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his hand, both unwilling to touch it. He pulls it away slowly, and disgustedly glares at the pair. He powers past them heading out the door, muttering incoherently as he proceeds down the stairs.
                  Hope looks over at Fanny, a smile forms as she opens her mouth, her words come out dry and forced. “Thanks.” She clears her throat as she looks down at her old, faded boots. “Thanks for coming back for me.”
                  “I’m always going to be there for you,” Fanny says uncocking the gun and putting it back in her pocket. “Just like I know you’ll always be there for me.”
                  “It’s what we do. Family sticks together,” Hope says hugging her friend.
                  “Oh there you are girls,” Penelope says popping her head past the bedroom door, “it’s almost time.”
                  “We’ll be right there mom,” Hope says, “Just need to make sure we have everything packed.”
                  “Speaking of which,” Fanny says peeling herself away. “I should really double check my bag.”
                  “Are you trying to leave us alone?” Hope asks whispering in her ear.
                  “Yeah. You might not get another chance to say things you want to say, so now’s the time,” Fanny whispers back before rushing out the door.
                  “Are you ready?” Penelope asks again.
                  “Almost,” Hope replies.
                  Penelope’s bottom lip quivers slightly. “Are you sure this is what you want to do?”
                  “Mom, please don’t do this, not now.”
                  “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to stop you…I’m just going to miss you,” Penelope takes Hope’s free hand and pats the top lovingly.
                  “I’ll be back soon enough,” Hope smiles.
                  “I hope so,” Penelope says tightening her grip, “I hope so.”
                  “How bad can it be? I’ve heard the stories, I’ve learnt about it in class. I know what I’m up against.”
                  “Don’t be so sure,” Penelope says with a shiver.
                  “What do you mean?” Hope asks with an inquisitive look on her face. “What aren’t you telling me?”
                  “A lot,” Penelope says in a dark, serious tone. “Some of the stories we told you as a child were, modified. We all agreed when you were born that you didn’t have to endure the Hell we all dealt with.”
                  “You lied to me?” Hope says, her heart shocked and crushed by her mother’s omission.
                  “It was for your own good. We lied to protect your innocence!”
                  “It was still a lie!” Hope says soft and slow, “What don’t I know?”
                  “For starters you don’t know how to deal with pain of death,” Penelope replies just as harshly.
                  “I’ve seen people die before,” Hope argues.
                  “Yes, but how many of them died by your hand?”
                  “Well none, but…”
                  “Exactly. Do you have the heart to put a bullet in someone on your team? Or Fanny?”
                  “It probably won’t come to that,” Hope replies.
                  “But what if it does?” Penelope says her voice becoming more cautious, “We had to learn as we went. When you were about ten you asked us why we didn’t sleep much. We told you that we did but we just did it in shifts.”
                  “That wasn’t the truth was it?”
                  “No, the truth is not many of us can sleep more than three hours before we wake up