Her mission was to kill the heir of the Family; to kill the man who had seemingly attempted to murder his own kin, surly no mercy would be given. For generations, Tempest's family worked close with the Head Family serving as their body guard and secret assassin. Training her powers, mock fighting, and mentally preparing to take a life along with the courage to save one was the air the young assassin breathed, the wine she drank, and the bread she ate. Nothing was more important than the Head Family's safety, for they were what ran the secret organization that stretched from the East coast to the West coast, from the Northern most states to the furthest reaches of the Southern states. The power that coursed through their veins was truly something to grovel at. Telepathy, mild manipulation, and the ability to cause pain through the mind was what granted them power and what bestowed them glory and honor. The young assassin felt privileged to protect such a powerful family though throughout her life span of a quarter more than two decades, the glory of her family name rested within the arms of her three older brothers - that is until she received grand orders to assassinate the heir to the Family. Her first mission, the one that meant life or death not just for her but for the Family as well. Weeks passed since the young assassin accepted the proposal without a wavering heart; weeks since the house the Head Family resided in reached for the sky in a violent explosion. However, it had only been two days since Tempest had caught word of a mad man who had been checked into a small town's psych ward after running out in front of oncoming traffic and being mauled by vehicles. Two days since she had vigorously researched, forged an FBI badge as she posed as an agent and collected information. In that time span she had found a single, slim file with a few loose leafed paper explaining the accident and the reason for the patient to be checked into the ward. The information was sparse but the mentality of the patient was blatantly unstable. In neatly typed and crisp letters, the report read that the man was not nearly sane enough for a psychological evaluation, while other concerning yet curious notes were messily scribbled down in the margin of the report. Experience and greatness would never be gained without taking risks. It had been two days since the young assassin betrayed the orders that she had held so much pride in and honored greatly. The logical side of Tempest willed her to forget the strange mishap and attempted to convince her that there wasn't enough information in the file and that none of it was detailed enough to be solid evidence. However, her unruly curiosity and the unsettling feeling that stirred in the pit of her stomach wouldn't let the opportunity slide. She was an assassin, she had been training her whole life to become the best of the best and surpass her brothers in both skill and intuition, and though she lacked experience and expertise she wouldn't allow herself to be narrow minded so much as to allow simple logic to determine what kind of assassin she would be. Any information that made her hungry curiosity lash out so ravenously deserved action to be taken. The curiosity that had sprung from the scantly worded report had ended up with her standing in front of the ward with dark rings under her eyes and bags from the sleepless nights dedicated to both her research and endless forging that had gotten her the job at the mental institute so quickly. The mission was now her own; she was now alone. The golden sun kissed the gloomy grey skies as she made her way up to the heavens. She moved in a leisurely, graceful pursuit but made sure that her rays glimmered off the crimson, copper, and citrine colored leaves that whispered in the light breaths of autumn. Although the dead brown leaves neither glimmered nor whispered, they sang a hollow tune amongst each other in the brisk breeze as they danced around the base of the only shade of green in the field that otherwise reflected the colors of mid fall. English ivy laced the brick building that brought color to the lifelessness of the institution. Its life-draining fingers stretched across the building, reaching for the sun that had scared the pale moon away, though it took care to bite back on it's ruthless hunt for the sun as it made way for the number of windows that littered the brick body of the institution, framing the glass instead of stealing it away. Autumn once again breathed life into the small cove that was surrounded by trees yet bore a paved road from the large, swirling black fence at the tree line to the grand wooden doors of the psych ward. The trees above whispered louder, the dead leaves sang louder and dance wilder while the warmth escaped Tempest as a bone-chilling breeze sliced through her black jeans and the hunter green sweater that she wore in vain. Long black hair that had been tied into two neat braids waved effortlessly in the gushing wind as the heavy bangs that sat across her forehead became skewed. The tips of her ears and nose reddened as the air nipped at them, giving no mercy to the girl. Her cheeks became flushed as the mocha colored freckles hid in the shades of pink, while her milky skin tone, the parts that did not become tickled pink, took on a ghostly shade. Tempest shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, starting towards the grand doors. The doors swung open easily and an uncomfortable warmth washed over her chilled body. The warmth wasn't that of a cozy fireplace, but that of insanity rubbing against one another in a pitiful hope to create fire. It was the same warmth that had welcomed her two days prior when she hastily made a visitation appointment for one of her "good friends", and it would be the same in the days, weeks, maybe months, that followed the nursing job she had acquired through false documentation and false identification. "You must be Ms. Adair!" A jubilant voice rumbled in the silent buzz of the light fixtures overhead, "The new nurse! Oh, we are so excited to have you, I am sure you will just love it here." A painfully fake smile lit Tempest's face as her jade green eyes found the short, lanky man that was addressing her, "Yes, I am the new nurse as you claim, Tempest Adair." Her voice was coated in a thick layer of politeness that it sounded fake, but the man didn't seem to catch on, for his eyes held an expectant glint in them as he smiled broadly. Tempest cleared her throat and unknotted her eyebrows that seemed to have not been melted by the uncanny warmth the ward was emitting. The naive assassin found it harder for her to act the part of a normal human being than she initially though. Silence stretched between Tempest and her employer, he with an expectant gleam in his eyes and joyous smile and her with an utterly fake grimace and beads of sweat dotting her forehead. "I-if you wouldn't mind, I would very much like a tour around this superb psy--hospital, Mr...?" The man's face dropped into a miserable frown that portrayed his sorrow for being addressed without a name, which to Tempest, would have been better suited for a more dramatic situation. However, the man's gleeful smile was back and the young assassin winced at his capability to switch emotions so quickly, "Dr. Hyde is the name." He shot a quick glance at the clothing she was wearing as clicked his tongue in a mocking disapproval, "Now, these won't do," He said, gesturing at the casual clothing that cladded the young girl. "I will get you the general nurses uniform after we start the tour and then you can get right to work!" He let out a hearty laugh as if he made the funniest joke in the world. Tempest smiled and let out a forced chuckle as Dr. Hyde motioned the girl forward. With her vibrant green eyes trained on Dr. Hyde, she wondered if working in a psych ward too long would eventually make one go insane as well. The young assassin smiled secretly to herself as the doctor introduced her to many other nurses and doctors on the way to the East Wing of the facility. She nodded politely to each of the staff members and attempted to listen to Dr. Hyde but her eyes wandered to the bare white walls and the few pieces of fake shrubbery that sat timelessly in a pot against the walls, trying to bring life into the hospital. "Although this is a small town, the facility itself is quite large. You see, we don't just get mental patients from the town, we get them from the nearest cities or some get transferred from other regions of the nation and so on. There are a total of 160 rooms per wing and a total of 4 wings. The wing I am taking you into now is the South Eastern Wing where those who are the most sane reside. And by most sane, I mean those sane enough to be psychologically evaluated." Another hearty laugh, "Let me tell you, not many people who come here are sane enough to be evaluated. Each wing has a level. The South Eastern Wing you are in right now is for level one patients, the North Eastern Wing is for level two patients, the North Western Wing is for level three patients, and the South Western Wing is for level four patients. The South Western Wing is where you will be assigned. We ought to take advantage of an experienced nurse like you. I was quite blown away by your resume! To think that you'd..." As the two entered the wing, Tempest observed her surroundings diligently, as she did for the next three wings. She took care to listen to Dr. Hyde, but she also allowed herself to seal glances in each of the rooms looking for Nicholas, the heir to the Family. "Now, the last wing I we will enter is the South West Wing. This wing holds the most unstable people you will find in this hospital, as I had said previously. They often times result to violent outbursts and are not sane enough for a psychological evaluation. Some of them end up in the padded rooms while others end up in straight jackets. There are times when we put foam blocks over their hands from keeping them from harming themselves but you should be pretty safe from behind the door - but of course, you know that already! Man, have I been going on non-stop? You are very skilled and experienced so I don't have to tell you what would be best, but usually these men are sedated, on medication, or are securely restrained, so there shouldn't be any need to worry. Have I told you that -- Actually, never mind that, since we are in this wing, I will so you our latest addition to the hospital. He came in two days ago after running into a stream of traffic. He has been admitted as a patient and his sanity has become more unruly since his arrival." Tempest started through the glass of the door. She had visited the same dark skinned man two days ago when following the lead, hoping that it was Nicholas who was behind the door, not this stranger. His hair was dark brown, but Nicholas's was a light brown. His eyes were a grey while Nicholas's were brown. His jaw line was more boxy, but Nicholas had an oblong face shape. And most of all, Nicholas's skin was white while the mad man she now stared at behind the door held a darker complexion. Both Dr. Hyde and Tempest toured all four wings of the facility yet not once did she catch a glance of Nicholas. Tempest's stubbornness that she had decided was her intuition knew that Nicholas was in this psych ward. He was here, she just knew it, and she would kill him and bear her family name all by herself. She would show the Head Family that she was a worthy assassin and prove herself to everyone who doubted her, everyone who laughed at the thought of a girl becoming a deadly assassin. "Hello, Patient 640! How are you doing today?" Dr. Hyde had approached the door and spoke through the glass. His voice held the same booming jubilant tone no matter who he spoke to. "We have a new nurse and she will be taking care of you for now on! She is the most skilled nurse out of all of them so she will be working in this wing. Her name is Ms. Adair, " He turned to look at Tempest, "Come nurse, show the patient your face so he knows who will be looking after him." Dr. Hyde turned back to the patient after Tempest approached as was instructed. Although her green eyes blazed with resentment toward the patient who had given her false hopes, she wore that strikingly fake smile that no one caught onto.