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She walked down the street. Sexy. Seductive. Dangerous. A predator. Her dark hair trailing down her back in luscious waves. Tight leather hugged her body.
“Hey babe, wanna go out?” Buff, big muscles small brain.
“No,” She replied, her voice void of any emotion, yet cruel. She continued her pace not skipping a beat. She was what every man wanted, until you saw what she really was. He continued on behind her, as she walked into a dark alley.
“Why not?” He asked.
“Because you’re dead?” She said.
“What,” was the last thing the man said. She pulled out her gun, holding it out as far away from her as she could. She aimed at his head and shot. The last thing the man saw was the tattoo, just above the woman’s waist on her back. ‘Predator’

I watched as the blood spilled. He lay face down on the ground. I crouched down by his head. I roughly grabbed his hair, lifting him off the ground. He hung from my hand motionless, his blood trickling down my hand.
“Too bad, we would have been perfect together… whatever can’t fix it now,” By his hair, I flung him toward the wall of the building to my left. The smell of blood hung in the air. I closed my eyes and sighed. In the distance I could hear the sirens. Time to leave. I leapt up onto a trash can. Crouching, I leapt into the air. The moon lit my path as I agilely leapt across the roof tops. I sat in a predatory crouch. Who shall be my next victim? I stood up; I could hear the pitter of silent feet behind me. I pretended not to hear them and slowly drew my gun. Bam I shot. Just a cat. I walked over to the cat and picked it up.
Its fur was matted. Foam oozed out of its mouth. Ew rabies. Good thing it didn’t bite me. Blood covered the fur around the gun shot. I threw the cat off the roof; I’ll let the dogs have it. I stayed on the roof, looking at the moon; I could hear the sirens of police cars in the city, my city. Looks like the police are due for a visit. I jumped off the building, soundlessly. I stood waiting for the police.
“Ma’am, hands up, drop your weapons.” A fat police man sat in the police car. I smiled; this was going to be easy. I turned around, putting on an innocent face.
“Do you really think I would have a weapon? I wouldn’t hurt a fly.” I walked toward him, seductively, like a Venus fly trap drawing in its prey. The officer gulped.
“How ‘bout I take you home,” he bumbled out. I said nothing, but walked to the passenger seat in the car.
“Are you religious?” I asked the police officer, laughing inside.
“Yes, Christian, why?”
“’Cause your about to meet your maker.” The police officer reached for his gun, but I was quicker. Bam.
“You’re pretty good,” A strong voice said from the backseat. I turned my gun to him. He was rugged, but rugged in a good way. His hands were handcuffed in front of him.
“Why shouldn’t I shoot you?” I asked.
“Because you need me.”
“I don’t need you. What could you do for me, and what would be in it for you?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Do you have a bobby pin; I would like to unlock my hands.” I dropped a pin in his hand. I heard a mechanical click, and then his strong hands were around my throat.
“Why shouldn’t I strangle you?” He asked, he applied no pressure, but he was serious, he would kill me.
“Why shouldn’t you?” He look puzzled, he was probably looking for some witty reply. He released the grip on my throat, but before I could do anything there was a knife at my neck. Wow, this guy's just full of himself. He could be useful though.
“What would you do if you were in this position?” He breathed in my ear.
“I don’t get into these positions,” I said calmly, my heart no missing a single beat.
“Not everyone is going to be as easy as the pervert, the cat, and the police officer. What would you do if you got into a position like this if it did happen?” Shit. He saw all that.
“This,” I my elbow back hard into his stomach; he groaned but kept the knife where it was. I used the opportunity, when his grip was least, to pry the knife out of his hand. I then put it to his neck. I to really close, our noses were almost touching, and looked him in the eye.
“What would you do?”
“This,” He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. Shocked, I relaxed my grip, it felt so good. Bad mistake.
“See you’re vulnerable to hot guys who know what they’re doing and get too close to you.” He pocketed the knife. “You need me.”
“What’s in it for you?” I asked, there is always a catch.
“I get to hang out with a hot girl without getting hurt.” He said calmly.
“I’m not so sure about that.” I slapped him as hard as I could, before he caught my wrist in his hand.
“Let’s go,” he said. He opened the car door and stepped out.

We walked down a dark alley, the windows were all boarded up, I kept my hand on my gun, anything could happen.
“Where are we going?” I asked he could be taking me to the police; this guy was too good to be true.
“Some where.” He replied.
“That’s helpful,” I replied sarcastically.
“You’re welcome, glad to be of service,” he chuckled.
“How do I know you’re not going to bring me to the police?” I questioned. He stopped and turned around. He opened his trench coat, and the inside of the jacket was coated with knifes, guns, grenades, any weapon you could think of.
“You really think I’m gonna take you to the police?” He asked. I gulped, he’s dangerous.
“What’s your name by the way?” I asked, “I mean, when I’m talking to you, what am I gonna say, ‘hey guy with the knifes?’”
“The names Dean, but call me X it sounds more dangerous. And what shall I call you.” He asked.
“Vi,” He nodded. We continued walking in silence, and then he stopped again. There was a small house that said ‘Legend’ on it. X knocked quickly, and a slit in the door opened. Two small eyes looked X over and then widened, quickly shut the slit and opened the door.
“Oh, X sorry, I didn’t realize it was you.” He looked at me, “Who’s the cutie?”
“You might want to stay out of her way, Mart, she’s just as dangerous as I am.” ‘Mart’ gulped. He looked around and then hustled us in. I could here music pumping, but I didn’t know where it was coming from. We walked over to the back of the room and as we walked I could hear the click of the locks behind us. X opened a door in front of me and we went in, there was a spiraling staircase. As we got lower the music got louder. We stepped on the staircase and x opened the door. It was basically a night club. The music pumped and people danced. I followed X over to the bar and we sat down. X ordered some alcoholic drink I had never heard of.
“And you miss?” The bartender asked.
“Just a water.” I said, now is the not the best time to be drunk. We both sat sipping our drinks. A drunken man waddled over to where I was sitting.
“He…ey… wan…na…na… dance?” He slurred. Under the table I aimed my gun and shot. Bam. Straight through his head.
“Let’s go,” X said. He dragged me by the wrist up the stairs. I stumbled up the stairs behind X.
“What the hell was that? You don’t need to shoot everyone who looks at you funny or asks you out.”
“Sorry, Mr. Perfect person.” We walked briskly down the street. It had started to rain and I was drenched. We finally stopped at a shut down store. X pulled a key out of his Trench coat pocket. I heard a mechanical click and the door opened. The interior wasn’t a five star hotel, it was more like a, some how, cozy weapons storage base. A group of men dressed in perfectly tailored suits sat in a corner.
“Hey boss.” One man said. Boss? Is he in the Mafia? The men left and X motioned for me to sit.
“You’re in the mafia?” I asked. X smiled.
“Of course. I’m a Mafia boss to be exact.” He smiled. Vi just sat spell bound. “Grimm, Reap, come here,” he said. Two girls came in. The taller one was about 18, and most of her face was covered by a black hood from her sweatshirt, and a sadistic smile. Along with a black sweatshirt, she wore black skinny jeans, and a pair of black studded flip-flops. The other one was a small girl, about 10, with messy dirty blonde hair. She wore a ripped black T-shirt, and a pair of ragged, muddy jeans; her feet were bare.
“Yea Boss, whadya want us to do? I hope it’s quick, I was enjoying a nice nap,” The smaller girl said, gruffly.
“Reap, I want you and Grimm to take Vi,” he said motioning towards me, “To the main weapons storage room. Test her, pick the right weapons for her, and get her suited.” Reap, the little one, rolled her eyes and sighed.
“Follow me.” She said as if she really didn’t want to be doing this. Grimm followed behind us. We entered a room with bullet proof windows all around it, but the windows only led to places where people could sit, not outside. There were only a couple people there.
“Weapon,” Reap said, holding out her hand. I blankly stared at her hand.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“Put your weapon, in my hand, do I really have to spell it out for you.” She said. She was treating me like a little child who pissed her off. She pissed me off. I handed her my weapon, and she looked at it. She chucked it at the window and the gun shattered. I have never seen a human throw that hard before, what is she?
“Grimm, get her a number hmm… no, get a 143, 76, and 37 and get a couple 7s and 9s while you’re at it, maybe a couple 3s.” Reap said, in a commanding voce. What the hell is she talking about? Grimm came out of a small room, swinging a large bag which she dropped by my feet. Reap reached in, and grabbed a random gun out of the bag. She handed me the gun, and walked about 20 feet in front of me.
“Now shoot me.” She said, spreading her arms out. Yes, I get to shoot her! I aimed well, and shot right at her heart. The gun had a massive kickback, I lost my balance
“Evaluation.” Reap said right before the bullet hit her. As the bullet hit her, a cloud of smoke rose. As the smoke lifted, I saw reap standing there perfectly fine.
“That gun has too much of a kick back for you.” These people are crazy, what have I gotten myself into?
“Grimm, give her the number 76”
“What if I don’t want to” Grimm sneered.
“Grimm, do what Reap says” I heard X’s voice from the other room Grimm settled down and handed me a machine gun. I shot it a couple times at Reap.
“Evaluation.” Reap said right before the bullet hit her. As the bullet hit her, a cloud of smoke rose. As the smoke lifted, I saw reap, again, standing there perfectly fine.
“I got it, Grimm, get her two 47s” Grimm went back into the room, and came back with two small pistols. I turned back to Reap. “shoot”
I shot, and everything went as normal, except at collision, the bullets created a huge explosion.
“Perfect, your new weapons are the machine gun and two pistols,” She said. X walked in and evaluated my weapons.
“So you gave her two 47s and the 76. Anyways, let’s hope those’re the right weapons for her, cause we got a job to do.”
“What’s it this time?”
“Well, the Serpentino family has surrounded HQ.”
“Them again?!?” Grimm sighed, from her perch on the window sill.
“Vi, you’re gonna come with us, this is your first mission. Shoot everyone who looks like a snake. Slanted eyes, green scaly skin…”
“Scaly skin?”
“They have the characteristics of snakes. Serpentine, means like a snake.” I never knew people could have scales. Grimm and reap followed X on his way out, and I trailed along as well. X had arranged a small group of better fighters.
“Grimm, open the door.” Grimm lifted her leg up and slammed it through the floor. X, the small group of people, Reap, Grimm, and myself walked down a small flight of stairs. Below was like a high-tech subway station. We entered the large train in the station and sat down. The seats were equipped with heavy duty seatbelts. I have never seen so many seatbelts. I fumbled with them, and then X reached over and buckled them for me. The train shot forward, and a voice came over the loud-speaker saying that we had achieved maximum velocity, and were now traveling at the speed of sound to HQ in Italy. Awkward elevator music was playing in the background. The train came to a quick stop, and despite the seatbelts, I fell into X’s lap. I righted myself, and X pretended that nothing had happened.
The doors opened and we exited into a clean train station. Above the train station, you could hear bombs going off and the ground shaking. We walked over to an elevator and went above ground. As we got higher, the sounds of bombs became more pronounced and screams could be heard. The elevator doors opened, and before us stood a gruesome fight. Dead bodies littered the ground; some were on fire some already burnt. Some people severely injured and on fire were writhing in pain on the floor. Grimm and I smiled simultaneously. This was our natural habitat. Grimm let out a maniacal cry, and died into the fight, knifes drawn like fangs. I pulled out my pistols and dived in as well. As I darted between the people fighting, blood splattered across my face. Snake-like people lunged at me, but were blown away by my bullets. Two of them came at me from each side. I jumped up and they collided with a great thud. I landed smoothly on their heads, smiling at the crunching noise beneath my stilettos. I walked farther into the battlefield. The farther I went, the stronger the people were. I guessed I’d go to the back of the field then. I saw someone coming toward me in my peripheral vision. He had long black hair hanging in a loose ponytail behind him. His eyes were not slanted, he was coming toward like an enemy, but he was pretty handsome. He lunged at me. I pointed my gun at him, but he slammed my hand out of the way so I shot someone else.
“That wasss a pretty ssssstrong sssshot there sssssweety.” He hissed. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to his body. His bare chest was cold against my exposed stomach, making me shiver. “Ssssuch a pretty girl sssshouldn’t be on the battlefield.” I started to reach for my other pistol, but the cold touch of his hand on my face stopped me. I closed my eyes and took a deep shaky breath.
“I’m pretty irressssisssstable.” He laughed, grabbing my other wrist. He quickly pushed me to the ground. I gasped as I hit the ground. The blood on the ground soaked p into my hair. He stood in front of me, and I aimed the knife in my heel and his crotch. He noticed was I was trying to do and stepped on my leg, lightly but hard enough to keep it down. “You’re pretty sssneaky. A knife in the sssshoe, pretty original.” He said, moving down so that his arms were by my head, and his legs were by my knees. His ponytail hung down almost low enough for me touch it. He brought his face down close to mine, his lips touched mine and I melted. I wanted him to hold me in his arms and to be with him forever. I don’t know why though. He leaned down again, and kissed me fully.
Suddenly, a shadow lunged at him, knocking him off of me, and it brought me back to reality. I looked up, and X was standing protectively over me.
“Lust, I told you to fucking stay away from new recruits.” X yelled.
“Bossss, I wasss jusssst having ssssome fun with her. I jusssst couldn’t ressssisssst.” Lust hissed.
“Goodness, can’t you spend your time protecting HQ instead of ‘having fun’ with the new recruit.”
“Ssssorry Bossss. I’ll do that now. Ssssee you later.” Just before he leapt into the fray, he winked at me.
“He can be so annoying sometimes.” X sighed.
“Why did you call him Lust?” I asked.
“He’s part of a specialized squad in our mafia, Los Diablo, called the Seven Deadly Sins. They are specialized in attacks based each on one of the seven deadly sins. He is lust.” He walked me back to the train station and told me to stay there. He thought the fight would not be good for me because I haven’t trained for his. I sat staring at the wall in front of me. It was silent for a while and then I heard someone eating chips. I looked around
To my left, there was a young man about my age, lounging a couple seats away from me eating a bag of chips. He was beautiful. He had shaggy blonde hair ending slightly past his shoulders. His tan trench coat dragged on the floor, moving with every breath he took. His bare chest was coated in scars, and he wore ragged jeans. He noticed me looking at him.
“Who’re you?” He asked, his mouth half- full of potato chips. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know what to say. “I’m sloth”
“Shouldn’t you be fighting?” I asked.
“X sent me here to watch over you. From what I’ve heard, Lust’s already had some fun with you.” He laughed. He seems like a good natured guy, but as he mentioned that name I was overcome with an odd feeling, was it regret, confusion, lust? I dragged myself away from my thoughts and back to reality. Sloth wasn’t where he had been sitting a few moments ago. I heard the rustling of his potato chip bag behind me and I turned around. The second I turned around, his lips met mine.
“Now you’ve officially kissed three people in this mafia.” He laughed. I scowled and he laughed again. I think his laughing is contagious, because I started laughing to. He reclined again, and resumed his chip eating. Eventually we both fell asleep. He fell asleep first, which I found inevitable yet ironic. I mean, he is Sloth, but he was supposed to guard me and I ended up shooting 12 people in the head, trying to attack. When I fell asleep, my head was in his lap. When I woke up, we were on the train, and my head was in Sloth’s lap still. As soon as I realized my head was in his lap I jerked upright. Sloth chuckled.
“Did you have a pleassssant sssleep Vi?” Lust hissed. The train was starting to stop, and I glared at him. The train stopped, and I jerked toward sloth, but I did not fall. It wasn’t HQ but it wasn’t back home. X noticed my confused expression.
“You are going to be training with the Seven Deadly Sins, so we can tell if you are compatible to be Diablo’s Angela. It is the position right below boss. There is only one every generation.”
“We’ll have sssso much fun.” Lust hissed softly. I hope there are at least a couple girls. X got back on the train.
“See you later.” He said as the train doors closed. I watched the train go away. Oh great, I’m stuck with these two. They saw my distress, and Sloth laughed and patted me on the back.
“Onward!” He yelled. We walked through the train station. It was made completely out of bricks and had plaster arches high above our heads. It was pretty much empty, so our footsteps echoed through the station. At the far side of the station were a set of double doors. Lust pushed them open. Inside, there were five gorgeous people staring at me. Three guys and two girls, I guessed these were the rest of the Seven Deadly Sins. Sloth gently pushed me forward. I blushed. Geez, why does it have to be so awkward? Sloth put his arm around my shoulder.
“Guys this is Vi, X gave us orders to train her for the position of Diablo’s Angela.” Sloth said, too enthusiastically for someone called sloth. One of the girls shifted. She had long shaggy blonde hair, and vaguely resembled sloth. She was sprawled on a white couch with half a cookie in her mouth and a bag of chips in her hand. She was wearing a black and white striped one sleeved top, and her exposed stomach was covered in bandages. Her black skinny jeans were ripped at the knee, and she wore black and white converse. She stood up and walked over to me.
“Brother what the hell have you done to her, she looks scared out of her mind?” She said to Sloth.
“I told you not to call me that in public, Gluttony. Plus, I didn’t do a thing! If you guys weren’t staring at her she would be fine.” Sloth replied back. Gluttony ignored him. She switched the bag of chips in her right hand to her left hand and stuck out her right.
“I’m Gluttony; excuse my brother for his ignorance.” I grabbed her hand and shook it.
“It’s ok, I don’t mind. I’m Vi.” I let go of her hand, and I saw the other girl come over. Her long black hair with blood red highlights flowed loosely under a black fedora with a red satin ribbon tied around the middle. She wore a white short sleeve dress shirt under a black pinstriped vest with black Capri’s, and strapped stilettos. She stuck out a white bloodstained glove and looked at me in the eye with her red eyes.
“I’m Wrath.” She said. I shook her hand.
“I’m Vi.”
“She’s interesting.” She muttered to herself. Gluttony grabbed my arm.
“Okay, she’s probably tired; you can introduce yourselves during your private training sections” She dragged me into a side room.
“Wow, all the boys are all over you all ready.” She said. She was silent. “This is your room. Feel free to customize it however you want, Hell, you could even paint the walls. So if you wake up one night and you see someone in the room who is obviously masculine, feel free to break his nose. Tomorrow, we’re going to get you organized, go shopping, fix up your room, etc. Then your schedule will go the day after tomorrow, Monday: Training with wrath and myself. Tuesday: Lust and Sloth. Wednesday: Pride and Envy. Thursday: Greed, and self training. The Friday through Sunday you have free time.” I nodded. “If you need anything, I’m next door.” I nodded again and she left. It was a plain white room with a crappy little bed by the far wall. There were no windows because we were underground. The floor was covered in black tiles, and after examining the room I realized how big this room was. It was the size of motel plaza. And it had stairs leading up. I decided to explore later. I was kind of tired. It was silent outside of my room except for the silent chatter of everyone returning to their rooms. I lay on top of the sheets of the bed; I was too lazy to pull them back. Sloth is rubbing off on me.
I closed my eyes and drifted off.
The next morning I woke up, and Gluttony was sitting cross-legged at the front of my bed with a bag of chips in her hand.
“G’mornin’.” She said. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. “You ready for breakfast?” She asked. I nodded and got up. I followed her as she walked along windy halls. Finally we came to a nice dinning hall. She led me to two seats. I sat in silence as Gluttony filled up my and her plate. I ate as everyone laughed. Afterwards, Gluttony grabbed some money, and we hopped on the train. I had already fiured out the seatbelts, and how to keep myself stable. The train stopped and we got off. A large sign greeted us as we got off the train. It read: Mafia Mall.
“There is seriously a mafia mall?” I asked.
“Ya, It doesn’t have any cheap girlie stores either.” She grinned. “Today we should go clothes shopping; you need something to wear for training.” I nodded. We walked through the station to double doors. We walked in, and there were all these stores. I started to look, but Gluttony pulled me into a store. I looked through the racks, as Gluttony pulled out things and held them up to me. After a while, we had accumulated quite a lot of clothes, and Gluttony pushed me into a dressing room. The first outfit she had chosen was a tight, white, blood-stained, button-down shirt with black skinny jeans, and black gloves. I walked out of the dressing room and Gluttony shook her head.
“Keep the skinny jeans and gloves and try the plain button down shirt with a black tie.” I went back in to try it on and I came back out. Gluttony, stroked her chin comically, and walked over. She pushed up the sleeves to my elbow. She nodded. It went like this for another couple hours and then we went home. When we got back, Sloth and Lust were moving something big, covered in a blanket into my room.
“What’s that?” I asked. Lust chuckled.
“It’sssss a ssssssecret.” I followed them into my room, as they carefully set it down in my room. While I was gone, they had painted my room blood red. They had also switched out the bed for a large four poster bed with black satin curtains. Gluttony pointed toward the object that had been covered. It was a black vanity with a white marble top. The small little bench was black with a white satin cushion.
“It’s pretty nice huh?” Sloth said. He picked me up and cradled me like a baby as he ran up the stairs. He set me down. It was just a large empty room. They hadn’t done anything with it.
“This room, you can do anything with. You could even make it a room dedicated to how much you love me.” He winked. I elbowed him in the stomach. He doubled over, and Lust chuckled. I smiled. I guess this is my new family now.
“It’s time for dinner, shall we?” Sloth asked looking at Lust. Lust grabbed my arms, and sloth grabbed my legs, and they carried me all the way to dinner. On the way, we passed Gluttony, she smiled and followed us. Wrath just sneered at us when we passed her. For the first time in my life, I felt at home. Dinner was better than yesterday’s dinner. I laughed and talked with Sloth, Gluttony, and Lust. After dinner, it was like 10. So I walked back to my room. I had to get some sleep before training tomorrow. I walked into the room, and just lay on the bed, I was so tired, so I couldn’t really do anything more. That night I dreamed about my childhood.
“Vi is so weird. I hear that she’s really smart to. I mean, she’s only five and she’s in second grade. Is she like a super freak?” They always talked about me like that when I was little. I would go home, to abusive parents who called me a devil child. That was the first time I killed.
That day had been especially bad. The school bullies had pushed me into a muddy puddle, and the teacher gave me a timeout for hitting them. When I went home that afternoon, my father was drunk and tried to molest me and he hit me with empty beer bottles over my head. That night, when everyone was asleep, I took my dads emergency pistol and a couple of kitchen knifes. I snuck into my parents’ room. My dad was uttering to himself and my mom was snoring and farting. I thrust one of the kitchen knifes into my moms heart, twisting it as it went deeper. I had then made sure my dad was still asleep before cutting out his organs and scattering them around the house. I went to school that day. I killed all of the kids in my class and anyone else who had ever called me a freak. They could all burn in hell. I watched as their eyes slowly rolled back, and I carved FREAK into all of their foreheads in crude handwriting. I never had belonged. That’s why I killed, because no one cared for me. The dream changed over to pictures of today. I felt like I belonged. That morning when I woke up gluttony’s face was inches away from mine.
“Good Morning! You ready for training?” She yelled. I groaned rubbing my eyes. I was really hungry.
“Food,” I groaned. Gluttony handed me a plate of food. “Breakfast in bed, nice.” I ate quickly, I as super hungry and the food was good.
“So first off, you are going to be training with wrath. She specializes in hand to hand and close range combat. When you enter the room, she will not give you any time to look around. She will immediately lunge at you. She will either have knives or swords. No long range weapons. If you go in with long or medium range weapons, she will disarm you. I know you don’t have any close range weapons, that’s why I got you these.” She pulled out two knifes. One with a black hilt and white blade, and one with a white hilt and black blade. “When you’re fighting with these, the only way to make them work perfectly is to poor murderous intent into them. They will then start to glow red. Try it.” She handed me the knifes and I thought of all the people who had hurt me when I was little. I felt like killing someone.
“Goodness, you have a terrifying murderous intent.” She gasped. “ These knives now accept you. If you throw or lose them, they will comeback.. Each of these knives has the ability to change shape, determined by the weapon. Once you completely sync with the weapons they will transform.”
“Ok, I got it.” I opened the door to the training area, and was attacked immediately. I kicked Wrath back and she slammed into the back wall.
“Oh yeah, forgot to mention, those knifes give you extra strength.” Gluttony said before leaving. Wrath immediately stood up, snarling. Her black hair, had now turned red, and was wild around her head. Her eyes were wide in a violent frenzy. She lunged at me. Fuck, she’s fast. She had her knives at me. Their was no hesitation in her eyes. She was trying to kill me. I made a large arc with one of my knifes toward her chest. It ripped the cloth, and black blood poured out of the wound. She screeched. She sounded like a wild cat. She lunged again, and I jabbed forward with my knife, and she dodged perfectly, her fist collided with my stomach. I flew toward the front wall. I started to stand up, but she lunged at me again. I closed my eyes. Fuck, I’m too weak. I remember when I was little, four to be exact, I had only one friend. Her name was Sarah. We were best friends. One day, she came over to my house, and my father was on a drunken rampage. He was running around the house with a broken bottle in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other. My mother was sobbing on the floor with a big gash across her face. My father started to come at me, and I stumbled and fell back ward. Sarah stood in front of me as my dad tried to hit me with the knife. It went straight into Sarah’s fore head. She collapsed. The blood oozed out of her wound, I crawled over to her body. I shook her dead body, telling her to wake up and that I didn’t think this was funny. I was too weak to protect her. I opened my eyes again, and I wasn’t sitting on the floor. I was hovering above the ground. I had a thorny halo above my head, and black angel’s wings. I couldn’t see the rest of me, but I could see people peering in through the door. Wrath shook her head, and snarled. She tilted her head back and swallowed one of her knives. Fur started coming out from her skin everywhere. Her teeth elongated into fangs, and ears and a tail appeared. She looked like a person covered with the skin of a tiger.
“I am Tigre de Diablo” She snarled, her voice barely human. A voice inside my head spoke outloud for me.
“I am Diablo’s Angel!” I yelled. Wrath got ready to pounce. I saw her move even before it happened, so I dodged easily, and stabbed her in the side as she passed me by. She fell, and hit the floor with a thud. I dove down, and landed gracefully next to her. I grabbed the knife, and forced my murderous intent into the knife. Wrath twitched, and the fur started to fade back into her skin. She changed back into her normal self. She coughed up her knife, and I pulled my knife out of her side and sat down. The door burst open.
“Vi! This is a fucking emergency! Gluttony has been arrested!” X yelled, slamming the door open. He started to yell again.
“What the hell did you do to wrath?” He asked. “ I mean, we can fix it, but wow, you’re already this good?!?” I shrugged.
“How was Gluttony arrested?”
“She was out grabbing a few extra things before training with you and someone a police man recognized her from her wanted poster and grabbed her.” X said.
“What do we do?!? We have to get her!” I yelled.
“I have an idea, but it will only work if you don’t mind a bounty on your head.” X said.
“I guess it’s worth getting Gluttony back, and being in the mafia means I’m gonna get a bounty eventually. So what’s the plan?” I asked.
“We are, in essence, going to burst in with our guns blazing, and grab her.”
“I guess that could work, I guess we can go with it.” I said.
“We should let Wrath rest, boy you really hit her hard.” He said glancing toward wrath. He walked briskly toward the door, and opened it for two people with a stretcher. They grabbed wrath and left. He held the door open for me, and we headed to the surface. There was a small elevator that shot us up. It opened in the back room of a small bar. X walked through the small room and into the main bar with me following him. The bartender greeted him, and x replied with a simple nod of acknowledgement. We walked out of the bar and onto the street. X pulled his black fedora over his eyes.
“Cover your face.” He said quietly. I had never seen X this catious before. I put on a pair of dark sunglasses. We walked quietly down a dark alley toward the back of a tall grey building with barred windows. X put his finger to his lips, and we snuck around.
“Blast it open.” X said. I kicked the wall with all my might not removing my hands from their place in my jean pockets. The inmate whose cell wall I had destroyed just stared as I slowly lowered my leg back to my normal standing position. He saw by the look on my face that I meant business and left quickly. We walked slowly toward the front of the cell. I smiled at the horrified looks of the other inmates as I easily kicked the gate off of it’s hinge. An alarm sounded, and about 20 police men with bullet proof shields came to meet us. My hand slowly moved by itself toward one of my knifes. I had no control over it. I plunged the knife straight into my heart, the police officers walked as the black from the hilt of the knife seeped into my skin, my whole skin turned a sickly shade of gray. Two black angels wings burst out of my back, and a thorny halo floated above my head. I saw what the police saw of me. They saw the white’s of my eye become black and my pupils became red. One of them was intrepid enough to attempt to shoot me. I stopped the bullet with my finger and flicked it back. It went through three bullet proof shields and police men.
“Wh-h-h-o a-are you?” One of the police men asked.
“ I am Diablo’s Angel.” I took in a deep breath, and let it out quickly. Two blood stained chains shot out toward the police men. “Restrict” The chains tightened and I watched their faces turning blue I let the chains go as I felt their heartbeats stop.
“I don’t think you’re going to need my training today.” I heard a familiar voice. I turned to see Gluttony sitting in her cell smiling. I spit another set of chains at the door and ripped it off. Gluttony exited. “You officially are going to have a bounty on your head.”
“I know,” I smiled. We walked back to the bar, and went back down to the base. We got back down to the base, and I walked into my room and plopped onto the bed. I was bored. It’s a feeling I get after killing a lot of people. The next morning I woke up with the sun in my eyes. I got up, gluttony had left breakfast on my bed. I ate quickly in silence. On the way to the training room, I didn’t see anyone. They were probably still asleep. I opened the door to the training room, and there, instead of Lust who was supposed to be training me, were Reap and Gluttony. I stood there confused for a moment.
“You were expecting Lust weren’t you?” Reap asked rhetorically, “Well, you’ve got a very important mission. In a public high school in New York, we have discovered that one of our assassination targets is teaching there. This woman knows all of our secrets, we can not let those get out, and hence she must die. To kill her, though, we must go under the guise of three high school girls in eleventh grade.” She paused to pull two cards out of her pockets. She gave one to Gluttony and the other to me.
“What’s this?” Gluttony asked.
“Fake id’s, we will need them. Gluttony started laughing. “What’s so funny?” Reap snapped. Vi caught on and started laughing. In between teary laughs, Gluttony responded.
“How are you going to pass as an eleventh grader?” Gluttony was rolling on the floor laughing, and I was holding my stomach, I was laughing so hard I was cramping. We calmed down a little, and Reap crossed her arms.
“I’m not as young as you think I am.” She pouted.
“Oh really?” Gluttony said, “ How old are you then?”
“17” We were silent.
“Holy fuck! You’re 17?!? I thought you were 10! “ Gluttony yelled.
“You’re still not going to be able to pass as an 11th grader.” I whispered. Gluttony started laughing again. Reap pretended to ignore us. She stood up and started walking toward the train station. Gluttony looked at me momentarily with an excited look on her face.
“Back to school shopping!” She yelled, running onto the train.
“Gluttony’s right, Vi, you can’t go to school wearing leather or stilettos. Also, we are going to stop by our disguise artist, before we go to New York. Oh yeah,” She said pulling out a roll of paper, she handed it to me. “You have a bounty.” I unrolled the piece of paper. There was a picture of myself. Wanted Dead or Alive “Diablo’s Angel” $100k there were two pictures of me. One of me in my angel form, another of me normally. I chuckled. The train stopped and we exited.
The train station wasn’t really a train station, it was just a set of stairs leading up. We walked up the stairs and found ourselves in the middle of a forest, there was a small log cabin a couple yards ahead of us. The log cabin was relatively big. Reap knocked on the door. A small slit in the door opened up and a pair of soft eyes looked out. They saw Gluttony.
“Oh, Gluttony, how nice of you to come see me… and uh R eap too I see. Who’s you’re little friend?” The woman said opening a door, she had a youthful look, but gray hair. She motiond us in, looked around outside timidly and closed the door. The interior of the cabin looked much more like a makeup studio. “So who are you trying to look like this time?” She asked Gluttony, it looked like she hadn’t had good experiences with Reap.
“11th graders.” Reap said.
“Interesting,” the woman said, coughing to cover her laugh. Reap handed her all three of our wanted posters. “You must not be identifiable.” She muttered to herself. She opened a door and motioned us to come with her. We walked down a metal staircase.
As I looked around I saw what looked to be a make-up and hair-dressing studio.
“Okay ladies, if you look at your fake identities, you can see that the only thing missing is your picture. Who you will be, what you will where, and what type of person you will be has either already been chosen or based on your personality. What we are doing today is providing that picture.” She said grabbing reap and put her in a chair.
“I am using special hair dyes and such that will last longer, or shorter in some cases, than they normally would. Oh, don’t just laze about though, at least sit down.”
Gluttony and I sat down. Gluttony reached for a newspaper that was sitting around and pointed to the headline.
“Hey Vi, you’re on the front page.” She laughed. “It took me about a month to get on the front page, and here, you’ve done it in a couple of days.” I smiled as Gluttony continued reading. “ ‘Diablo’s Angel or should we say ‘The angel of death’,’ the title says, ‘September 10th, an angel from Hell ‘visited’ the least impervious prison in the whole mid-western region of America, where Gluttony was being held while a place was cleared for her in a more secure prison. Her visit, as far as we can see, was a rescue mission to retrieve Gluttony, a well-known mafia member with a bounty at almost one million dollars. As we can see by pictures pulled from security videos, she went in with the boss of the Diablo family, X.’ It goes on and on about this crap for a while.”
“Ta da!” The woman said turning Reap around in the chair.
“Holy crap! Lauren what did you do to her?” Gluttony yelled.
“Well, I always give her similar disguises; she always looks like this on missions.” I studied what used to be Reap. She had black pigtails and red eyes. Her tan skin had been lightened, to an ivory color. Lauren took a knife similar to ours, and threw it at a closet door. Two little elves popped out of the door where the knife had sunk in. “Pippi, help Reap pick out some clothes and put them in a suitcase. Poppo, would you mind giving Gluttony the usual? Thank you both.” The little things nodded with a squeek and then bounded off.
Ok, Vi, this is your first time with the disguises, I presume.” Lauren said, I nodded. “What I am going to be doing, is im gonna straighten your hair, which will stay for a month unless you come back to me and I’ll fix it. I am also going to color your eyes with a special dye that is just like the hair straightening. I also will darken your skin a little, you’re pretty pale, and that’s about it” I nodded, and she started working with my hair and such, no conversation, so I just lost myself in my thoughts.
After thinking for a while she told me I was finished. I nodded approvingly, she had straightened my hair darkened my skin to a nice tan color, and my eyes were red. She then took me into the same room. She quickly pulled out some clothes, every once and a while holding it up to me, and handed me a full suitcase. Gluttony came in two, she hadn’t been changed much, she had tanner skin again and brown hair instead of blonde. Lauren handed us our redone I.D’s that she had stolen at some time or another and we left. We got in a car that was waiting for us outside and were driven to a small city nearby. We stood there for a minute, taking in th eveiw of a city, when suddenly Gluttony started squeeling.
“Holy fuck! There’s a circus in ten minutes!!!! We gotta go!”
“Why the frick do you want to go to a circus?” Reap growled, before stopping to ponder. “Actually, this may prove interesting, we’ll go.” I nodded, it looked like I had no say in the matter. Gluttony started skipping down the street in the direction of the circus, so we followed. At the circus, we found seats at the very back and waited for the show to start.
A girl stood outside of the circus, watching three girls enter. Her blond hair was in pictails, and the ends were dyed black. Her shirt was a red cut off shirt that said devil across it. It covered a fishnet shirt. Along with that, she had grey baggy pants. All circuses end up all wrong in this town, the local mafia, clowns mafia, always sabotages the clown act. The girl finds this amusing, but tonight will be different. One of those girls knows something. She hasn’t seen the girls before, ever. She enters the circus, and sits down, the same row as the girls, but farther away. She felt the urge to watch them.
The circus started, and I sat bored. Gluttony was enjoying it, I was bored. I’ve never been that bored. Finally, the ring master came out. His eyes searched the crowd, resting on me.
“Young lady, would you please join me down here?” He said. I dutifully got up, and walked down, the spot light following me as I walked down.
“And now, drum roll please,” He said directing a drum roll, with his arm around my shoulder in a comforting gesture. “Please welcome the clowns!” The room grew silent as the spotlights moved to the curtain where the acts had been coming in from. Suddenly, a dead clown, hanging from a noose, dropped from the ceiling. The crowd screamed. Next, ten men came out of the curtain. There faces were covered in black and white clown makeup and splattered blood, each of them dragged a dead clown in one hand while carrying some sort of gun in the other. One of the clowns shot up.
“We told you, you people, that no circuses were to come to this town. “ One of them started, walking toward me. “And what do we have here, is this a circus I see?” He continued, running his hand down my cheek. I looked at Reap quickly, and she nodded. I decided to have a little fun with these guys.
“I’m sorry, mister, but could you please take your hand off of my face?” I asked putting on a fake pouty face.
“And why should I?” He said, grabbing my chin. My face was a couple inches, no centimeters away from his.
“Because I might have to get violent.” I said, pulling out my knife and shoving it through his stomach, slowly twisting it. He coughed blood on my shirt, and fell limply onto the floor. One of the men tore his eyes away from his dead friend bleeding on the floor, and grabbed my knife away from me, shoving it into my side. He stared horrified as I started my transformation. During this, Reap and Gluttony came down. They didn’t do anything, they were just there, watching me. I dodged as the men emptied there guns trying to shoot me. Once they stopped, I grasped my dagger, bearing it outward like a fang. I dove foreword, driving the knife into the first person in front of me. I pulled my dagger off, watching the body fall to the floor. More people started screaming, not because of the clowns, because of me. The men continued to shoot at me, and I blocked with my wings. The bullets bounced off, nailing each man in the fore head, only one remained. I looked at Reap who motioned for me to wait. She walked toward the last man.
“Are you kidding me, all my comrades are killed by the flying witch, and I g a ten year old?” The guy said, exasperated. Reap was pissed. He was about to continue to speak, when he found strong hands around his neck.
“Well, this ‘little girl’ would really like to kick your ass, but she can’t because we would like you to deliver a message to your little ringmaster back at your headquarters. Tell her that the devil is coming for her.” Reap said, before letting the man go. The man stumbled away, and stood there, terrified. Gluttony chuckled, pulling out a gun.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” she smiled. I looked at her confused. She started to shoot at his heels, making him run all the way out of the circus.
“Really?” Reap asked. Gluttony nodded, giggling. Suddenly, the lights flickered. A maniacal laughter resounded around the tent.
“You, petty criminals, think that such weaklings like you could really stand up to real miscreants like us?” The voice rasped. “You think, that The Devil can beat the Ringmaster? Don’t make me laugh.” The voice laughed anyways. “You think, that just because you, you worms, defeated the lower ranks of our Mafia that you can defeat our Ringmaster? I come with a message from our Ringmaster. She says to have the strongest one with you to fight me and, if you win, she will acknowledge you as more than just dirt under foot.”
“Well,” Gluttony said jokingly “We can’t really fight you if your hiding from us. Are you afraid of the, oh what did you call us, worms?” I looked around, only one girl stood in the whole tent, the rest had fled. He was definitely not the one who was speaking, but she was interesting. siz its sooooo long!