Question

write a story on sibling rivalary

Answer 1

A tall imposing figure, covered in black, entered the brightly lit lobby and smoothly crossed the room to elevators. She stood as still as a statue as she waited. The elevator arrived with a ping and she silently slipped in. Her gloved finger pressed the top button as she pulled her hat further over her eyes, creating a shadow that covered her whole face. She stayed dead still as the elevator slowly rose to the rooftop. When the doors opened again she was met by the darkness of a typical early morning in Sydney. She seemed to glide to the edge of the building, her black coat billowing behind her. There she stood with her hands resting on the edge of the building looking out into the heart of Sydney. After a few moments she turned her back on the dark sky and sat down on an old crate, her back ridged. She sighed and took out a sharp knife from the inside of her coat and stared flipping it, expertly, in her hand. Suddenly her head snapped up, having heard an impossibly quiet noise from the other side of the rooftop. She slowly got to her feet and started to make her way to another cloaked figure that had appeared, it seemed, out of nowhere. There the two black figures stood against the moonlight, both ridged and alert. Suddenly the other figure broke the silence.
“It’s a shame it was you I was sent to kill, sister” the man sneered, with no hint of disappointment or sorrow in his voice.
“Yes but it’s more of a shame that I was sent to kill you, brother. Since you have no hope of surviving” she hissed, the corner of her mouth twitching into a half smile. With that, she swiftly pulled the knife up and swung it as hard as she could at her brother. In a split second his hand grabbed her wrist and stopped the knife centimetres from his face.
“Drop it” he snarled.
“Why should I?” she growled, trying to pull herself free from his grip. He didn’t speak as he swiftly pulled out a small hand gun from the inside of his jacket and pointed it at her chest.
“Drop it” he hissed again. She took a deep breath and then loosened her grip on the knife, which dropped to the ground, embedding itself in between the siblings’ feet.
“You shouldn’t have come” He muttered.
A gun shot, inaudible from the streets bellow, rung out on the rooftop. A black figure pulled the knife from the ground and placed it in their coat, along with the gun they had used to kill their sibling. They had one last look around before stepping over the limp body and heading to the elevator.
When the woman reached the streets of Sydney she disappeared into the early morning mist, leaving the memory behind her.