On the dusk tops of the city of Angels, Zelora, Elektra and Vixen were on the prowl. They were hunters, masters of their duty. Elektra jumped off roofs using her white and gray wings. She was nearly soundless. No one could hear her. She was free. Free from her normal life. Her black cloak whistled around her. Her black mask covered her face, letting only her eyes show. Her cold blue eyes always sought out threats. Her fox ran beside her, jumping on and off roofs. Her orange fur flew in the winds. Elektra's brown hair swirled around her. Elektra slowly came to a standstill while grabbing 2 unbreakable black knives from her pocket. She smiled as she reached West home and heard a scream of apologies coming from there. A dark look took over her features. Where there was once a smile was now a threatening look with a frown.

"Ready, Vixen?" Elektra asked her friend, who had shifted back into a fox.

'Of course,' She replied telepathically.

That was all she needed before she entered the open window. The Wests were a high-ranking family, but their wings were getting darker because of the screaming and mental abuse. Elektra had no problem with killing them. Then again, she rarely did.

She slowly walked around, stretching out her white and silver wings. Her halo was still white; it hadn't changed. Yet. Vixen started moving and changed into her female form.

Her fox ears on the top of her head were orange and white. Her tail sticking out like a feather. Her cloak was around her body, flowing expertly. In her hands was a shimmering dagger.

"Come on, love," Vixen beckoned. "This way,"

"Thanks," Elektra replied, smiling warmly at her girlfriend.

They ran towards the scream and found a room with a bright red door.

They looked at each other and burst in to see the parents shouting at a kid, no older than five years old. She breathed out in surprise, and the parents whirled around, and when their eyes landed off the two assassin's faces, fear overtook them. They knew they would not be escaping tonight. So they decided to attempt to fight them. The parents pulled out spears and lunged at them. Elektra lifted her knife and parried. She grabbed the spears with angelical speed and snapped them. Their eyes widened, and they shivered in fear.

"P-please. M-mercy," The mother begged.

"Don't you know?" Vixen asked. "We don't have mercy,"

Vixen rose her sword about to shove it in their hearts when the head of the house spoke.

"W-we haven't done anything wrong!" He shouted and realized he made a mistake when he saw the dark look in Elektra's eyes.

"Haven't done anything wrong? YOU SHOUT AT THIS POOR BOY OVER HERE, AND YOU ASK ME WHAT YOU DID WRONG?" She placed the knife at his heart. "Prepare for your end,"

"Who are you?" Mr. West asked quietly.

She lifted her mask for a moment, and his eyes widened with shock.

"Y-YOU! But why?"

"Because. You deserve it," Elektra stabbed him in his heart, Vixen doing the same thing to his wife.

"That never gives me any pleasure," Vixen whispered to her. Elektra smiled sadly, her confident facade dropping.

"I know. Neither does it give me any pleasure,"

"I wish it didn't have to be this way," Vixen divulged, turning to look at Elektra.

"I know. Alas, this is all we can do to help out Zelora," Elektra pointed to the knives in Vixen's hand.

"We have to go," Vixen was all she said in response.

"We probably should. I can hear the maid climbing the stairs.

"Bye,"

Then they went their separate ways.

When the maids got up there, they screamed, alerting the guards. The guards ran up the stairs, saw their masters' bodies, gulped, and alerted the palace using telepathy to the main office. They looked around for anything, but there was no one there until they noticed the small boy in the corner bruised and immediately took him to the infirmary. A few of the guards covered the body with a tarp, per traditions. It was then they noticed something on both of their wrists: two words but enough to find the two killers.

'Elektra' On Mr. West's wrist.

'Vixen' On Mrs. West's wrist.

That wasn't even the beginning of what the two assassins have done nor was it the end.

Who knows if it ever would end.