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Chapter two:

We lived in sort of a school. We lived here and were fed and such, and we received training. We learned to survive in a world that hated us, and in return the soldiers here got special training against us. Coming to this school though gave us immunity from the government, so we didn't need to worry about being hunted by the soldiers we helped train. It was a good life I suppose. Fox, the one who ran this place, a furry himself, took very good care of us. But the human general, mister Lich, despised us. Where Fox saw a way to help us survive, Lich saw a way to prepare for the war he thought was coming. It was possible for there to be I war I guess, but since almost all of us were brought here at one point, that was very unlikely. The soldiers themselves had mixed opinions of us. Some of them really liked us and became friends, others thought we were freaks. That was to be expected though I suppose. The same could be said for the furrys here. A few of them wont even speak to humans, though it's mostly out of fear. A lot of us have had hard lives. Me and Misty were born this way, both our parents were furrys. We were the first ever born of our kind. After our parents were killed, Fox had us brought here. We were seven then, and we're sixteen now. So we're not the oldest here but we are the two that have been here the longest. A few of the others were born this way as well, though most of them were made this way. Ether by Simon, or John. It was mostly John though, since he was the one who stole the serum from Simon and started forcing it on people. But that's a whole other story.

Me and Misty got to our room and I changed, pulling on me and Misty's signature outfit of a black belly-shirt with contrast designs and just panties. We could get away with this due to us being partly furred, but most everyone thought it was indecent. Not that we cared.

Our room was a corner room, with a window on two of the walls. The view was actually kind of nice, mountains and forest mostly. We liked this spot, it was much better than the bloody desert we were in before. We both shared a bed and dresser, and there wasn't much else in the room. A desk with a computer was against a wall, a few books were laying around, and a laptop lay on the edge of the bed. We had gotten fed up with the white walls and painted them blue with silver pawprints, much to the despair of the managers. But once again, we didn't care and it made staying here much more livable.

I laid out on the bed and closed my eyes, trying to rest my footpaw.

"Anything interesting happen while I was training?" I asked.

"I was watching you the whole time, so why would I know?" She replied.

"You watched? How'd I do?"

"You missed, and sort of screwed everything up." Misty giggled.

"Meh.. Even if I didn't miss, they were still kidguarding the flag. Nothing really would have changed."

"I know, but you still missed."

I knew Misty wouldn't let me live that down now, it was always like that. One of us would mess up at something we're very good at, then it would be brought up every chance until the other made a mistake, and the tables turned. It was one of the unspoken games we played with each other. We were rather well known for our games, they ranged from just between us to with a few friends to anyone we met. Our most well known game was the one everyone hated us for. No one ever wanted to play, but that didn't matter. The goal was simply to make people blush. It had started with just me and Misty. Misty pinned me once and stole a kiss, making me blush. As soon as she smiled down at me and said "I win" the game was made. Eventually it became no fun to just play with Misty, we got too good at it. So we started playing with friends we were close to, and a few of them started playing it with their friends and so on. So it was sort of a horrible game we started and that everyone plays now. It was one of the marks we left on this place. And it was for the better, honestly. So long as no one tried it on Litch.

I yawned and laid my head back, glancing over at Misty. "It's late, care to come to bed with me?" I smiled.

"Not now, I've got a few things I need to do." She replied, returning the smile.

"I don't suppose eating is one of those things?"

"Nope."

I sighed and closed my eyes. Misty almost never ate, and it showed, even though it didn't really affect her. It was one of the affects watching our parents get killed had caused. If you hadn't noticed already, we're not normal. And we're actually considered almost freaks, even within the other furrys. The fact that we hugged, kissed, and so on bothered most people. They thought it sickening since we were both female and twin sisters. But they didn't understand. They never would. We were all the other had. I care about Misty above all else, and I show that affection how a lover might show affection to their mate. That's basically what we were. I don't see why there is a problem with that.

It's not like it really affected anything. There were those who didn't talk to us or avoided us, the few religious nuts who were here and so on. But we were known to everyone and are actually rather well loved. We're the closest thing here to celebrities, I guess. The first of our kind to be born naturally, the incestuous lesbian sisters, and the sneaky bastard top of the line assassins. Well, I am the assassin. When I need to be. Misty could never take another life. She is a trained in non lethal combat, and better at stealth than I am as well as being a healer. Though I'm faster and stronger, and know how to kill. The fighter and the sneak, the angle and the shadow. The ironic part being that I'm the one in white.

So yeah, that's us. I'm so humble, aren't I. But honestly, that's sort of how things are with us. No one can give us shit because we can back it up. I have a dirty mind and can think of horrible things to do to anyone who tries to hurt us, and Misty has the skill and thought to actually do them. That's a warning, by the way, if you're one of us or know of us.

I stretches then sat up, trying my footpaw to see if I could walk properly on it. Misty looked over at me with a bit of a worried glance. I ignored this and stood up, wincing a bit.

"I know the pain is suppose to make you more careful.. But this is bull. They could tone it down just a bit, so you can walk properly after getting shot."

"You know you could also sleep and recover instead of walking on it and making it worse." Misty replied, sighing.

"Now where's the fun in that? Besides, I'm coming with you."

"You don't even know where I'm going."

"Why would that matter?" I smiled, limping lightly over to her. "So long as you're there I can stand being stuck anywhere."

Misty smiled and pecked my cheek. "I'm just going to turn in that paper that you never wrote, and see if there has been any word from Fox."

"We were suppose to write a paper? Eww. And if you're going to see if there's news of Fox I'm sure as ell coming with you."

"You should get some food while we're over there, you've not eaten today and you've been training."

"That coming from you, you've not eaten all week.." I replied, a little pleadingly.

"Not been hungry." Misty shrugged. "I know you are though, I can see it in your eyes. It's the same look you get when you want sex."

"Maybe I just want sex." I said, purring.

"Ether way you've not eaten today." Misty giggled. "Now come on, keep up please. I'd like to sleep before the sun comes up for once."

"What makes you think I'll let you sleep?" I replied, following Misty out of our room.

"The sleeping meds I'm going to slip into your food." She replied with a smile.

"Well okay then."

I followed Misty to the part of the complex that was sort of a school. We both disliked this place, but Misty at least pretended like she cared from time to time. That's why she wrote the paper, which was actually likely to be a story or a rant, or both. Misty was much more open with how she coped with everything that I was. It was no secret that we were both fairly messed up. We suffered from several mental disorders such as ADHD, dyslexia, depression, and so on. What can you expect though. We had a hard childhood, even before our parents were killed. I managed though to keep it much more hidden. I know Misty did what she could, but she is the weaker of us and most of the time doesn't have the will to keep her emotions hidden from everyone. Where she would go for almost a week at times without eating anything and stuff like that, I coped through training mostly. I kept everything hidden mostly for Misty, she needed me to take care of her and she needed to think that she could come to me with things and that I didn't have my own things to deal with.

We just keep getting better and better, don't we. Judge us, I dare you. Unlike Misty, I have no problem killing... Or at least more than mildly hurting. I was told by Fox that it was a disorder caused by watching our parents die. I've no idea what it's called. And I'm not even sure if it's true. But I'll take it as an answer. Taking a life is easy for me, and holds no regret or sorrow for me. No, that doesn't mean I'd just go and kill everyone. I have emotions, thank you. I can just.. Not care. At least when I fancy it.