It's Raining Cats and Dogs [Antonetta, Wolfina]

"Why?"

She muttered to herself as she fingered the collar on her neck, the knowledge that at any moment her mother could kill her, the fear of Eliane dangling the possibility of getting control of it just to kill her through taunting. How come it had to be her? How come Arlette did this? Despite the nightlife going on outside of the highrise building she didn't care that much about it. She huddled a bit closer and snuggled into the shape of her cat, hands trying to take advantage of the fact that she could have it purr reassuringly in her ear.

Antonetta loved her sisters and mother, even if she suffered for it and all she got was pain, betrayal and torment. It was all her fault that she had to wear this stupid collar, all her fault that she had to endure her older sister's torments and all her fault that she had been given the job to kill her.

"I'll kill her and then it'll be fine. She'll come back and it'll all be fine. Mum will be proud and we won't have to wear these collars anymore. It can all go back to normal."

She muttered to herself while laying on the silky bed that was larger than it needed to be for her, her thoughts squarely on the documents which lay scattered about. Every single file that her mother had profiling her sister and the guy that liased for them and the Vandenreich. It's all his fault that she had to do this, sub-human trash that was a rat and rats were just toys to be tortured and killed by cats.

Her cat meowed in her ear before she heard Wolfina's words, the blue eyes shifting to her twin with a deflated look while her body followed to roll over and face her. It was a sound plan but she didn't want to kill Arlette. She just had to and the knowledge that her collar wasn't going anywhere. They were her daughters, not her pets, she didn't want to be her pet.

"It's all that boy's fault."

She muttered it audibly enough for it to carry in the dark room. Her eyes were hateful at the source which had become the outlet of blame, she loved Arlette and couldn't hold her accountable. Even if she denied it and tried to claim her actions as her own it was all that man's fault for taking their sister away from them, for putting her in this collar and ruining her family.

"I'm going to hurt him. I'm going to make him feel what he's done, Wolfy."

He would be the little mouse and suffer like a rodent in the paws of her cat and then she'd do it again, again again again. Every time he'd get close to death she'd find a way to make him reexperience it until he understood how she felt. It was a strange feeling, she'd never hated someone before. Everything was just work, a chore that her mother gave her but this man stole Arlette and for the first time she wanted to hurt someone for the sake of it.

Beyond his station, who cared. He ruined everything and made them like animals! She wanted to watch him expire like the vermin he was as claws ran through his weak little skin and gouged out his stupid organs. Every weakness would be exploited and he'd long for death well before she gave it to him. That's what anyone who hurt her family would get but the idea that one of her family hurt the other? Now that was just tearing her apart.

"Wolfy... I want to do this assignment alone."

It lacked pragmatism, it was the wrong approach to anything related to this situation when she was the most emotionally volatile and influenced by her siblings. It was the kind of thing that only she was capable of thinking up because this was not the most effecient or effective approach. It was the one where she didn't want her twin to see who she'd be when she succeeded in getting there.

She hated dirty hands and yet she craved them to be bloody. She never wanted to hurt her sisters' regardless of what happened to her but she had to hurt Arlette. Everything she was going to do and wanted to do would sully her character and how she was perceived. Antonetta was the unassuming and sweet little sister, she didn't know what she'd be afterwards and that scared her as much as having to kill Arlette.

The silky sheets moved easy for her, offering very little resistance to Antonetta shifting in her spot to look up at her sister in the dark. Everything she said was right and yet she still was driven to the irrational choice, she wasn't calm or in the best headspace for decision making. Reckless even in her planning despite how hard she had worked to elucidate all the details.

"It doesn't matter. Even if I have to die a hundred times I'll make it work. I'll make her feel my pain, our pain, and the consequences of her actions. I make her to see us in her dreams until she can't run away anymore. I'll..."

Get the job done no matter what and in the most her way possible, by invading and ruining the sanctity of a person's mind and twisting it around her finger until they were the ones to take their own life or begged for it.

She was upset, of course. The only one she imagined wasn't upset by this development was Eliane, even these stupid collars wouldn't bother her. Antonetta reached up and pulled Wolfina onto the bed and hugged her, she really didn't want her to go into a ferocious rage right now. She never did but not now of all times either, it was inconvenient and even the promise of coming back to life didn't change her natural instinct about fearing death.

"She... did. But it'll all be fine, I'll make it fine so don't worry, Wolfy."

It was probably all for naught, she had faith that even if she insisted on this being done alone that her twin would somehow interject her way into it. Made sense, right? She just didn't want her twin to lose control and make a big problem for herself. It'd make her really upset if her mother punished Wolfina for trying to help her.