Breach is a Tunnels Fanfiction, written by ME. Tunnels/The Highfield Mole and all related characters are copyright Roderick Gordon and Bryan Williams. Don't sue me!

Just to clear things up, in this story, the Rebecca Twins will have separate names. Calling them Rebecca One and Rebecca Two can get quite tiresome.

Rebecca One= Rachel

Rebecca Two= Rebecca

Breach: Chapter One

She opened her eyes, looking around. She couldn't move, nor could she talk. She was trapped in her own body. Down an alleyway in the Rookeries. She cursed silently. She realized now that it had all been a setup. And she had played right into their hands. She knew that now the only thing she could do was prepare herself mentally. She couldn't see any way out. One of the boys broke off from the main group and walked over to her. He had blond hair and green eyes, and his face was kind. He knelt over her, meeting her terrified gaze.

"I wont let them hurt you." He said solemnly. She looked at him, managing to calm herself down somewhat.

"Hey James, don't jump the gun! You'll get your turn!" One of the others cackled.

"Yes, oh how upset daddy's going to be when he finds his little girl..." She almost panicked. Were they bluffing? Or maybe they really did know who she was? Her heart started to race as the boy stepped forward. He was clearly their leader. The boy called James stood up.

"No." He said, putting himself between the two. "She might be a Styx, but she doesn't deserve that."

"You're right. She deserves to die. But I think I'll have a go at her first, if you don't mind." He took a step towards her. James reached out a hand and pushed him back.

"No, it's not 'alright'." He said angrily. "You'll keep your hands off her if you know what's good for you."

"Oh? And who's going to stop me? You?"

Rebecca's sister stepped out of the shadows.

"No. I am."

The group laughed.

"Look Boss, another one!"

"What should we do with this one?" More laughter.

"Well at least we won't have to share now- urk!" The boy fell to the ground, a throwing knife embedded in his chest. The remaining members of the gang looked at Rachel incredulously. Her hand resting on the hilt of her scythe, she looked completely unmoved.

"You, you killed him!" One stuttered. She shrugged nonchalantly.

"More than he deserved, I suppose." The gang's leader stepped back, bringing his hands up in an apologetic gesture.

"Please, we're sorry! Just take her! Don't hurt us!" Rachel shook her head in mock sadness, smiling sardonically.

"Too late for that, I'm afraid. You've drugged, assaulted, and battered a very high ranking member of the Styx Division. And from what I heard a few minutes ago, you were about to add rape and murder to the list; am I right? Consider it a gift. Normally, punishment for crimes like that would be far worse than death. You should be glad, really; I should cart you back to the Hold and let this girl's father deal with you. But luckily for you, this girl is my sister and you've really pissed me off. So I'm going to deal with you right here and now." The boy swallowed, and took another step back. Smiling, she attacked. Kicking his feet out from under him, she drew her scythe in one fluid movement and slipped it between the gap in his ribs. He hit the ground with a dull thud. He hadn't even had time to scream.

James watched her with growing wonder as she cut them all down, her blade flickering from side to side like lighting in the dark. The fight, if one could call it such, lasted all of a few seconds. The drug began to wear off, and Rebecca recovered her voice just as Rachel looped her arm around James' neck, pressing her scythe to his throat.

"Wait no!" She croaked. Rachel looked up, an expression of mild interest on her face.

"Would you prefer to finish him yourself?" Regaining control of her body, Rebecca shook her head and stood up.

"He saved me." She walked over to where James knelt, Rachel's blade still at his neck. He was looking at the ground. "You saved me. Why?" He looked up at her defiantly.

"Because no one deserves that. Would you prefer I hadn't? Are you going to kill me?"

Rachel snarled.

"How dare you talk to a Styx like that? You little-"

"Rachel, wait! I told you, I don't want him dead yet." Rebecca turned to look at him. "I'm going to ask you a few questions. You're going to answer, or I'll take you back to the Hold and let my sister deal with you there. We have plenty, extremely entertaining methods of making you talk back there, so I'd suggest you answer us now and save yourself the trouble. Because trust me, we will get the answers we're looking for, one way or another." He swallowed, hard. "So, lets begin, shall we?" Still addressing him, she said something in Styx. He looked thoughtful.

"Yes, I speak Styx." He replied. Then, somewhat defiantly, "What do you care?" Rebecca narrowed her eyes.

"Are you going to give me a hard time? Do you want us to take you back to the Hold?"

"If he wants us to take him back to the Hold, don't discourage him. I haven't been part of a good interrogation for a long, long time. The Dark Light is boring as hell. At least he'd give us something to do." Rachel said happily. Rebecca shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess. But something tells me he'd just spill. He doesn't look like the type that would rather die than tell us what we want to know. He wouldn't last long, not against you and I combined. He'd break in the first thirty seconds." James shivered. The two girls were talking about torturing him as casually as if they were discussing the morning paper.

"Good point. Continue." Rachel said, looking somewhat put out. Rebecca shot another question at him in Styx.

"A deserter? No." Rebecca turned back to her sister.

"Let him go." Rachel sheathed her weapon reluctantly. "Can you fight, James?" He looked surprised.

"Yes. I can. Why?"

"Ray, give him your scythe."

"What?" The two asked simultaneously.

"Give him your weapon. And I'll take my knife please." Looking apprehensive, Rachel handed the blade to him. She threw Rebecca her knife, and took a step back. "Alright, lets see what you've got." The boy nodded reluctantly, knowing he had no say in the matter. She lunged towards him, but he saw it coming and jumped out of the way of the sweep. He rolled to the side as the blade of her knife flashed dangerously close to his neck. She grinned. He was strong; a natural fighter. But he lacked the proper training to defeat her. He couldn't win. She pressed her advantage, and their weapons clashed as he blocked her attack.

James was surprised with himself. He was lasting far longer than he had though he would. He was feeling very strong, and the scythe seemed to follow his every command. But he knew it wouldn't last long. He had never fought a Styx before, but after seeing the girl's sister in action, he had a sickening feeling that she was toying with him.

She was.

Every attack he blocked, her trained eyes spotted hundreds of flaws in his defense. If she wanted too, she could kill him easily, and she knew it. But she didn't. She was intrigued by this strange boy. To back talk a Styx was something in itself. But to save one? She had never seen anything like it. He was a strange combination, neither colonist nor Styx. His outright defiance and courage absolutely screamed Styx. But he had been a part of the gang that had drugged and nearly beaten her to death. The whole situation was downright confusing. How had he learned how to speak Styx? It was not something that could be learned. You were either born with it, or you weren't. And to be born with it, at least one of your parents had to be a Styx. It didn't make sense. Curious to see what he would do, she left herself open.

He took advantage of it immediately, lunging towards her and knocking her off her feet. She exhaled sharply as she hit the hard stone ground, her knife skidding away into the darkness. He sat atop the dazed Styx girl, wondering what he should do next.

"Enough!" Rachel growled. He jumped up quickly. The last thing he wanted now was to offend them. Brushing herself off, Rebecca retrieved her knife from where it had fallen and strolled over to him. He shuffled his foot nervously. Was she going to kill him for winning?

"You're a natural fighter. You're strong." She noted.

"But sloppy." Rachel interjected.

"Yes, sloppy." Rebecca echoed. "But we can fix that." A shard of an idea was beginning to form in her mind, and she let it grow. "Listen James. You've got all the strength, ferocity, and courage of one of us. I'm going to recommend you as a Styx recruit, but you're going to have to work for it." Rachel looked at her sister as if she had lost her mind, but let her continue. "You're going to meet us here every night an hour after curfew. We're going to train you until you're ready to pass initiation." Rachel laughed coldly.

"Pass? Survive is more like it. He's just a colonist. No, not even; he's a thug from the Rookeries. He's not Styx material. He's going to die." James looked silently at the two.

"Shut up. Think of it this way. If he dies, you can rub it in my face later and say I was a horribly incompetent teacher." Rachel shrugged.

"Sounds good to me."

"So, as I was saying. I'm going to recommend you as a Styx recruit. I'm telling you now that you might not survive. As a matter of fact, there's a ninety-nine percent chance that you won't. We're going to train you, and hopefully by the time the test comes around, we'll have lowered that ninety-nine to a ninety-eight. In the rare occurrence that you do survive, you'll be one of us. We have high standards. Don't let me down, because if you do, you'll regret it." He nodded. He had always envied the Styx, and now he had a chance to prove himself to them. He wasn't exactly sure what it was, but there was something about the twins that made him want to please them. Rebecca in particular. There was something in the way she moved, the sound of her voice... He blinked. She was a Styx. Not just some girl to be lusted after. Still, dangerous though he knew it would be, he had to try. He couldn't let her slip through his fingers, not when he was so close.