Sanctuary

Today is the day. Andy and I are leaving, to bring down the Birdcage once again. I stood for at least seven minutes staring at myself in the mirror. Thinking of everything, yet nothing at the same time.
It's time.
I open the wooden wardrobe with the Cathedral symbol carved into it, and under the symbol, my name in cursive. Elegance at its finest.
Jayelle Bathilyde Bralow.
The name of an executioner.
There it hung. My black catsuit, shining and deadly. My hundreds of daggers. Four guns, two automatic handguns, two rifles. Hundreds of dollars in ammunition. A Cathedral PDA. State of the art electronic equipment, standard easy to hide earpiece, and devices to bug a room. Four wigs, and ten fake IDs of my aliases. All necessary equipment.
I sighed heavily and put on the bravest mindset that I had been trained to use. I stripped and slipped on the right black catsuit. Once that was on, I started strapping daggers onto my arms, legs, and waist. I counted 52 I put on. The catsuit allowed special made strips of leather to stick to me. So when the knives were encased in this, they were easily hidden, and easily accessible.
Dressed in blades and black, I slipped on over it my normal clothes, hiding that I had any weapons on. A lovely purple dress, my usual high heels, and elegant jewelry. A diamond necklace that was my grandmother's, and the gorgeous ring Andy bought me for our anniversary last month, when we made our engagement official. I twirled, admiring myself in the mirror. For a few minutes, I forgot I was a killer. Once I adjusted my outfit to be deemed acceptable, all weapons hidden, I went to see how Andy was coming along in getting dressed. He was in his normal black jeans, a misfits Tshirt, and black combat boots. He had his bow on his back, around his shoulder, and was packing up his poison tipped arrows. He looked up to me, sorrow in his deep blue eyes that I'm sure I mirrored.
"I have to run some errands before we leave," I told him.
He nodded, not saying anything. I walked to our den, grabbing some of the generic cards we kept in case of events. I took four and began writing.
Dear Mom,
I have to leave again. I don't know when or if I'll be back. You can't fall apart again. Take care of my girls. Sugar coat everything. Tell them I'm fine. You've heard from me at least once a week. I'm on my home. Everything's fine. Don't let them know the truth.
I love you always.
- Jayelle.

Maryanna,
I'm so sorry. I never wanted to leave. You know it's all to protect you, to keep you guys safe. I'm sorry that I can't tell you anything. It's for the best. I love you more than anything. I'll be home soon.

- Jayelle.

The third just had Jayelle and Andy written on it. Karolina can't read, but she's a smart girl. She knows how to recognize names.

I took the three cards, one blank, and solemnly drove home. Possibly for the last time. I walked in, mom and and the girls were gone to lunch. I made sure of it. I left Mom's card on her pillow in her bedroom, then walked to Maryanna's pink and zebra room. I left her note on her nightstand, removed the ruby hairpin that I wore everyday from my hair, and set it next to her card, accidentally letting a few tears drop with it. I slowly walked across the hall to Karolina's room, and left the stuffed animal, a pink giraffe on her bed, with her card, to let her know Andy and I left it for her. And then lastly, to Sara's room. I sat on her bed for a few minutes, letting silent tears fall, then began to write her letter.

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