Red Falcon & Red Machete a Sonnet by Deborah Desoto:

Falcon Red Eye Machete totally hates the Venomous Twins through and through, but his option
is either join us or dies! Falcon Red Eye Machete can not relate to our form of justice, he is and
might never get it?

Even Still ; the Twins either put up with it or just kill him, maybe Falcon Red Eye Machete is
right we are good and evil in one package but Falcon Red Eye Machete is all for the rush the
money and the kill maybe he might be of use? Falcon Red Eye Machete is a great human as for
as death and hate Falcon Red Eye Machete choses the dark side although The Venomous Twins
chose him because he knew our dark side but love the good in us. Now , Falcon Red Eye
Machete went dark and is no use to the Twins . Death as they say is the Beginning . Whom shall
be the judge? Falcon Red Eye Machete and the Venomous Twins wants revenge but all we is
want is justice , is Justice and Revenge not the same thing? Falcon Red Eye Machete and the
Venomous Twins have a plan but most mortals choose not to carry what we as a whole plan out
, most humans hope for the useless government to help them, but no answer will do it, so we
made a pact to end evil no matter what!

Justice will prevail no matter the cost and all will remain is the dust and dirt and scum that all
will step on!!!! To fight evil is like Red Eye Machete, Toxic, and Electric, to become all evil and
all good one must know your enemy. Remember one thing, and one thing only; all that time and
blood and justice have no factor that will be done. Falcon Red Eye Machete will not wait for
things like time, nor care about the blood. Red Eye Machete cares only about Justice.
Choices, Everybody has choices. Red Eye Machete choose to go rogue even after the Venomous
Twins. Toxic and Electric taught Red Eye Machete that getting what you want is not the best
path. The Venomous Twins are getting the justice and revenge that they desired but at a cost. The
Venomous Twins both tasted the lust in victory for justice and revenge also the will not to kill for
nothing. Toxic wants more her lust for revenge grows strong day by day, while Electric has more
evil than her twin thought. All of us need to find more in us to control of desire we are to be the
ones that save the humans from themselves that is why we have these powers. The Venomous
twins are going to stop WHATEVER has planned and try to save him from himself, that means
we are going rogue like him but not for revenge, but for both justice and revenge only evil dies.
This path is so hard for the Venomous Twins, because we have seen to much feel too much for
mankind, but in the same respect we hate to much. Falcon Red Eye Machete kind is bloodline is
from Russia and German during the 1660's during the rule if Tsar Alexis.

Second version:

A deep animosity exists between Red Falcon Machete and the Venomous Twins, Toxic and Electric. Forced into an uneasy alliance under threat of death, Machete remains alienated by the Twins’ form of justice. His motivations—the rush, money, and killing—contrast sharply with their complex mission.
The Twins tolerate Machete, seeing his capacity for darkness as potentially useful, even though he chose that path fully. They initially valued his understanding of their own duality – the mix of good and evil they represented. But Machete’s complete descent into darkness has made him a liability.
Now, a central conflict emerges: Justice versus Revenge. Both Machete and the Twins pursue vengeance, but the Twins claim the mantle of justice. Are these concepts truly distinct? They are bound by a pact to eliminate evil where mortal efforts fail, believing justice must be served regardless of the bloody cost. Machete, impatient and ruthless, embodies this relentless pursuit.
Machete ultimately went rogue, ignoring the Twins’ teachings about measured action. While the Twins achieve victories, they grapple with the cost. Toxic’s vengeful desires grow, while Electric reveals unexpected depths of darkness. They recognize the need for self-control to fulfill their purpose of protecting humanity.
Consequently, the Twins must now hunt Machete, going rogue themselves. Their aim isn’t pure revenge, but a specific form of justice targeting only evil, even as they struggle with their own conflicting empathy and hatred.

The Raven’s Mirror

The Venomous bloodline began in the cold years of the 1640s, braided through England, France, and Greece. Time had taught them patience and cruelty in equal measure. By the present night the twins—Toxic and Electric—moved like weather: inevitable, charged, and impossible to ignore. They had learned justice the hard way, and they had learned how to love one another with the same ruthless clarity they reserved for their enemies.

We were not alone. Falcon Red Eye Machete carried her own history of judgment—an exile from a lineage that once answered to Tsars and emperors. She and the twins had walked a narrow road together, meting out punishment where the law failed. But alliances fray. Choices are knives. When Red Eye crossed a line and Toxic died, the world narrowed to a single, terrible axis: what does a sister do when the hand that struck down her twin once stood beside them?

Electric remembers the night in fragments: the rain that would not fall on Red Eye’s face, the way Samson and Princesses laughed as if the world were theirs to plunder. Samson—gaunt, white‑haired, and hungry—moved like a scavenger through the city’s underbelly. Princesses, pale and hollowed, wore hunger like a crown. They were predators who could pass for beggars or dogs, slipping between forms to sate an appetite that was never about blood alone but about domination. They had taken Toxic for reasons that made no sense and every kind of sense: cruelty, boredom, ritual. They had eaten, and in their feast left a sisterless silence.

Electric’s grief was a current. It ran through her bones and lit her hands. She could have become what the killers were—mindless, ravenous—but she had been raised on a different creed: justice tempered with mercy. That creed trembled now, a fragile thing between two storms. Red Eye had chosen darkness once; whether she had chosen it for good or for spite mattered less than the fact that Toxic was gone. The question that haunted Electric was not only who had killed her sister, but whether killing in return would save anything at all.

The city answered with its own mirror: the Ravens. Black Heart and the ravenous twins—black hair, green eyes, faces like winter glass—moved through alleys and opium dens, their motto a threat and a promise: harm the Raven twins and you will pay, in Heaven or Hell. The Ravens wanted chaos; they wanted to watch the world burn and count the ashes. Samson and Princesses fit easily into that hunger. They were small tyrants with a taste for spectacle, gorging on the weak and the wild alike, indifferent to the sanctity of life because they had never been taught to see it.

Electric hunted them not for sport but for balance. She and the surviving twin—her own pulse and mirror—decided to go rogue. They would not wait for the slow, corrupt machinery of human courts. They would not let the killers walk away because the world had grown soft with compromise. Yet even as she sharpened her resolve, Electric felt the pull of something older and darker: the Reaper, a bargain broker who listened to grief and answered with contracts. To call on such a thing was to risk everything. To refuse it was to risk nothing less than losing herself to a vengeance that would hollow her out.

Falcon Red Eye Machete, meanwhile, had her own ruin to reckon with. Once a figure of cold perfection, she had been stripped of power and pride. Her face bore the map of her fall—scars that had once been trophies now looked like the geography of regret. Where she had once judged and executed with a blade’s clean certainty, she now numbed the ache with the very vices she had once condemned. Her empire of light and order had decayed into a dim room and a quieter hunger. Yet beneath the ruin there remained a stubborn ember of conscience. She wanted justice for Toxic, but she had learned how easy it was to mistake retribution for righteousness.

The night the twins confronted Samson and Princesses, the city held its breath. Electric moved like lightning—fast, precise, and terrible. Samson and Princesses were clever in their cruelty, but they were not prepared for the cold, deliberate grief of someone who had nothing left to lose. The confrontation was brief and brutal; it was also merciful in its own way, for Electric spared the worst of the spectacle. She did not become the thing she hunted. She did not gorge herself on the same appetite that had taken her sister. She left Samson and Princesses broken and exposed, their hunger revealed as the small, pathetic thing it was.

But the world does not reward restraint with peace. Red Eye, haunted by her own choices, made a bargain with the Reaper—an exchange of favors and futures that would bind her to a fate she could not yet see. Electric, watching the pact unfold, felt the ground shift beneath her feet. The Reaper’s deals are never clean; they are contracts written in the margins of souls. To accept one is to trade certainty for power, and power for a debt that will be called in time.

In the days that followed, the city changed in small, insistent ways. The Ravens retreated to the shadows, licking wounds and plotting. Red Eye walked the streets with a new purpose, her face a map of what she had lost and what she might yet reclaim. Electric stood at the edge of the river and listened to the current, feeling the hum of something that was both promise and threat. She had avenged Toxic in part, but the victory tasted of iron and rain. Justice had been served, but at a cost that no ledger could fully account for.

There are nine levels to consequence and seven deadly sins to name, and the twins had touched them all. They had learned that punishment can be a mirror that shows you your own face, and that mercy can be a blade that cuts both ways. In the end, Electric understood that the true work was not in killing those who had wronged them, but in deciding what to become afterward.

She chose, for now, to keep her hands clean of the Reaper’s final signature. She would walk the city as a guardian and a judge, as a sister and a sentinel. She would carry Toxic’s memory like a live wire—dangerous, illuminating, and impossible to ignore. The pact with the Reaper remained a shadow at the edge of her life, a choice deferred but not denied. Somewhere in the dark, Red Eye’s bargain would come due. Somewhere else, Samson and Princesses would learn what it meant to be hunted by those who had nothing left to lose.

The Raven’s Mirror reflected all of it: the hunger, the grief, the small, stubborn mercy that kept the world from burning entirely. In that reflection Electric saw herself—flawed, furious, and still human enough to hesitate before the final strike. She had been given a terrible inheritance: a bloodline of judgment and a choice that would define the rest of her days. She would choose, again and again, to be more than the sum of her vengeance.