Amberly Mizuki's Story

Cold, green eyes stared straight forward at the family home only lit by the dim street lights. Amberly casually leaned back against the pole as she slowly observed her surroundings. A small frown appeared upon her before she looked back over the information. She was definitely in the right, though it struck her as odd. The neighborhood seemed well kept and, overall, too high risk for such a mission. But who was she to question such things?

Quickly, she folded the paperwork and placed it back in her back pocket. Her black boots clacked quietly against the concrete as she walked toward her destination. Here goes nothing, she thought to herself as she quietly, but firmly, rapped upon the door she now stood in front of.

As she awaited an answer, she began to reflect back on her present situation. Amberly had found herself unemployed and debt quickly wracking up. With the threat of becoming homeless hanging over her head, she miraculously stumbled upon a job that even she thought to be odd. But in her current situation, she saw no other option and was quickly employed. Her job was simple. All she had to do was capture a few kids for her employers. Was it an ideal job? Not entirely. But it did pay her bills and for that, she was most grateful. However, her current mission was most bizarre. Though she was not given much detail, she knew the target's name was Skye Pierce and that her parents had willingly handed her over. But she saw no reason to question or argue it, for it only made job easier.

A few moments later, the door eased open as a woman peeked out, her eyes took in the girl before them. Besides her warn and withered figure, her gaze was cold and suspicious as she stood in the gap between the door and the frame. "Are you..Kimberly..?" She mused for a moment on the females name before shaking her head, knocking a few dark strands of hair loose from the serve bun she had as she opened the door, letting the woman in. The tiny female turned, her arms wrapped around her as she walked deeper inside the house with hopes that the girl would take hints to follow her.

"She's asleep right now." She said simply, turning to face the woman behind her as she leaned against the wall frame of an open door leading into a room, upon first glance you could see it was a teens room but it was very small with a few posters and such here and there. Not to far into the room, a man sat nearby the bed where her subjects laid unconscious, her body laid flat and withered, aged at such a young age. "She's been asleep for awhile. The brat keeps getting worse." She muttered with a scowl ruining her pretty face, only glancing in the room as the male gave a slight glance back at the two before sighing as he stood, turning to face them.

He looked as worn out as his wife did, silvering streaking his dark locks as he addressed them in a gruff voice, mainly Amberly. "You can call me Mr. Pierce. You're the one being sent to pick up my daughter right? I hope so, we can't take care of her much longer. She just refuses to get better it seems.." He said, his voice heavy with disappointment as he approached them, lifting an arm to wrap around his wife as he glanced at the woman. "Kimberly is it? You can go ahead and take her now. I'd rather she'd die making herself useful then just withering away like nothing." His wife winced at his side while Mr. Pierce stayed tall and still. The two were well aware of what went on, it wasn't called Hell Hall for no reason. There was a moment of silence before it was broken by Skye's wheezing coughs and breaths as she began to stir herself away. The two turned and began to walk away before Mr. Pierce called back, not even stopping to address her properly.

"Whenever you're ready. She's yours. We don't want her."

Having brushed off their calling her by the wrong name, Amberly quickly set to work. She found mission easy enough due to the girl being so ill and quickly reported back to headquarters to drop Skye off and to find out her next target.