"Family Is Life" - Ellie/Eleanorlilybishop

"Family is the very bane of my existence, without them, I would be nowhere and no one. I literally owe them my life."

-Quote Eleanor Lily Bishop, 10th of Feb 2021

**A/N: Hi guys, this is just an intro but, if the next chapter is coming up!**

Each hero has two stories, just like there are two sides of a coin, like there are two eyes, like there are two half's of a heart like there are- you get the idea. Well, the first is the one people believe, the one we tell to everyone. But the second- the second is the truth, the story that has so many secrets that they somehow turn into lies. For me, the first story is simple:

I'm just your average girl, slightly taller, yeah maybe but I have your normal long brown hair and a normal tan complexion. The only thing you would say that wasn't normal about me would be my eyes. I have deep, sapphire eyes, like, really, really, dark blue. Even strangers stop me in the midst of walking to the park to ask me about them.

The second story?

The truth is. I don't know who I got them from-the eyes. Both my parents died in a plane crash and I never had any memories of them. The only family I have left are my siblings- their twins. My brother, Anthony and my sister, Ziva, and the two have different coloured eyes, one sea-green and one violet. My family hated pictures so there goes that idea and nobody alive could tell me anything about my past. Many people would be laughing at me right now and thinking:

*Silly Girl, Just Go Get A DNA Test, DUH!*

Well, I tried. I have done around 20 DNA tests but all of them returned unreadable. It was as if I didn't exist, all the reading came back as untraceable. I've tried every hospital but I knew that I had to stop. If I went to the same hospital twice, they would get suspicious and that could cause some major issues. So I hid, I waited and hid to escape silently under the radar. I moved houses and states every month and we moved countries every year. Never staying in the same place more than we needed to. On every move, we had different identities, different personalities and different names. We were never the Towers, Riders, Hearts or Greys twice. But we were always and will always be the Bishops.

It all started when I was ripped away from my best friend. Well, we were more like soulmates, we knew each other better than we knew ourselves, we lived in two different countries but every summer, without fail, we would meet each other at our beach houses and we would not and could not be separated all summer. This year, it was different, my parents had left my siblings and me with my best friend and his parents because Mummy and Daddy had a meeting overseas. You see, my parents are very important- or so they tell me. My Mummy is a foreign diplomate and my Daddy was a foreign affairs minister. They bid me goodbye at the airport and kissed me promising to return with a ton of new books on myths and architecture. Little did I know, that would be the last time I ever saw them. I was close to my parents but sometimes, I saw nannies more often the I saw them. I didn't know what colour my parent's eyes were, as I have said. How did I escape the foster care? Well...

With what little we had and using the money I had collected from our daily street performances, I had purchased three tickets under false names and stolen identities, we escaped the country. With myself teaching my sibling everything they needed to know about the world and survival.

By some miracle, along the way, I got a job! Yeah, 12 years old got a job- I ain't kidding. It wasn't your normal job either. It was simple but deadly and the first time I found out about this 'job' I was driving along the coast of France on my way to Spain when I was stopped by people in suits. You are probably shaking your head in disbelieve- yeah, 12-year-olds shouldn't be driving but the twins made sure that whoever saw us, forgot about it. The strange thing was- these people were different and before I knew it, they offered me a job and Tony managed to stop Ziva from killing them before we got to hear them out. The job? Easy, MI6, FBI and CIA, along with a ton of other criminal agencies, had created a list, a huge one at that- and they needed someone to take the names on the list down. At first, I was in shock. They wanted me, a 12-year-old girl to take down crazy assassins and drug dealers, not to mention power-hungry politicians. Slowly, they explained to me that they had been watching me for some time- I had the talent, the skill, the people in suits had told me, and most importantly, the experience. So I agreed, for every name on the list, I was offered a high price and I took it. No arguments and no fuss. The deal went like this: once the person had been terminated, disappeared and/or killed- didn't matter which, so long the name was off the list- I was paid. I failed, the first few times but it didn't stop me. My sister has a saying: "Mistakes are made for us to learn. Or we wouldn't have them at all!" Along the way, with each name, I had come up with my rules and rule one I had gotten when we first escaped England-

Rule 1# Live every moment like a memory.

Suddenly, the move had a different purpose altogether, every name was in a different, place. Dangerous as the job was, I brought my brother and sister along with me on every move, telling them everything, after all, they were the only family I had left. Or so I thought..... a very unique experience taught me that Family isn't always blood and that blood isn't always family. You might be wondering, how the hell is this girl still sane? Well, I have a secret, it is a secret that I haven't told anyone aside from the twins. I keep rules. And yes, to me rules are meant to be broken, every single rule is meant to be broken, every single rule except mine. To me, breaking my rules is like breaking every bone in your body, every heart in this world and every star in the universe. I would never, under any circumstance break them, life-threatening, or not.

You may feel like nobody in your family loves you, we all have that time, but you must remember, in that time, especially, in that time, that Family isn't always blood and blood isn't always family. Take a look around once in a while and just take a moment to appreciate everyone around you, those you call your friends, they are always something more. Everyone around you whom you love, with every single bit of your heart, is family.

So it went. every month, it was a new name, and if by the end of the month I hadn't succeeded, I would be given half of what was offered and the case was closed, claimed as impossible. Sometimes I was paired up but I preferred to work alone. I have around 35 rules now, and the deal was made eleven months ago- March the third and today is Feb the third. Seven days until my birthday. I had just erased my ninth name from the list. We were in Australia and I was chillin', for a change, while deciding on the next name. I couldn't, so I let the twins choose, they closed their eyes and twins, being twins, threw two darts and they both chose the same one. Sarah Rider, age 31, drug dealer and famous politician. I would be paid $250,000 to get her name off the list, a little more than the normal... '*Hmmmm.....'* I thought, '*this could be difficult.'* I shrugged thinking this was no different from the others, little did I know, this mission was about to change my life forever...

My Name Is Eleanor Lily Bishop, And This Is My Story.

*A Secret From The Stars: There were once myths of falling stars, and just like those stars, we will fall, one at a time. But it is when we fall, that we get up and gather the courage to breathe again, live again and love again. We just have to keep on believing and together, we will thrive and survive. (This is where I got the name for my novel, I give you permission to use my quote, maybe you'll even get famous for it! That would be lovely.)*

Chapter Two

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