[h3]Ciara “Halo” Holland and Jackob “Pentagram” Holland[/h3]

Jackob coughed and continued to try to push Ciara off, pain shooting through his chest. [i]Shit, Ciara! You know I won’t play your games! Just let up![/i] He thought, groaning and eventually stopping his attempts to push her off. He just lay there, glaring up at her and coughing on occasion. He pulled back as far as he could from her, which wasn’t very far considering she was pinning him to the ground. He didn’t fight back this time, knowing she wouldn’t hesitate to kill him and make it look like an accident. His head turned as he finally noticed Haley. He gave her a pleading look. Ciara wasn’t letting up, and he was pretty sure she’d broken at least three of his ribs already.

Ciara pushed her foot down harder when she noticed Haley. She would end this, even if it’s the last thing she did before getting banished from the Syndicate. She was sick of her brother forcing her to [b]pretend[/b] she was alright all the time. She wasn’t. She stumbled backward suddenly as images flashed past her eyes, the icicles vanished as she caught herself and balanced using the wall of the sewer. 

[h3]Zoe “Trix” Wolfe[/h3]

Zoe frowned then disappeared back into her room to prepare. She pawed through her make-shift closet that Miara had made her on her birthday. She paused when she found one of her older outfits- a tight black pair of leggings and a thin black dress. That outfit was from when she was just starting out as a criminal. She shivered, but noticed a strange draft. Normally, the “room” didn’t have a draft…