*This is a past thread*

Isaiah life had made him twisted, far darker than an angel child should be. Though Isaiah had come to believe he was just born with this dark spot smeared across his soul. Being tossed away like he was garbage not wanted by his mother. Bouncing throughout the system being teased for being different until finally he was tossed into a family that locked him away in the darkness beating him  every day so bad that his body was covered with the scars that showed his past. While locked away in the darkness he held onto the small shred of hope which was a photo of his father. He hoped maybe his father would want him, he just want someone to want him and love him. The longer the time went the less and less hope he had and as he was let out on his birthday that last shred of hope was burned from his life and red was all the nephilim could see. Murdering everyone in that home he wondered the world nomadic until the League of assassin gave him a new purpose in life.

Training was something most would never understand. Only a fraction of those chosen for the league made it through. Being tortured for hours on end again, going through weapons training, combat training, it was things that were just as bad as what he had been through but this time it was his choice. After he made it through his training he was placed on assignment with Clarissa another Nephilim who was apart of the League. Something about the dark haired woman with the chocolate brown eyes made him feel safe. It wasn’t something he was use to feeling around people. He was quiet around her as they were partnered together, answering whatever she asked with nods or grunts he was sure she thought he was stupid with some of the looks she caught him giving him. Though all he was trying to do was understand the feelings that were conflicting him.

They were placed in a bonk together, Something Isaiah wasn’t use to, When all the lights went off at night Isaiah had to take slow deep breaths counting out softly, hoping sleep would take him over. He knew he was safe, well safer than where he use to be and yet the darkness was still a problem with him. He hoped with time and his new focus he could overcome the challenge though he wouldn’t let his new partner know his issue. It was his issue to bare. Sleep would take over him, but morning time came quickly before the two were to set out on their first mission. Clarissa had withheld the details of the mission from him, he wasn’t even sure when she had received them. As they slide out standing on the edge of the mountain hideout he looked to the sun as it beamed down and finally spoke his first sentence to her “Where are we headed, Little Bird?” He rocked his head to let his dark chocolate orbs hold on to hers.

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“You’ll be partnered up with Isaiah, for this mission, Clarissa” Just that mere sentenced caused a riot within her - of all the members of the League that they could assign to this particular mission, they had to partner her up with him; the local psycho. In fact, Rissa was exceptionally close to comparing this to the living hell that she had to endure for the whole of her 28 years of living. She couldn’t picture this mission going well, despite somewhat understanding the rationale as to why they picked the two Angel Children - both of them were regarded the best in their field, missions were always completed quickly and swiftly with very little attention from the targeted family. However, as she stood there in the office, with arms crossed, she simply tried to picture the two working together, would there be personality clashes? They both enjoyed working alone simply because it was easier than worrying about someone else and their actions. Rissa parted her lips to protest the decision until a pair of fingers pressed her lips into a fine line in a hushing tone. “Your boss has been taken captive, you and Isaiah are the best to do the job” The man informed her, his fingers continued to press against her lips which consequently caused her brows to furrow. “With this common goal to get him back, you two not so angel children will work well together.” Rissa would have liked a more reassuring tone more than a demanding one; she wondered what would have happened if she continued to refuse them - probably a lot worse than she could ever imagine. She nodded at the final order to not let Isaiah know what the mission was until they were in Argentina.

The first night drew in, and she could hear his rapid yet soothing breaths as if he was trying to calm himself down but she knew better than to question it; even if she did, she expected silence just like every other question, or line she gave him. Eventually, the sun came up and she found herself standing on the cliff edge of the mountain that they had resided in for safety, his footsteps silent as he came to stand to her side. Upon hearing his voice, her eyes couldn’t help but widen, let alone at the very soft sound of a pet name that he had given her; Clarissa attempted to hide her shock, but knew a well trained assassin would see right through her facade, therefore, she simply cleared her throat and turned to face him. “I suppose now is a good time to tell you, after all I can tell you don’t like being left in the dark” Rissa tilted her head in the direction of the cave entrance, her tone laced with amusement before returning her gaze to the small town which resided near the bottom of the mountain. “The League have entrusted us with retrieving our boss of all bosses from The League of Assassins from Argentina” She retorted before continuing. “LoA Argentina are going after all other bosses of LoA in attempt to becoming the one and only League out there” Clarissa laughed, but knew the mission before them would not be easy and would probably have a few consequences. “Our League, believe we are the best fit for this.”

Clarissa waited for his reaction, if he had one; she knew he was very much like her - he either showed everything or absolutely nothing. “One thing, we have no idea where they are holding him, so there will be a lot of small talk with locals and the like” She mused, before turning her back to the edge of the cliff face. “You ready, Partner?” Clarissa grinned cheekily before extending her arms outward, only to fall backwards, allowing her wings to arise from their scars so that she could fly to the very bottom of the mountain, hoping that he would join her. The moment her feet made contact with the ground which shuddered at her landing, she glanced upwards to see the faint figure falling. Clarissa couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but so far so good and she, despite would never wanting to admit it, was enjoying his weird company; maybe he wasn’t as bad as many were lead to believe.

Something about calling her Little Bird caused a reaction she chose not to show fully but he could see the shock there. Maybe she was just shocked by him in general, around the LoA he was known as the overly quiet type, he had gone weeks without talking to anyone. When they went through the training and torture part all he did was grunt out not saying a word or crying like others who had been accepted in. He was use to torture at this point in his life, his body showed the scars that were there that held his history of torture. Many had asked him and all he had done was stare at them with cold dead eyes before moving on. Clarissa gave him a wave a clam he was not use to but it was clear the night before him when they shared the room to sleep she had heard him work on calming himself in the dark. Her phrasing of stating he didn’t like to be left in the dark was enough to prove that to him. So he chose to look off the side of the mount after she said that with a slight sigh.

His head snapped back to her though when she spoke of their boss being taken. He leaned his head to the side looking at her “How in the fucking hell does the most tactical of us get kidnapped?” it was something that he couldn’t wrap his brain around how the person that trained them had manage to be so stupid in getting caught. He then looked back to her as he focused on what she was saying offering a soft chuckle “Our League thinks we are the best fit? The two people who hate working with anyone ever? Yeah makes sense.” he shook his head before looking over the cliff. “Guess we will figure it out or you know one of us will die and the other will finish the mission just fine.” he gave her a slight smirk at the statement.

Isaiah gave a small groan at the thought of the small talk to figure out where their boss had been held captive. Letting his dark brown optics roll up to look to the sky for a long moment “there better be booze that is all I got to say about all the small talk.” He said with a huff turning to the edge of the cliff, he couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips as she called him Partner “Yeah we are going to have to think up better names then Partner. But ready when you are Little Bird.” he said as he watched her turned around and fall. Smirking as he did the same falling letting his wings rip from their scars in seconds before he would have met his death standing up after landing and gave her a nod. “To Argentina then, lead the way.” He said stepping in line behind her, peaking over his shoulder for a short moment to make sure they were not being followed by anyone.

“You know I still am finding it hard to believe that our boss was taken so easily.” he said lowly only so she could hear as they moved together. “Are we sure this wasn’t an inside job?” he asked moving his eyes back to look a head of them for a moment. In their field it was healthy to have paranoia, it kept them alive, or at least it tended to keep him alive.

Her tongue clicked against the back of her teeth as she waited, and watched the other Nephilim drop through the air - smirking as she watched his wings arise from is back; of course, over the years they got used to the pain but it still tickled her that he would have made some form of wincing sound as they erupted from his shoulder blades. Eventually, she dragged her gaze from him to her surrounding area; she very much doubted there would be anyone here at this time in the morning - unless there were hikers who wanted to see the sun rise from where the two of them had just dropped. Nevertheless, she didn’t hear anything until Isaiah’s feet came crashing down upon the already disturbed ground. Clarissa grinned at him, and nodded her head once in one direction for them to begin their trek into the nearest small town in which they could find transport to take them to the city; it had surprised her how she was suddenly in charge of the two of them - but from what she had learnt, that would change throughout their mission. She was only taking that role for moment as he knew very little of the mission but soon enough, his cocky and egocentric persoanlity would soon very much shine through and she would be left muttering constantly under her breath that his impulsive ways would see them to their deaths.

Isaiah’s previous comments about what their mission was ran within her mind and she had waited until they were on lower ground to begin to answer some of his questions. “The most tactical can get arrogant and believe they are a God” She simply stated. “He got confident which made him weak and therefore, an easy target” Her muscular shoulders rolled as she stuffed her hands into her jacket pocket. “All he had to do was get drunk, make one simple mistake and he was easy pickings” And if she were to be completely honest, it didn’t really bother her that their big boss was kidnapped, she found him to be quite the arse and believed the League would be better without him; that was if they survived whatever this rival league was up to. “Maybe that is their plan” She smirked crookedly at him as she glanced at him from the corner of her eye. “Knowing one of us will get killed, it will leave them with the better one, the survivor. Maybe this all a ploy to find out who is top dog for even more of their sick games” Clarissa teased; she found that her lack of care in the league was growing and she was desperately trying to find her own escape route - after all, she had a family she needed to track down.

“There will definitely be alcohol on this journey. Lord knows I’ll need it spending time with you” Clarissa grinned before winking at the other assassin as they wandered through the woodlands; she had no idea how close they were to any town but hoped they’d be able to find a car to steal on the way - she knew the journey would be long whatever the cost. Rissa heard his skeptism about this being an inside job, and she was glad she was not the only one to consider that; it would make sense that an insider set up their own league - maybe they didn’t get enough power in theirs so started their own to take everyone down. “It crossed my mind too, it’s more plausible if you ask me. Or matey boy has a brother or sister that they pissed off back in the day” She chuckled.

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