Aysel slipped into the elevator, smiling as she did so. "Thanks, and yes, I'm Aysel," she said, looking over to him. "And you're Zeke, right?" She asked, feeling the vibration of the shaft humming through her feet. Her mind spun in circles; half of it was on Zeke, she had always found him interesting, and half of it was on scouting. The elevator grew louder, and she could only barely hear Zeke's words.
--Flashback--
The sounds of approaching feet stopped Aysel and her team in their tracks. They could hear murmurs of words; and noises coming from directly in front of them. She turned, her violet eyes full of suspicion. "Shhh," she whispered quietly, and her team nodded, grabbing their weapons.
Glancing back in front her, Aysel saw a figure approaching her. She first saw blue hair, then a lean body equipped with weapons. After the figure grew closer, she saw violet eyes, just like her own. "Stand down!" The figure yelled to his team as he continued to approach. She did a signal with her hands, telling her team to stay where they were.
Aysel approached the figure, knowing just who it was. "Ah, sister," the figure said. Aysel gulped down her fear, making sure her daggers were still perfectly placed in her sleeves for easy throwing. "Mason," Aysel said in monotone, not letting her emotions play through her voice. She felt a bead of sweat trickle down her neck, but she ignored it. Her purple bangs fell slightly in her face, and she tilted her head to get them out. She blinked, and in a second Mason had two guns in his hand pointed straight for her heart. Her eyes widened. "I'll kill you, and your team in a heartbeat Aysel Mae Black," he spoke, no feeling in the voice except for anger and a bit of smugness. "I'm your sister," she replied, her voice quiet and light. It was the first time her team had seen her or heard her hesitate and put any emotion besides ruthlessness into killing an enemy target. "You think I care? I don't care any more than I did when I killed our parents," he said. Her heart clenched and she thought she would vomit. She saw his finger began to tighten on the trigger to shoot, and she raised her arms, flicking her wrists. The daggers once snug next to her arms shot out, launching throw the air and hitting him both in the heart, like darts hitting the bullseye. His jaw dropped open and he began to fall to the ground.
Aysel ran to her brother, ignoring her team telling her not to. She collapsed next to him, pulling him up and putting his head on her chest, next to her heart. "I'm sorry Mason, I'm so sorry bubby," she whispered in his ear, using her childhood nickname for him. Blood began to pour out his mouth, falling onto her shirt. He tried to croak something out but, she shushed him. "Don't," she said, running her hands through his bright blue hair. She held one of his hands with one of hers, and the other slowly stroked his cheek. She felt his last breath, his heart pumping slowly one last time, and his head slumped against her chest.
She didn't know how long she sat there, holding her dead brother's body in her arms. When she finally let go, she laid the body gently on the ground. She looked up to his team; her eyes were cold and empty, her heart the same. She pulled a single red rose out of the leather jacket she was wearing. She placed it on his body; a signature she was known for after kills. She laid a second one as well, for her sake. She stood up, picking up her daggers and placing them in her pocket. She walked back to her team. "Let's move, we're still on a mission," she said to them, walking ahead. "But, Ace, you just killed your-" one of her team members, Nixon, began to say. "I know. I killed my brother, and if you dare mention it again or try to excuse or pity me, I'll kill you next," she cut him off. She turned on her heel, making them all jump back a bit. She crossed her arms behind her back. "We set out on a mission, and we're not abandoning it. What I did doesn't change that." She finished, looking at them with slanted eyes. "Do you at least want a jacket to change into?" Another team member asked, nodding his head towards her bloody shirt. He began to take off his jacket, and another member followed suit. "No. I don't want your jackets, I don't want your pity. I'm still your captain, and I'm ordering you all to drop the subject, and get on track. Now. Let's move." She turned on her heel and began walking, already past her brother's body.
--End Flashback--
Aysel closed her eyes, pushing away the sudden memories that comae flooding in. "I was just planning on scouting, but I don't mind joining you," she said, her voice a bit rough after the emotion the flashback brought. She kept her stare focused ahead, looking hard at the door. The doors opened and light flooded in fast, blinding her. She was glad for it; it gave her a chance to clear her mind and wipe all traces of emotion off her face. She cleared her throat as her eyes adjusted to the light. She turned her stare back to Zeke, putting on a small fake smile for show.
((I'm thinking of making Mason an actual character, but he was brought back to life by the biotists on Team Radiation.))