softly, “ I don’t want to live this kind of life anymore.” The phrase was so basic, yet carried a lot of weight with it. Steffen looked over, his breath visible in the air, his heavy coat adjusted as he asked, “Don’t wanna do what? The mission tomorrow? If that’s what bothering you then-“ he was cut off by another voice coming from the end of the bridge to his left “He wants to leave the assassins.” They both looked over to see Damien strolling over to them. Steffen looked back at Klous with shock and Klous spoke softly avoiding his gaze, “I never asked for this life & I want to live my own life. Not a life where I take orders from others who want me to take the lives of others.” Steffen was silent, he understood where Klous was coming from because he wanted the same thing. He just never said anything because saying something could result in the loss of your own life. That night was the night that Damien had Surprisingly supported Klous, knowing the danger he would be in for aiding Klous in leaving, Steffen was to leave with Klous as well, but didn’t feel well so would meet with them at 6:00AM sharp. Klous and Damien were in a car being drove by their Chauffeur when they were hit, and their car was sent flying, and that night would be the night that Klous’s life changed forever.

2 WEEKS LATER

It was pouring as if the Heavens were crying, Klous couldn’t blame them. The funeral was a private one, words were said and everyone left. Marcus looked at his brothers grave for a bit before looking at His other brother, Klous and then left without a word. Steffen stood a couple feet away, Staring at the grave silently, the accident hadn’t been an accident at all, it was a rivalry thing. They had been the target. Steffen was suppose to have stayed with Klous at all times, that was his order given to him, to stay with Klous at all times, Damien’s bodyguard/Partner had left his side too and as a result was punished as well. Steffen put a hand over his missing eye with a patch over it, a small price to pay. He felt the price didn’t fit the crime, he deserved worse, he felt. Klous was silent, he had suffered cuts and bruises, but his biggest loss physically was his hearing. He adjusted the cottenswabs in his ears, put there to stop the bleeding. He could take them out in a few days, but his hearing would never come back, he wouldn’t show his face, a tear fell down his cheek, but couldn’t be noticed thanks to the rain. He set the single white rose on his brothers grave and put a hand on the tombstone and said something softly that couldn’t be heard over the now pouring rain. After that, not long after, Klous and Steffen both fled Russia and both had a goal. Revenge.

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