Cut Loose, A Wolf Among Sheep (Family)

[Alaya Kaluskov]

Alaya had arrived, finally. After a quick interrogation, some basic run downs, a little bit of orientation, and the such, she was set free on the school grounds. The place was a prison, for which the outside world was grateful. Alaya wasn't allowed to leave, she was a serial killer. As far as anyone else was concerned, if she were to get an appeal, she would be removed from the eventual death penalty, and placed onto a life sentence.

Like her father, she spoke numerous languages fluently. But what she was exclusively looking for, was her family here, they would recognize Russian. After she left, they had moved on, her sister, and her brother. Her mother as well. She knew what happened to her father.

That she would tell no one.

"Где, oh куда, маленькие овцы идите, oh где, oh где, его семья?"

Oh where, Oh where, have the little sheep gone, oh where, oh where, are his family?

She wondered, if any of her family would recognize her, she was twelve when she left, her niece was eleven, her sister was twenty six. It had been some time. It had been quite a bit of time. Four years without contact, four years of vigorous training.

Father nearly killed her with it.

But she loved him anyway.

[Justice]

Natasha had spent a long time staring at the picture and name on her desk. Her half sister was attending this school. The girl was much younger than herself, and to be blunt, Natasha had never spent much time with the child. Mother had tried, she knew, but there was a reason.

She looked so much like father.... it hurt.

Valekin may have not been her real, blood father, but he had been her everything from when she was very young til long after his death. Her world had been consumed by Valekin, and Demon. Mother had nearly died of heart break when it had happened, and Natasha herself had gone on a brawling spree that almost killed her.

She had his things, his armor and sword. Her own old armor and such. All kept in pristine condition, though she had long out grown her own set of armor. The red head had stood, and wandered toward where Alaya was roaming. The other girl had very little of mother in her. And after four years of god only knows, she seemed to have lost everything mother ever tried to give her. Love, warmth, and a joy in life.

Once she heard the russian, she couldn't help but chuckle. Natasha was mere steps away from her half sister when she did so. Icy eyes closing for a moment as she responded in kind. Russian. Maybe a little rusty, but decent at least.

"So after running away from home you went out and killed people. I'm sure mother would be proud."

She sighed, looking down at her baby sister. Towering over her by most of a foot. No. Nothing of mother there. It would kill her mother to see this, to know this... so Natasha would hide it. Instead her icy eyes merely stared blankly at the other female. Trying to decide what to do with her. How to even understand her. This was going to be hard on the tall woman. Very hard.

((OOC: Sorry if spelling is off, I'm at work. And I don't have my translator because once again at work.... italics for Russian for now. ^^;;; ))

[Alaya Kaluskov]

"Natasha, почему длинняя сторона? Не вы счастливы увидеть вашу сестру младенца? Но я уверен вы интересует почему я пошел на то оживление умерщвления."

Natasha, why the long face? Aren't you happy to see your baby sister? But I'm sure you're wondering why I went on that killing spree.

She thought for a moment, wondering how her sister would handle seeing her. Then she wondered why she cared, she was never especially close to her half sister, nor her half brother. It was because of her looks, it was because she looked like daddy. It was because she was a spitting image of him. Alaya remembered how often mother cried just looking at her.

"Я скажу вас, я вышел для того чтобы пойти нахожу его. Человек дал мне мои гены. И я нашел его, I учёное много, намного больше чем I всегда думало я о, он научило мне всему."

I'll tell you, I left to go find him. The man who gave me my genes. And I found him, I learned a lot, a lot more than I ever thought I could, he taught me everything.

She chuckled to herself for a moment there, tossed her head back, and looked at the skies. She saw a bird, and thought about how free it was, compared to her. Then she thought about the looks she got whenever her sister and mother were around. Those looks made her felt like she didn't belong.

"Но вы не поняли бы, вы никогда не посмотрели меня справедливо, вы никогда не думали меня наилучшим образом. Он всегда ушибал вас все для того чтобы посмотреть меня! Так я пошел найти его, и я нашел его, и его научил мне всему и МНЕ ИСПОЛЬЗОВАЛ ЕГО. Было моим правом по рождению, и оно было моим, котор нужно использовать!"

But you wouldn't understand, you never looked at me right, you never thought of me well. It always hurt you all to look at me! So I went to find him, and I found him, and he taught me everything and I USED IT. It was my birthright, and it was mine to use!

Alaya had gotten herself all worked up, she was crying, her chest was heaving. The grip of her right hand was knuckle white, her left was pointing at Natasha, the sister that she felt neglected her. If mother was too destroyed to care for Alaya, if mother was too distraught to look at her, then shouldn't at least her sister take care of her?

"Было определенная причина почему вы сбросили наше имя? Kaluskov? Был оно потому что вы знали мы было проклято?! Оно потому что вы знал наше имя было проклято? Был оно?!"

Was there a particular reason why you discarded our name? Kaluskov? Was it because you knew we were cursed?! Is it because you knew our name was cursed? Was it?!

Alaya was obviously upset.

[Justice]

Natasha waited for the younger female to finish her yelling, her speaking. Did it hurt? Completely and utterly. It struck home far more than her icy eyes seemed to state. She stood there and took it all. Every last bit of yelling, just the beginning of atonement for the evils she had caused.

"I changed my last name for the same reason mother changed hers. Love. And father has been dead since before you were born Alaya."

In truth, she envied the girl. Having the blood in her veins Natasha had always wished for. The girl had always wanted to be Valekin's true daughter, and had always tried to make him proud. Until she had learned to fly her own path. She could have never been his perfect child... Alaya could have been. Would have been.

"I was not the perfect sister to you. I make no excuses. I can only try to be better. I loved you and hated you. And now I'm sad for you. Because I had hoped you would become the best of us."

Was she saying that she was better? No. Natasha was no better than Alaya. Not that she was worse. They were different, that was all there was to it. Her gaze didn't move when her sister began to cry, but those harden eyes softened. To see the girl like this was hard. But she would press through it.

And a thought struck her as a little odd. Ayala's niece was more like her, than her own mother. Even if the only blood they shared was through Kate, Vale had gotten through some how. If Lina ever became like this...

Her heart hurt. Horribly. This was slowly killing her. Painfully striking at the place in her heart where she was the weakest. Her father, Valekin. And in turn, Alaya.

Natasha didn't move to touch her, knowing it would only be scorned at this point. Would she have liked to embrace her sister? Yes. Dear god in heaven, yes. To hold her, as she should have so long ago. Let her cry out her rage.

After Alaya had ran away, Natasha hadn't known what to do. She assumed she had gone after Valekin's trail. Trying to find out everything she could about the man. As Natasha had done for... her real father. The man named Hiroko. A monster. A story for another time.

"...I had always wished to be you... To be father's real child..."

The words escaped in a whisper, icy eyes now looking haunted. Not a drop of it in her veins. How she had craved to look like him, to be that daughter. It had been why she had grown her hair out. Why she always dressed darkly, like him. At least, to a point. Even now her hair was long, even if in waves she could no longer fight. Her suit was a deep grey, almost black. For reasons she never explained to anyone. Same reason she still polished and cleaned his armor, and kept his things with her. She loved Valekin as only an adoring child could love their parent.

[Alaya Kaluskov]

"Не, вы неправильны! Он был жив когда я нашел его, он научил мне все, котор он знал."

No, you're wrong! He was alive when I found him, he taught me everything he knew.

She was still crying, still pointing fingers, still very upset. No, she remembered that father wasn't dead four years ago when she found. She remembered what he looked like, the same youthful appearance, except he had some grey in that long black hair of his. His face looked tighter, and he appeared a bit more bony in the face.

"Он сказал, «Alaya, вы росла настолько много, ваша мать подавала вы, как будет вашими сестрой и братом? Как мать? Я пропускаю их так.»"

He said, 'Alaya, you've grown so much, what has your mother been feeding you, how is your sister and brother? How is mother? I miss them so.'

Alaya wanted to be held, she wanted to be loved, but she was so angry, she was so upset. She had been away from her family for so long, she just wanted to be near them again. She was going to ask for a favor from her sister, it was something she had wanted. It was something she thought she deserved.

"Я заработал смертную казнь для того чтобы получить здесь. Вы задолжаете мне что-то, я хочу быть близко к моей семье, я хочу вас полюбить меня, и я хочу вас и остальнои семьи принять меня, и не посмотреть меня как вы использовал к!"

I earned a death penalty to get here. You owe me something, I want to be close to my family, I want you to love me, and I want you and the rest of the family to accept me, and not look at me like you used to!

Alaya sank to her knees, she felt weak from all the yelling and crying.

"Вы задолжаете мне."

You owe me.

[Justice]

Her words broke the restraints holding. Natasha moved forward and covered the distance between herself and her younger sister. Her strong arms gathered the girl close to her body. Holding her tightly.

"I cannot say for the rest of the family Alaya. I can only speak for myself. I love you. I always have."

How could she not love her own sister? She had loved, and hated. But the girl yearned for love, and Natasha had no right to deny her. The shoter girl would feel tears fall on top of her head. Falling from closed eyes and high cheekbones to land there. Natasha hadn't cried in a couple of years. There had been no reason to at the time. Nothing that could break her walls.

And if father had been alive...why hadn't he... Why hadn't he gotten in contact with her? Why hadn't he...? Because she, herself, hadn't searched for him? Maybe. Maybe. Natasha didn't know what to believe. The fact she had known since she was fourteen, or the new possible truth.

If Alaya struck out at her, the red head would take it. It was very unlikely that the girl could hurt her much, with all possible weapons taken away at the gate and Natasha's own years of training. Not that she was thinking on it. No, she was only thinking of her sister. Alaya.

"I am sorry I could not show it sooner."

[Alaya Kaluskov]

"Where's the rest of them?"

Alaya had switched to English, half embracing her sister, since she was already in a down position. She was so very angry, if she had only a knife, she would have tried to kill her sister for all the pain that was caused. She didn't deserve it, and neither did Natasha. They were both lucky they had disarmed her when she had been caught, and that she had been relatively unarmed for quite some time.

"My niece, and my brother, and my brother-in-law, and mother, where are the rest of them?"

She wondered why only Natasha had come to greet her.

[Justice]

"Mother...isn't here with us. She's retired to a sunny island somewhere to try and live peacefully. And, well, no one else knows you're here yet honestly Alaya. I didn't give myself time to let them know... I came down without thinking about it."

Natasha stood fully, letting her embrace drift apart slowly. She wiped the tears away from her eyes carefully. Alaya wanted to know about the family? Well, then she would know everything.

"Shortly after you left, mother pretty much went off the deep end. Ry...I haven't spoken to him in a very long time. He's traveling the world, I suppose, with his share of the money mother gave us. She set up a bank account in your name with one third of everything, just as for me and him."

A deep breath, calming herself completely. She was the principal of the school after all. Natasha had to be composed for this. The red head rolled her shoulders and smiled. Just a soft smile to her little sister. Hope, that they could really come to understand each other fully. But then it faded.

"My oldest...Lina... she... got into some trouble. Decided to mess with some mafia members for fun. Blew up some buildings, shot some people in their limbs for fun to watch them bleed to death or something. She was going to be sent here...so I took this job. Demon hasn't even moved in yet fully, still flying back and forth. The younger two will be joining us as soon as he's settled."

Yes, Demon was handling the moving of most of their things into what had been Kane's suites. The principal's suite actualy. It was her's and her families really. Except for the convicted ones. They had to live with the rest of those here, in the dorms.

"I'm sure we can track down Lina if you want to speak to her. She shouldn't be in any classes just yet."

[Alaya Kaluskov]

"That would be nice."

She was still in english at the moment, and was thinking about seeing her niece. It had been four years since she had seen the younger girl, the girl that was more along the age line of a sister, rather than a niece. It was a strange sort of relationship they had going there. Though the bridge wasn't too well built. They had only shared so many years together, and they had different interests growing up.

They only had, then, a few things in common, like their heritage, on their mother's side. And Alaya didn't even look like Kate.

[Justice]

Once upon a time, Natasha didn't look anything like her mother either. Now though, she had the same curves, just on a taller, stronger frame. She wasn't as elegant and soft looking as her mother. Natasha was her own kind of woman.

"I'll try to set it up then..."

Her voice trailed off as some random TA came running toward the two of them. A young man, probably a senior at the school. Out of breath. A fragile type of young man who was probably smarter than he was strong. Light blonde hair in a wispy cut around his face, light blue eyes, well dressed, and paler than milk skin. All in all....a pretty boy. Natasha had to wonder what he had done to land himself here? The young man gasped out a story about two rival gang members in the same class and how the teacher was now stuffed into a closet and there was a huge fued of a fight going on.

"Time to get to work then. Alaya, I'm sorry. I'll see you later."

She smiled, patting her sister on her arm before trotting off after the young man. Oh what a day. Was her life always going to be like this now that she worked here? Had it been this hard for her mother? Natasha sighed and continued the trek to the fight that was on going.

[Alaya Kaluskov]

"То хорошо после этого, благодарит Natasha."

That's good then, thanks Natasha.

Alaya picked herself up, and started wandering towards the dormitories. She wanted to explore her new home, inside and out. And by inside, I mean actually in the walls and such, and by outside, I mean on the outer walls. Prison, it seemed, would be an entirely new experience for her, and she would get to have fun with it. Not even her father was ever caught by authorities, tried, or convicted. Though he had numerous crimes against humanity. It made one wonder how Alaya could find him like she did. Don't get her wrong, it did take quite a while to find him, and she had to ask the right people.

Every major city in America, had at least a few hundred people that followed him. From Washington state she made her way south, down to Long Beach California, where she met some people that knew him when he was younger. Their help, lead her right to him.

Maybe she'd run into some other family around here? Lina perhaps, or Demon, or someone.