Nico - Seven

Nico could hear Will's cries from his room.

He swallowed the lump in this throat. Trying to suppress the memories he had when his sister had died.

He tried to not think about the women in silver jackets. How they all had a glittering, crescent moon mask covering their eyes like tacky shades.

And worst of all, be tried to forget how his mother had helped them. Then lied to the police about her death.

Framing him.

And then, within a few days, having taken his father and returning to Italy.

Just like he never existed.

Too bad it didn't work that way.

6 year old Nico cried out as he was pushed to the ground. "Bianca!" He whined, a small amount of tears filling his small eyes as he looked behind him.

"That wasn't nice!" He told her, but then saw the scene in back of him. . .

His bleeding knee problem instantly went away, looking at the group of 7 girls.

They were all different heights, all different ages, but they all had a few things in common.

They were all wearing the same silver jackets, wrapping around their bodies in a tight fashion. Going directly over their black-as-night turtle necks.

The girl gang's all wore black jeans, and silver combat boots. The boots well worn and dirty beyond compare. You could hardly tell they were silver by eyesight alone.

Final similarity, they were all armed with some kind of weapon.

Guns, bows, daggers, a crowbar, even some whips.

And they were all aimed at either himself, or his sister.

"Stop it!" Nico whined in fear, his wide eyes looking over at his sister. Her equally large eyes welling up with tears.

"She's a hunter. She swore off men." An auburn haired girl stated, she looked the eldest of all of them.

Her eyes sparkled with danger, and there was a small, silver tiara in her hair.

"Nico, I-its okay!" She stammered, a dagger now pointed at her side.

"Bia!"

"Stop it!" Nico demanded again, shouting as a brunette put Bianca in a tight headlock. Capturing her body in a strange knot of limbs.

"Touch her, help her, or hurt me— and we'll kill her." She growled at the boy, her (maybe) assistant pointing a gun at Bianca's head.

Nico whimpered (and so did Bianca) as they slowly glanced at the gun.

Nico then looked at another girl, who also carried a gun.

Swallowing harshly, he nodded. "Okay." He told them. Right before striking. . .

As quickly as he could Nico latched onto the girls leg. Clenching down in her knee cap with his teeth.

The girl cried out in pain. Dropping the gun.

The gun landed in Nico's hand and he turned. It was light. Loaded. And he felt comfortable with the weapon.

"I'll shoot." He threatened, aiming it at the person who had Bianca in a twist of limbs.

They paled slightly, but then smiled.

The next part all went in slow motion.

All Nico could remember, was a cry from Bianca as a knife was lodged into her. Then her body laying still on the ground.

Limp and barely moving.

Then, Bianca's body was shot.

1, 2, 3, 4, maybe even 5 times. Each gunshot echoing in Nico's ears as he screamed.

Each bullet causing a hole in her smooth flesh. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head. And her chest not moving as she lay there.

Dead.

"No!" Nico screamed at the group of girls. The gun still held tightly in his grip.

"Whoops." A girl snickered.

The group leaving Nico with his sisters corpse.

He made no protest. Cradling her body until the police found him.

The look in his mother's face was the last thing he saw before he was tackled to the ground. Passing out almost instantly.

A single tear fell down Nico's cheek.

He would never forget that night. The first night he had held a gun. And the last time he had yet to use it to kill. He didn't even shoot it for Christ sake!

But, even now, Nico was in search of the group. He wanted them dead. And he wasn't going to leave anyone alone who was in his way.

Some people call this evil. . . Nico called it hunting.

Yeah.

Hunting for the group of female Hunters who murdered his sister. Made perfect sense!

"Never again." Nico repeated to himself, sniffling as he rubbed the tear away with the back of his hand.

"Never again." He promised.

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