Though she did not know yet what she will become, there was one who could see.

Hesus sulked across the yard as he approached his brother, Mian, who laid upon the green grass in the courtyard of their mansion.

“Do you ever do anything besides lay around, you do know we have jobs, right?” Hesus said through clenched teeth at the sight of his brother throwing pebbles at the birds.

“Oh, I am well aware of what is expected of us, I just choose not to support those expectations,” Mian replied with a

grin at his brother.

Hesus stopped in his tracks and focused on his older brother. His dark blue hair was out of its usual ponytail and laid around him.

Someone else would have mistaken him for an angel, but he knew better, Mian was as much as an angel as a panther was a chihuahua. His eyes shined a breathtaking blue and his skin was on the verge of being tan. As for Hesus, he knew his pale skin was a stark contrast to his brother’s sun-kissed look. Their hair was the only thing they shared in common, though his hair was more black than blue, rested upon his shoulders and dangled in front of his dark grey eyes.

He never cared much about his appearance. Who would look at him anyway? They were always out killing. Literally. Like with death and all. Assassin is the title that had been given to them by those who hired them. He preferred to think of it as a job with no title, because was he really someone when he took someone else’s life?

All he and his brother had known was death, though they could not really help it, they were immortal after all. Alive, yet dead inside was Mian’s motto. All they could remember was one another. Hesus thought back to the overwhelming sensation of power within himself. The one thing he and his brother kept secret from the world. They had no desire for power, only peace.

“Hey, bro you okay?” Mian’s nose pressed against Hesus’s and when Hesus came out of his mind he stumbled

back onto the ground with Mian on top of him.

“Mian, what the hell?!” Hesus clenched his fists ready to sock Mian in the chin. Mian grabbed his hand before he could do any damage though.

“Come on Hessie, do you really want to hurt little o’ me?” he spoke holding back a laugh. Hesus rolled his eyes and tried to pry his brother off of him.

“Come on Hessie, play with me” Mian spoke with his hair dangling around them.

“I highly doubt either of us is actually interested in males” Hesus stared at his brother.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t tease my lil bro,” Mian spoke as he ran his hands up his brothers’ shirt then strategically placed them on his sides. “You know I love you Hessie, no matter what happens” Mian’s lips pulled back into a

grin with a hint of foolishness and he began to tickling Hesus.

“Goddess damn! Mian, what the ****?!” Hesus laughed and choked on the clear mountain air as his brother tortured him mercilessly. His legs had minds of their own as they preceded to try and kick away from Mian’s onslaught of tickles. Hesus exasperatedly shouted, "Mini stop already!". Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime Mian rolled over off of Hesus and held his brother's

hand.

Mian rolled his eyes, "Didn't I specifically tell you not to call me that?". Hesus grinned at his brother, "Oh and didn't I tell you not to call me Hessie, it sound's like a girl's nickname."

“Hesus?” Mian whispered in his ear seriously. Hesus peered over at his brother just as Mian planted a kiss on his brothers’ forehead. “We got one another, right?” Mian said with a straight face.

Hesus looked at his brother, who was so different from himself, and squeezed his hand and smiled. “You got that right, Mini.”

“Okay lover boys, let’s cut this crap and get down to business.” said a booming voice coming from behind Hesus. Hesus and Mian stiffened and looked up. They knew that voice came from none other than Rex, their boss.

Hesus and Mian immediately were on their feet in front of their associate Rex. If Hesus thought Mian was fierce,

Rex was on a whole nether level. And when he said nether, he meant nether as in netherworld. Rex, their boss, and father-figure had been around since both of them could remember. Always there. But despite the father-figure he was, they still knew so little of he actually was. To be honest, his aura and every physical detail scared the crap out of Mian and Hesus. He had hard jet-black eyes that caused such a drastic contrast with his pale skin tone and blonde hair which was longer than Mian’s. He kept it braided and Hesus knew despite its length it did not prevent him from evading attacks or fighting, it was one with his body.

Rex had taken down beast and man alone before Hesus’s own eyes. Yes, definitely, Rex was a strong motherfucker he never wanted to cross. Ever.

“You two have separate assignments this time, Hesus you’ve got a new client, who is choosing to remain anonymous,” Rex said as he tossed them both two folders with their assignment details and continued to explain the situation.

Hesus raised an eyebrow as Rex spoke, “Hesus you will be heading to Texas by car, while Mian takes a plane to Italy.”

Hesus and Mian gave each other a glance.

Rex looked at them both with cold eyes. “Hesus, your targets’ location is given in the folder, as well as how the assassination should be carried out per the clientele request. Mian a full description of the target is available. You are allowed your preferred method of killing. All arrangements have already been handled and you two should be leaving in the next thirty minutes. Any questions?” Rex said, not expecting a response.

Hesus opened his folder and only saw a college class schedule and activity log of the target's actions through the day. His brow furrowed as he pondered the lack of information. Did they not have the time to gather enough or were they withholding information?

He wanted to ask Rex, but knew better than that, Rex had trained them and he would have taken Hesus out right then and there if he had asked such a stupid question. He released a breath he had taken without noticing and looked over at his brother who was smiling into his folder.

Rex cleared his throat which brought Hesus and Mian’s attention to him. “I’ll head back inside now and expect you both to be long gone when I look out the window in ten minutes and be back here in a week. I do not think it should take that long, but let’s just say any free time after you contact me with the completion code counts towards your designated vacation time.” Rex looked at both of the brothers.

Hesus looked over at Main who had a wide grin on his face, while he was sure his face showed a mix of emotions. He just did not understand the lack of information for his job. Just when he was going deeper into thought, he felt Rex grab his hair and Rex’s face appeared in front of his. “Understand you two numbskulls?” Rex uttered with irritation oozing out of each word.

Hesus immediately bowed his head showing he understood and dashed to pack his things as soon as Rex released his mangled locks. He wanted to get out of there before Rex tore into him for wasting precious time.

Hesus closed his folder and cast a glance at his brother who tucked his folder under his arm, grinning

at Rex, and disappeared into thin air. God damn Mian, already expending energy. But who could blame him, if he could teleport, he would of too.

Too bad he didn’t really know what his powers were. Rex had foreboded him from using them on a daily basis ten years ago since the last time he did some weird shit happened. And by weird shit, he meant elements going crazy, portals everywhere, and crazy sensational pain. Some would call it "End of the World" or "Apocalyptic" material. All in all, it didn’t help that all of this happened when he went to sleep so he didn’t even know what was going on until Rex had to restrain him and literally beat him to wake up.

The only thing he had remembered was the piercing headaches after the episodes and the strong desire to search. Yep, search, like a dog, he didn’t even know what or why he needed to search but without a doubt anytime he used his powers too much the urge was unbearable. Over the years, he just ignored his powers, for the most part, just using them for simple tasks. If he hadn’t been immortal, he probably wouldn’t of survive those episodes. He wasn’t old, for an immortal that is, it had been around 300 years since he was born or that’s what Rex told him and Mian. Immortals like us don’t go through puberty until 250 to 300 years so technically in human years he looked barely 25.

Hesus shook his head to clear his thoughts and scoffed at his brother’s reluctance to control himself and ran inside the mansion to the third floor where his room was located. He grabbed his usual bag packed with his gear and then another bag with clothes and other miscellaneous items needed to conceal his identity. Just as he was about to open the door to leave his room, his life energy pressed against his control giving him the feeling of pressure within his chest. “What the hell” he mumbled and dropped to his knees. He expanded his senses for a second to search for the cause of this random increase in power.

It immediately subsided and he closed his eyes and pinched his nose as he felt a headache form. This hadn’t happened in years and the slightest bit of worry settled in his mind. He thought “I’ll have to get Rex to call Dr. Jeremiah when I get back” and he pushed himself up off the floor, grabbed his stuff, and headed for his 2014 Dodge Charger.

After throwing his bags in the back seat he slid into the driver’s seat and started the car. He quickly put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway before he could spot Rex’s demonic form from the window of the mansion.