[Chapter 9]

Sara, Rip, and I walk into the bank. "I like your outfit," Sara said and I looked for any hints of sarcasm.

"I'm sorry. Was there an insult somewhere in there that I missed?" I asked, hiding my surprise.

"I'm willing to give you a second chance. Here's a tip, don't blow it," Sara replied hastily. Rip interrupted out conversation before I could reply.

"Excuse me. We'd like to deposit some family heirlooms," Rip stated placing a suitcase on the counter.

"I'm sorry, we're a private bank. We don't secure valuables worth less than $10 million," The lady at the counter replied, trying to get rid of us.

"Well, I'm sure this will suffice," Rip said opening his suitcase to reveal coins.

"Doubloons from the wreck of the 'Esplinade'. They've been appraised at $10 million... a piece," Rip said.

I wonder how Rip got a hold of things like this. Unless he's bluffing.

The lady immediately became attentive and buzzed down to the boss of the bank.

We followed her upstairs and Rip and he walked into the office and shook hands as I sat down.

We passed by plenty of "guards" which were really just people that were disguised like us. I slip my hand into my pants pocket and touch the black razer sharp knife that rested currently there. Feeling the knife just sparked my adrenaline and my sight and hearing enhanced.

"Such a pleasure. You won't regret your decision. The Bruemberg Group is known for its discretion," a businessman said.

"I'm sure there'll be a fair deal of paperwork to sign," Rip stated, keeping up the act, completely unaware of the danger to come.

"Not too much. We like to cut through the red tape here. Let me get this one of our safe deposit boxes, and I'll get my secretary to move in on this paperwork," the man said picking up the suitcase and left the room.

Rip quickly made his way to the desk and started typing on the computer.

"Interesting, there are records here referring to something called the 'vessel'" Rip explained as Sara and I stood up.

"We have a problem," I started but Rip interrupted me.

"Yeah, I know, none of Savage's funds are in this bank. I'm working on locating this 'vessel' but I'm not sure I'll do so before our new friend returns," Rip replied.

"To kill us. The receptionist had a silenced Beretta under her desk. The guards are South African mercenaries. You can tell by the initiation burns on their neck," I continue.

"And our new "friend" has calluses on his right hand consistent with being Kuroda-trained swordsmen," Sara finished for me.

"How do you know?" Rip asked us.

"Because I have the same calluses," Sara explained.

"Which means they've probably figured out that we are not Rockefellers who just came into their inheritance," I finish. Sara and I look at each other and smile. Great minds think alike. More like assassin minds think alike.

"Oh, don't be so alarmist," Rip argued.

"Pretty sure they made us," I said and turned around to see 6 people standing there with weapons, including the guards, secretary, and the boss.

"Well, if this is how you treat your customers we might just have to take our business elsewhere," Rip said until Sara and I stepped forward simultaneously and took out the secretary and a guard with throwing knives.

"I thought I specifically said no weapons!" Rip yelled at us.

"You can thank us later," I said to Rip before pulling out another throwing knife and hitting a second guard in the neck. A big burly man came up to me and I threw the knife, missing him.

"You missed me," The man taunted me but I smirked.

The man falls to the ground on his knees, blood spilling out of his mouth.

"I wasn't aiming for you," I state as Sara tossed me my now bloody knife. We both pulled out at least three more knives and killed the remaining amount of guards.

"Exactly how many knives do you have?" Rip asked shocked and Sara and I smirked at each other.

Sara was slightly struggling with one but the businessman from earlier stopped me.

"Looks like your all out of knives," he said.

"Who said I need knives?" I said smiling, my eyes glowing purple.

I swept my foot across the floor at lightning speed and trip the guy. Then I take his sword and fling it across the room. For some reason, I'm filled with so much anger at this guy, for just being human.

"Pentru familia mea," I shout, my eyes glowing white. I command the air to leave the man's body. The man starts chocking immediately and grasps his throat, begging for air. I smirk as the man slowly dies.

"Isabelle, no. Stop, we need him alive. The monitor is destroyed," Rip tells me.

"Isabelle stop. You need to chill. We need this guy alive!" Sara yells at me. "Believe me, I know how it is to be in your place right now! But you need to fight it. You need to be better."

"You need to let it go...," Sara said softly snapping me out of it and the anger melts away. I look shakily at my hands and took a deep breath. My eyes returned to their normal shade of purple and the man began breathing again.

"Let's go," I said as I stood and left the building.

-Back at the Waverider-

"What the hell happened back there?" Rip questioned me as we walked down the halls of the Waverider.

"Doesn't matter," I mutter, obviously not in the mood to talk about this.

"It does matter. You're part of this team and we take care of everyone, whether they like it or not." Rip said not willing to let this go.

"Doesn't matter. This is me. Ever since..." I caught myself before I finished my sentence.

"Ever since Emily and Jay-," Rip said softly but I cut him off.

"Do not say their names!" I shout. I turn on my heel and stormed into my room.

I fall onto my bed, clutching their rings around my neck as a allow a few tears to slip down my face. Why can't I let go? Why can't I just live?

I hear a knock at the door but I just ignore it. I hear it again and groan. I will the person to go away but they decide to let themselves in and sit on my bed.

"I'm just like you, you know? I have a bloodlust my friend Thea calls it. I guess it's the downside to being resurrected. What's it like, living forever?" Sara asks.

"Crappy," I mumble.

"Why? I mean losing your memory must suck and everything but isn't there an upside?" Sara pressured.

"There is no upside to living forever if you're the only one," I say flatly.

"But you weren't always the only one..." Sara started but I cut her off.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Whoever they were, they must have been special since you killed for them," Sara continued.

"I said, I don't want to talk about it!" I say, starting to get angry.

"I mean you wear their rings. I'm shocked you don't wear their blood too."

"The hell is wrong with you Sara? This is the last thing I want to talk about and you're not making my anger issues any better." I say forcefully.

"I'm just saying. Don't remember you're loved ones with sadness or pain..."

"Shut up Sara," I say warningly.

"...or blood and death..."

"I'm serious,"

"...remember them with love..."

"Stop. Stop. STOP!" I shout, trying to block out her words.

"... and forgive."

"NO!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

I fall to my knees at the base of my bed and sob.

"The anger and killing is not who you are. The person who loved your siblings and remembers them is," Sara softly said, stroking my hair. "The girl who smiles and goofs around and says sarcastic comments just for fun is who you are. Be who you really are." Sara said softly.

"Thank you," I say, sniffling, and raise my head to look at Sara, but she was gone.

"Gideon where is everyone?" I asked the A.I.

"Dr. Palmer and Professor Stein are in the MedBay with Kendra, Mr. Snart, Mr. Rory, and Mr. Jackson are currently on the jumpship, and Ms. Lance and Captian Hunter are currently at the Grayhill building," Gideon reported.

"Gid, was that real?" I ask the A.I., curious if Sara was really here.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're referring too," Gideon said and I sigh in defeat.

I hear another knock at my door.

"Come in!" I call and Ray comes hurridly in.

"I'll make this short. Sara and Rip are in danger so we gotta go help them. Jackson, Snart, and Mick will meet us there. Also, are you crying?" Ray says out of breath.

"Doesn't matter, I'll meet you in five. Can't really fight dressed like this."

"Cool. Okay, I'll leave now," Ray said, awkwardly leaving the room.

"I smile softly at his awkwardness and take a deep breath.

Time to go kick Savage's butt.

Do you think that Isabelle and Sara's talk was real, or just a part of her imagination?

Also, what do you think of their coming friendship?

And for the last time (I promise):

Who should Isabelle end up with?

-Leonard

Or

-Sara

Thanks for your support! And again, I'll try my best to update ASAP!