Seperated at Birth

Issac was busy scrapping off whatever he could get from the bowl. Needless to say, it was completely empty by now. He sighed, the pain starting to leave him, but the shadow of the girl's beating still held him. He could still remember it fondly. She was so brutal, so unlike him, yet she looked just like him. Why was that? He sat to think by himself in the darkness. Just then, Ivy's second in command came in through the door.

"Hey! What do you want?" Why did he try to be defiant? It would just get him hurt more if he did, but it seems like her second restrained himself. Instead he lifted him up back to his feet and took him out of his current holding cell.

He groaned a bit. It still kind of hurt to move. The second just didn't say anything, just kept pushing him and guiding him along the hallways until they stopped at a new room. It was much better than his last one. There was a bed, albeit very plain, but welcome nonetheless. And there was even a window. He couldn't help but smile. At least he wouldn't die in this cell. Or at least not as fast. Still, he appreciated the upgrade.
 
The second left Issac on the bed before going to the window, and taking out a key. He locked the windows and then left. He locked the door from the outside, so the boy won't be able to get out through the window or the door. After a few hours, the same girl who had brought him food, came back, more food on a tray. She set it down on the bed before she left him alone once more. Ivy was laying on her bed, only wearing her panties.
 
He stood in the center of the room, everything else locked. It was quite the upgrade. He now had an actual bed that looked comfy enough. He didn't care that it was in a state of slight disrepair. It was good enough for him. He sat on the bed and felt a soft feeling, quite different from his last cell. At home he had warm blankets and the finest pillows. Now, he's glad to just have a bed. It seems that the longer he stays here, the more he realized he had to lose. These people weren't as rich as him and didn't have as nice things as him. He had been quite blind actually. He never thought things could get this bad for people that they brutalize and criminalize people and place.

He sighed as he stared out the window. It would seem nice to go out there, but for now he lived in a small square room, with the window taunting him. He wondered why they wanted his parents anyway. Money? Blackmail? His mind ran rampant with possibilities. He suspected he would know soon enough anyway.

He laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to recover. The bed felt like a cloud compared to the dirty floor of the last cell. He hoped it lasted.
 
"Ivy? He's been moved to another room," she heard from her second. She nodded her head and told him he could go relax with the others. She was laying in her bed now, curled up on her side, yawning tiredly. She was forcing herself to stay awake so she could sleep that night. If not, then she would sleep in again tomorrow. She needed to find those bastards and soon. That money needs to go to China.
 
Issac laid on his bed. He was left undisturbed for a long time. He lost track of time or how long he stayed. Seconds lasted hours and time sort of just wasted away. For what seemed like an eternity in the cell was time for him to relax and reflect. They obviously had some shady motives as to why they want his father. It was most likely money, considering that his father was a rich man. Then again, there could be other possibilities. Still his family had started to go under and was losing money fast. He shuddered at the thought at what that boss girl would do if she found that out, or if she ever got a hold of his dad for that matter. He had to keep his father safe and away from her hands, if only for his sake.
 
As the day turned into night the door to Issac's room opened suddenly and Ivy walked in, the doctor who had patched her him up, with her. She looked pissed beyond reason. She threw the doctor to the ground and slammed the door shut, locking it behind her. "Now tell him what you told me," she said in anger to the doctor. The doctor was hesitant and she pulled out a gun and shot it, right past the doctors head, a few centimeters away. "Talk!" she yelled. "Your twins!!! Your fraternal twins!!" the doctor yelled, covering his face in fear. She was still pissed off. She turned to Issac and her gaze hardened. "Yeah, were twins. But you had a cushy life while I had to kill for scraps. You were pampered while I would be beaten up. You were cared for, while no one even took a second glance at me," she said getting closer to Issac. She grabbed him by his shirt, and pulled him up. "Your going to tell me were that bastard of a father is and your going to tell me now, or I will blow your brains out!! Brother or not," she yelled pressing the still hot gun against Issac's temple. She was threw playing games and she was done with this crap.
 
When she had burst through the door, Issac had been recovering from his injuries. The pain was finally dulled down and he could move somewhat normally. The sudden sound of slamming doors and yelling made him shoot up from his bed causing mild pain in his stomach. Before he could even comprehend the whole situation, she fired off a shot in the small room. The confined space made for a disorienting ringing in his ears. He couldn't think straight for a couple seconds.

He barely understood what she said, but he caught the key part. They were related. The words hit him like a freight train. They were as different as night and day, yet the similarities were the same. They definitely had two complete different upbringings.

Before he had time to think, she held him at gunpoint pulling on his shirt. He felt some sweat fall on his brow. Was she really going to kill him? She doesn't have any reason not to though. Still, he couldn't give out information about his father, even if he knew any.

"Look I don't know. And knowing that your my sister isn't exactly a pleasant surprise to me either." He felt that his poor choice of words would lead to a bit of lead in his face.
 
She looked at him seething and she just pushed him back onto the bed. "You may be of the same blood, but you are not my brother. You know nothing of real struggle, pain, starvation and desperation," she said her eyes seemed lighter from her rage. She grabbed the doctor and pushed him out the door that was opened. She left as soon as she had come, her hatred for the boy sky rocketing. She couldn't stand to think that he was related to her. That they came from the same womb and had the same blood running through our veins. She was angry and when she was told one of their patrons had not paid his due, she decided to take it out on him.

She didn't come back for hours, coming back, with blood splattered on her clothes and face. She was still angry. She didn't know what to do.
 
Issac slumped back on his bed, eyes wide with terror. His mind raced to even comprehend the situation. Where they really related? The doctor's words had been in favor of that. He just couldn't believe it, to be related to a brute like her. Somehow this fact made him more fearful of her, because it gave her another reason to hate him. He curled up into a ball in his bed and before he knew it, he was crying. He hated to be like this, in front of them. It would make it worse for him, but the tears came and he felt no end to it. Eventually he cried himself to sleep. Despite how fast the action was, it was exhausting.
 
At that moment she was training, fighting three of her best men and doing well. She was so anger driven and she kept yelling at them not to hold back. When they finally let loose so did she and they all ended up on the ground panting from the sheer force of the fight. She was panting heavily and she was shaking slightly, not from cold or how tired she was, but because she wanted to cry, but she couldn't. Her body was forcing herself not to cry.
 
Issac had nightmares that night. He never felt more alone, despite finding that his long lost sister had held him captive. He served to drive him farther back. There was no one to console, no one to talk to. He wanted what he couldn't have at the moment. Someone to talk to; a friend. He doubt his sister would care for any of his problems. She hated him, and the feeling was mutual.With nowhere to run or hide, he seems to have been broken, resigning himself to whatever they wanted or needed.
 
She had gone to shower in her private shower, letting the water wash away her tears. She had been holding it in and when she had the safety of her bathroom she stayed that way. When she finished showering she got out and dried off, pulling on some clothes and such. Unknown to her, there were a group of her men, who were drunk, heading to her brothers room. She walked out of her room, just in time to see them go around the bend. She didn't think anything of it and went to the kitchen. When she got there however she realized what they were doing and one of them had the key to her brothers room. She growled and ran back to her room getting her gun.

The door to Issac's room was opened and the drunk men walked in. "Oh lookie! It's the boss's twin," one said, closing the door and locking it. One of the others laughed and nodded his head. "Tony... Tony he's a dude though," one said slurring his words slightly. "No biggie... I just want to see if the kid has as fine an ass as his sister," Tony said, the largest one among the men.
 
Issac had heard them when they were outside the door. He faced the wall, pretending to be asleep, hoping that they might look in and just go away. Unfortunately, he was wrong. The men had unlocked the door and went in like they owned the place, and has far as he knew, they did. He cringed wondering what they were going to do to him. Beat him? Come to make fun of the prisoner? No, it seemed they had planned something a lot worse, and his fears were confirmed as they began to speak of what they planned to do. He could tell they were drunk. They slurred their words and he the stench of alcohol was so strong, he could smell it from his bed.

He knew that this was a time to start fighting back. He knew he had resigned himself, but he felt a knew found spirit. He wouldn't let them defile and rape him, especially since they were men. He turned around and saw them creeping even closer. He was visibly scared of them. They were a lot stronger than him, but he would make an effort. He wouldn't take it sitting down.
 
When she got her gun she ran back, banging on the door to her second in command. She ran down the hall and down to where her brother was. She tried to grab the doorknob, but it was locked, and guarded by two of the other guys there. She growled and began fighting them off. She wouldn't let them touch her brother, even if she hated him.

Inside, the men smirked, pulling out knives. The larger one, grabbed at Issac's feet, pulling him down from the corner he was in. "Come here you Ivy wanna-be," he slurred out.
 
Issac kicked out as the man grabbed his foot, trying to get as much space in between him and the men. He heard them call him some kind of name, but it was blurred out as he tried to get force some space in between them. As he thrashed and fought, he had elicited some swings from the knives that they held. A couple of the swings missed, but a third slash at him had found it's mark. It had made a light slice on thigh, close to the ankle, tearing through his weathered clothes. He yelped in a small bit of pain, but he still kept fighting, trying to keep them at bay, but he wouldn't last long though. He was tired, drugged, and beaten. Even now, he began to feel weary.

He just wished he'd never have to go through any of this. He wanted to go home, and sleep, away from these savages. He was just a spoiled rich kid, who kept his head down and out of his way. He never thought that he would deserve this kind of punishment, being raped and kidnapped. He even preferred his sister over these thugs.
 
The door was kicked in then and Ivy stood there panting. She aimed her gun and shot once, shooting a man right through the heart. He dropped instantly dead. She looked at the drunken men. The other two from outside were now unconscious. She looked like she would kill them in an instant. "Don't touch him," she growled out in anger. The drunk man moved away clearly afraid of her. She walked over to Issac, grabbed his hand. She pulled him to his feet and then let her second in command deal with the idiots. Gun shots rang through the hall way as she walked Issac away from all of the death and mess. She walked him to her room, the only room in this place off limits to everyone. She opened the door and motioned him to go inside. She sighed as she closed the door, locking it so no one would bother her. She went to the dresser and grabbed some clothes, tossing them to him. "The bathroom is there, go wash up and get changed," she said, before she pulled out her phone, making a phone call.
 
Issac watched in slight horror and gratitude as Iy came in and shot his would-be rapist through the chest. He cringed as the gun shot rung in his ears and the bullet hit th wall near him as it pierced through the man and short splatters of blood hit him in the face. The expression on his face was one of shock as he took it all in. The blood felt warm on his face and the thud of the dead body boomed.

It all passed and the rest of them had either scurried off or were unconscious. He was surprised that IVy would even come to save his sorry ass. Ivy had then grabbed him by the hand and lead her down the winding corridors, eventually to her prvate chambers, he assumed. It was quite spacious and lavish, for a gang hideout. It seemed tailor ade for her and her tastes; completely different from the rest of the hideout.

As soon as he knew that thy were alone, he spoke up. "Thanks... but why? Why did you save me? I thought you hated me?" He stared at the ground like a scolded child and spoke timidy.

Looking up, he saw her throw clothes at him and teling him to go wash. It just now came to him that it's been a long time since he had a nice shower, or cleaning up. He smiled and gladly accepted the offer. He had trotted down to where she had pointed out the bathroom, seeing a shower. His face lit up as he would finally have the luxury of a shower. He stripped his clothes of and set them aside. The was a mirror on the wall and it was there he realized how bad he actually looked. His chest was heavily bruised and scratched, still recovering from her beating. His face was also a bit swollen from her onslaught. It was surprising that th same girl that had beaten him had offered him access to her private shower.
 
"No one touch's you, that was my rule and they broke it," she said simply. She had blood on her face and her clothes. She had been hit a few times and while he was in the bathroom she tended to them herself. She pulled out the bullets and she sewed the holes up herself. She had to take her shirt off, revealing scars that were gruesome to look at. Her hair usually covered it but she had to tie it up out of her face so she could work. Unlike Issac, she had a very rough life and the scars proved it. She winced as she cleaned the wounds. She then began to tie the bandages around her her chest and her breasts, one wound being right above them. She made sure the gauze held firmly and she made sure that everything was alright before she stood up and changed, pulling on a clean shirt.
 
He looked into the mirror, looking at his beaten bruised self. He wondered how much the girl had to go through all her life. To have to receive so much punishment to receive all those scars he glimpsed at before he closed the bathroom door, it all would be too much for him. This was probably nothing for her, given her tough life.

He sighed, leaning over to turn on the shower. He twisted the knob gently as warm water sprayed from the shower head. The feel of water felt luxurious with his less than gentle treatment the last day or so. He stepped in and let the comforting water wash over him. On his side was some cleaning products, nothing fancy but it was better than nothing. He took a spurt of soap and applied it liberally to his dirty chest and the rest of his body. It was so very relaxing.

After a couple minutes he shut off the water and took a step out. He wrapped his lower half in a towel and stepped back into the main room. He saw Ivy dressing her wounds and he cringed at the sight. It was gruesome now that he had a clear view of it. He felt like he wanted to ask, but he couldn't bring himself to speak up.
 
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