Shall we watch the city burn?

Shall we plead for insanity together?

Shall we create our own path?

Shall we finally free ourselves?

Should I free myself?

Should I?

~

The city is filled with strangers.

The world is an even larger place of even more strangers.

Every human is broken in their own way.

Every person is faceless and nameless to the next.

All humans go about their lives passing the same people every day, talking to, or ignoring, the same people every day.

All humans pretend like their life means more than the next,

Yet not everyone feels that way.

Everyone rushes through the day like they have to be somewhere, when in reality they could stop for a minute and look around.

All humans are interesting in their own ways.

And boring in their own ways too.

I watch over each and every life in the city, some more than others;

I know what’s going to happen next, when it’s going to happen, where it’s going to happen and who is going to make it happen.

I know more about people’s personal lives than I do my own.

I hold the key to a greater amount of information in my own mind,

And,

People pay me for it.

When people say that the mayor runs the city or the president runs the country

I laugh.

In times of need who do they go to?

Nothing or no one legal, I can tell you that.

They come to me.

Who can swiftly and simply find dirt on them and broadcast it?

Ruin their reputation?

Me.

People insist that I’m a cruel being without feeling, without morals,

It may be true.

Sometimes I believe it’s true.

Some others haven’t seen that mask I wear, but

No one has seen me without it.

My mask scares people, disgusts people,

People hate me because of it,

They hate me for more than that too,

My actions, my way of doing things,

The amount of control I have on their lives, making them completely vulnerable,

The information I have.

And yet,

They always come back to me, always want more, and always need more...

Petty creature’s humans are, but who am I to judge? Who am I to hold all this information? Who am I?

I am The Informant. The monster.

2: Midnight Cityscape

Midnight Cityscape

The rain softly landed on the apartment building, humid air leaking through the barely cracked open windows.

Everyone was asleep, whether passed out on the couch or on their beds, they slept.

All but one...

I sat with my eyes closed, listening to the muffled noised of the city below as I hummed a quiet and slow tune.

My red irises glowed in the darkness of my apartment; the only light was a repetitive flash coming from my phone and the city buildings outside.

I studied the shouting drunks eleven stories down, my tired eyes blinking as I let off a sigh.

‘Humans are so interesting’ I thought, my eyes then moved to the busier road only a couple blocks away.

Cars rushing to their unknown destination as their drivers are fighting to stay awake at the horrible hour.

Personally I love the Midnight Cityscape.

A crooked Cheshire smile carved its way on my face.

This world is filled with interesting people doing the same boring things every day; I stray from the normalcy of the human life and follow my own path.

But I’m labeled cruel.

Labeled a demon and a monster.

I can’t blame them, I guess, but is it truly that horrible to enjoy the psychology of many others and the philosophical outcomes of a situation? The predictable and unpredictable endings to each and every different situation?

Is it horrible to love, yet absolutely hate the human race?

It isn’t normal, I know, I’ve been clearly informed by many that my thoughts and ways aren’t normal.

But then again, what is normal?

How do you know you’re ‘normal’?

“I’m not crazy my reality is just different than yours.” Isn’t that how the saying goes?

I found my eyes back on the small group of drunks attempting to waddle their way home; probably will attempt to avoid their girlfriends or wives in the end.

The rain had started to go a little stronger and the group disappeared down another alley.

I leaned back in my office chair, wondering how long I had been staring out side.

The higher class apartments have a large amount of windows, practically both floors of my apartment are covered in them, from the floor to ceiling; I didn’t mind really, I enjoy the view of the city, it’s calming in a way.

I rolled my black sleeves up to my elbows and intertwined my fingers together before placing my hands back in my lap.

The humid breeze had picked up and was blowing the rain into the glass of the window a little stronger.

I started humming again as I spun my chair and looked around the first floor of my apartment, dark.

I found no actual reason to have the lights on; there was no need to bring up the electricity bill when I wasn’t going to be needing the main lights anyway.

Across from my desk was my front door; towards the left of me, right of entering the front, was another desk that belongs to my assistant, who, at this moment, was enjoying her somewhat paid vacation at some place in the world.

“Tch” I hissed.

And looked to my right opposite of her desk and into the kitchen, it was difficult to see certain things in the dark but I knew where everything was, after all it’s my apartment.

I was debating on whether or not I should get up and sit on the couch for a while; I looked directly to my right into the living room and to my fairly large couch, and wondered whether or not it’d be worth the move.

I sighed at the thought, and looked back at my blank computer and away from the open concept of my apartment.

I really need to stop distracting myself.

Silence.

I blinked a few times before turning back around to the Midnight Cityscape.

Looking into the sky I spotted a lone star, shining very dimly and brokenly.

I smiled softly this time.

Stars are something’s that I’ve always loved, regrettably I don’t get to see them very much, the city lights always cancle them out and make it impossible to even imagine they’re there.

I sighed again, I was really just stalling, and I knew that.

Rolling my eyes at the thought of working I leaned back on my chair again.

‘Why does gathering information have to take so long? And why does it have to be so boring some times? ~’ I thought with a slight whine escaping my mouth.

‘Why is it that there’s only boring jobs lately?’

I hummed again and nibbled on my lip out of irritation.

“Boring~” I complained to my empty living space.

“Why is it so boring~?” I said a little over dramatically.

I ended up closing my eyes again, irritation settling in my stomach, everything is boring lately, all my jobs, all the reactions I get from the situations I create.

‘Even my darling monster is boring me...’ I thought with a dreadful sigh.

I guess I had started drifting off to sleep because when my computer let off a ping I jumped slightly.

Reluctantly I turned around to where my two Lap tops and my desk top computers sat along with files from cases I was half-heartedly ‘working’ on.

I moved my mouse as I leaned on my hand, my baggy eyes forced to adjust to the bright light once again.

An e-mail from Shea...

That was a surprise.

Shea is a business partner, he finds me some of the high end jobs, in many ways he can be a ‘boss’ he gets money from the clients just like I do, he also supplies me with different ways to find information if I choose that.

Though I’m more of the type to find my own information unless absolute necessary...

I blinked a few times out of curiosity and pressed a few keys to get the e-mail to pop up.

As soon as I saw the title I found myself frozen in shock, shock soon turned into a smirk and the smirk turned into maniacal laughing that I couldn’t quite control.

I held my pained stomach from how hard I was laughing, not even caring to keep it silent for my neighbors.

When I finally calmed down and caught my breath I completely read through the e-mail, still letting off a stifled chuckle every now and then.

I yawned and stretched before standing up and closing my lap tops and turning off my desk top.

“Shea’s going to need me at my top ability tomorrow~” I chuckled darkly at the memory of the simple e-mail.

After gripping my phone I started for the stairs to the upper level stopping to stare out at the city, “Good night, oh wonderful, new, client. Good night.” I stated my voice still dry and dark.

I made my way up the stairs without a flaw in my steps, without tripping or faltering in the slightest way.

About half way up I closed my eyes, finding no point to keep them open, the darkness will be darkness no matter if your eyes are open or closed.

Though.

I’ve never needed my sight in the shadows.

I smirked at the thought

I’m one with the shadows as Vito is one with strength.

My smirked widened into the chaotic smile at the thought of the monster.

Maybe things won’t be as boring anymore.

I drifted off to my right and placed my hand on the knob on my bedroom door.

I left the darkness for an even darker place; the windows and balcony of my room were covered by black drapes.

My eyes adjusted slightly, enough to see the forms and shapes of objects, the one thing that greeted me the most was the shape of my king sized bed.

I walked towards its direction, tossing my phone onto the soft covers before I looked up above it.

A mirror hung nicely over the bed, my assistant had bought it for me a while ago, saying I need more decorations in the apartment; I didn’t want to argue so I allowed it.

When I looked into the mirror I was greeted by the glow of my odd crimson eyes, and a tint of my pale skin.

I smirked only slightly before I let my over tired body fall to the plush bed and silk sheets, I began questioning when the last time I had actually had a good night’s rest, figuring it was far too long ago to remember I decided to fall to the next thing:

When was the last time I closed my eyes for something more than a two hour nap?

It’s been weeks.

Three maybe four weeks?

I didn’t know, and I didn’t care, really, not at this moment, because now I was comfortably laying on my bed even though I was still dressed in black jeans and a long sleeve shirt I was actually fairly comfortable. I smiled into my bed and hummed out a different, much slower, tune as the rain helped me find my way to slumber.

The beating of the rain slowed down to a soft dribble and matched with my heart beat, which was surprisingly calming right now; the comfortably warm room helped a lot in finding sleep.

Though as it started accepting me I became uncomfortable with my mind, begging that tonight I could be granted with a calm, dreamless sleep and avoid any and every nightmares... begging for peace...

 

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Authors note:

The story will hopefully be updated on a weekly basis, or quicker depending (if my school work isn't so bad) I finished the book today, it has 33 chapters and there is going to be a second book (as well as a prequel) the second book, when I start publishing it will be called 'The Black King' and the prequel is 'The Shadow' just so you all know. (no worries, the prequel does NOT need to be read first, it just will explain some things in the story)

The only reason that I'm not putting it all out right now is because I'm doing some touch ups to the chapters since I started writing it last year (or in 2012, not sure, aha) Also, a warning is that the main character, Narcis, is Bisexual so there is some guy pairing but it's not focused on it (since this isn't a story exactly about romance, aha) Just as a warning, thank you and hope you enjoy the story~

3: Nightmares

Nightmares.

‘It was black. Black and damp.

The air around me was cold.

I felt really cold.

I placed my hands on my arms, I was wearing a thin short sleeved top, and from what I could tell shorts that ended just above my knees.

My feet were bare.

Thought it was too dark to see my hand even if it was held in front of my face, I was pretty sure I was in a forest.

The ground was moist and felt like water covered dirt, I stepped forward hoping for the safety of not falling and stepped on a stick, it cracked under my bare foot and I flinched.

Not because of the slight pain, but from the noise.

It echoed weirdly.

I breathed out a much needed breath and breathed in again.

Apparently I had been holding my breath for a while.

I began to wonder when my eyes would adjust, worried about walking in this darkness but started walking anyway.

Moving slowly, with my hands waving in the air around me, I made my way forward; barely missing roots, almost tripping a few times, falling once or twice, finding myself even colder than before as I kept moving forward.

I gasped slightly as I almost fell; I ended up grabbing onto the thing closest to me, I expected a tree but it wasn’t solid enough to be any tree I know.

I leaned in closer, attempting to see what on earth it could be, attempting to adjust my eyes to the dark.

When they finally did I wished I could erase everything I saw and go back to the darkness again.

Blood.

Blood covered the ground, Blood and ash.

While the ‘trees’ and ‘roots’ were bodies on the floor and tied to posts.

I was frozen in place as I stared at the person in front of me, it was someone I knew, someone I consider to be close to me; and they were, dead, tied to a post and slaughtered.

I stepped back, my body shaking from more than the cold.

I tripped and fell into another; I gasped and turned, seeing another familiar face, I found myself frozen once more.

There was an echoing noise, the large over head lights were turning on and all the sudden everything became so much more visible. I was in a warehouse.

Bodies of every person I know, all the people I cared about. Dead.

I turned around, looking at all the faces; all their eyes open yet lifeless.

My eyes met with the door, I had to get there, I had to get out of here.

I started to walk, but my walk broke into a jog and before I knew it, a full on run.

The only problem was that the floor was slippery from the blood causing me to fall on my hands and knees.

I gasped and went to stand, but found myself frozen again as I heard an off sound from behind me.

I turned.

My eyes widened and I forgot how to move, breath even.

Shadows that were blacker than night, racing towards me, shaped in clawed hands.

I got up and started running, refusing to fall again; but the door seemed so much farther away than it did before.

The shadows were catching up to me, one had clawed at me but missed.

I made it to the door, but the shadows were too close; I had barely opened it and was almost completely through when I felt them gripping onto my skin, surely drawing blood.

It hurt, a lot, and it was cold, really cold.

I screamed.

Clawing and grabbing at the door, kicking as hard and as fast as I could...

They let go and I fell forward.

The door slammed and I was greeted with the darkness again.

Only this time I didn’t mind.

It was even colder here.

Only this time it felt more like nature.

I stood up, still shaking from the past events and from the cold.

A light.

I saw a light not too far away; I debated on whether or not I should follow it.

I would have stayed behind, if it wasn’t for her voice.

“Narcis...” she called, her voice as soft as ever, warming for me.

“Don’t be afraid, Narcis.”

I followed after the light at a slow walking pace, when it had stopped moving so did I.

I just studied it before moving forward again.

“Narcis.” She called, worried now, her voice sounded like a broken CD or a glitchy message on the computer.

“Stop.” Again the glitched sound of her voice, almost like a haunting ghost communicating through the mind.

I found myself in the light, blinded at first, I blinked before looking down; I gasped my arms and legs where I had been grabbed were covered in cuts, even on my stomach and back, only the blood coming from them was not red like the blood that covered my skin from the other bodies...

No, it was black, black like the shadows.

“Narcis, run.” Again her ghostly voice called to me.

I turned to run but I was greeted with her broken an mangled body tied roughly to a post, I went to run the other way when I snapped out of my fear, only I was greeted with more bodies; they surrounded me, all too close, none of them were inside the light, but they trapped me in it.

I found it hard to breathe; it became colder again, dropping largely.

I shivered, and slowly twirled around, attempting to find something, anything...

But nothing was there, then I saw it, the shadows were creeping their way through the bodies that blocked my path, making their way to kill.

I could do nothing.

They came faster and all I could do is stand there.

“Narcis.” Her voice again, I looked over to her body, she was crying, “Narcis, I’m sorry.” Her voice was but a mere whisper, she reached forward, I went to walk towards her.

A shadow pierced through her and she gasped, I screamed, but no noise came out.

The shadows were all too close now, they consumed the people around me, and all of them I noticed were no longer dead until the darkness had hit their bodies.

All calling out to me, telling me they were sorry.

I cried.

Collapsed to my knees, the blood slowly pooling around me.

The shadows moved fast and strong, making their way to me.

I then felt pain.

Extreme pain.

My eyes widened and I looked down slightly, the claws of the shadows stabbed through me, black blood pooling in with red.’

I blinked, a tear fell from my eyes but I was too shocked to wipe it away.

I stared at the ceiling; my breathing was gasps and pants, while my body shook from fear and pain.

I was also cold.

But I was no longer in that hell.

No, I was out of that nightmare and in my apartment.

I let out a heavy sigh; ‘looks like my wish of a dreamless sleep last night didn’t come true.’ I thought, as I reluctantly started getting up and out of bed.

My body was stiff and tired, I tried to sit up but it was taking too much effort to move.

After falling back into my laying position I stayed still until my heart rate calmed down, and then I began moving again.

I made it to the edge of the bed before my body weighed down in pain.

I leaned forward, burying my face in my hands, my elbows sitting on my knees, and I sighed once more.

Oh how I hate nightmares, I’ve been having them all my life, at first they were just like any child’s nightmare, but then they developed into much darker, and much more fear filled.

My phone rang and I looked up, greeted with the Mirror across from me, memories and visuals of the nightmare still lingered in my mind causing me to see things that weren’t there.

I looked away and grabbed my phone, it was Shea.

Oh today’s going to be a long day. “Hello?” I answered; maybe it will turn out better than it seems right now.

 

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Authors note:

Hello again, if at any point there are grammar mistakes or anything just tell me, I can fix it (though as i said i re-read each chapter!) also if you have any ideas of the story in general, even though I'll be starting on the second book soon i still like opinions!! 

well! 31 more chapters to go! :)

thank you again! hope you've enjoyed it so far! 

(if i am to ever release this it probably will go through a bit more changes than i have done so far, but still enjoy!)

4: The Informant and The Monster

The Informant and the Monster.

After ending my call with Shea I stretched and finally stood from my bed.

He had told me the meeting place and all that I need to know to gather enough information to get the client on my side.

I looked in my mirror and made a slight disgust face, I needed a shower, like hell I was going to go into public looking like this, I look like I haven’t bathed in weeks.

It was only because of that damned dream.

I made my way to the bathroom, wandering slowly with my eyes closed and slightly slouched over.

I turned the water to hot and tossed my shirt and pants off to the side.

My body felt slightly stiff and pained still.

Today was going to be a long day; hopefully the client turns out to be a good one.

I got my shower over with and got dressed into a new pair of clothes before heading back down stairs.

All the lights were still off and everything was still the same.

Of course it was, it’s not like I was expecting anyone.

I made my way to the kitchen and looked through the fridge.

It was empty.

I licked my lips and sighed.

Then I looked through the cupboard.

Nothing.

I decided to leave that thought and just get something on the way.

Or maybe not even eat.

That would save me time.

Instead I started for the door and grabbed my coat.

It was a black trench coat with a snow white fur trimmed hood, sleeves and around the bottom of the coat.

I studied it before putting it on and locking the door as I left; the coat was getting a little beat up from all the fight’s I’ve been having with my monster.

I huffed and placed my hands in my pockets, checking around to see if my switch blades were there, sighing in relief when I felt them. It was odd how they have become my safety...

Outside was humid and warm like the night before, I was lucky that it hasn’t hit the completely hot months yet, at least with this I can dress in my normal outfits without dying of a heat stroke.

The streets were crowded as usual and everyone was just as rushed as they always are.

I knew where most of them were going, I knew the secrets they were hiding and the lies they tell.

Yet none of that was of interest today.

What interested me was the client.

I had his name, and his number, I was using my work phone to look him up.             

First thing you do is find the basics; Name is Aaron Michel, age 29, works at EMD a computer and hacking company, so a business man, Lives in a normal neighborhood with a decent amount of money. First question would be, ‘why is a man like this searching for an informant?’

Now this is where it gets interesting.

Next you look into the deeper stuff; what kind of family or friend ties does he have? His family is partially involved in a gang, brother, sister even himself have all been a part of ‘Red Kio’ gang at some point in their lives, has a record, nothing too fancy, fraud. He’s known as ‘Red’s Gold’ a hacker in the underground world of our city, one of the people who gather information for their own gang, and he’s fairly good.

So again the question ‘Why doesn’t he need an Informant?’ or better yet ‘why does he need the Informant?’

Then you need to dig deeper.

Recently he dug up some information on another gang, ‘The Foxes’ are making deals with the underground weapon salesman, Emmet, Emmet has gotten some new weaponry that not even the military has yet, I already knew all that... but The Foxes have been looking to start and win a war with the Red Kio for a while now so it wouldn’t surprise me if that’s what they were doing.

Let’s see what else...

Aaron also attempted to hack into Barrett’s files, ‘Lost’ gang files Ha, idiot, Barrett has almost as good of security as me! I think with a small snicker.

I started to place my phone away when I heard it beep, I looked down at the screen again and frowned.

“File 00, operation Check?” I mumbled “hmm?”

Now this could be something, it’s nothing but the name of the file and the location it was taken from but it is odd.

Though knowing Barrett’s security I probably want to hack into his files with my computer, not my phone.

I placed my phone back in my pocket and smirked, maybe today is lightening up a bit...

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The Brute

Humid.

Humid and crowded.

The streets of the city are like this every day but it seems to be worse towards the summer months, even if it’s only May.

Everyone was so noisy, rushing around so quickly, it was starting to irritate me.

I took out a smoke and lit it, placing it between my lips and breathed in.

A temporary relief.

“The cities pretty busy today.” Tom, my boss, called as he made his way to where I was.

I let out the smoke in my lungs with a sigh, “It’s always busy.” I stated.

He chuckled slightly and leaned up against the alley way wall across from me, I trailed my eyes away from him and back at the people running around, stopping for traffic, and ignoring traffic.

“True, but there seems to be something about today.” He stated.

I agree, today feels odd, and if someone were to ask my I’d say it’s because of that damned Bug, he’s probably planning something and I don’t like it.

He’s always planning something; ever since we were kids he’d plan something.

Tom sighed and stood up straight “Let’s get this day done with.” He said calmly, his voice was tired and worn down.

I studied my boss, wearing his usual outfit of a beige suit and hair slicked back; he was about the same size as me, a bit shorter and rounder.

Tom and I go way back to high school, though he’s three years older than me we still went to the same school together; I had failed a grade so I was a first year when I should have been a second year.

I shuddered at the memory of my high-school years and dragged my mind back to the present.

Work.

“Right, so where we heading to next?” I asked, he gave me his usual smile and said “Mr. Anderson still hasn’t paid back the money he owes, shall we go see him?”

Sid Anderson, needed money for some reason I could care less about, but he borrowed a lot of cash, he was supposed to pay Tom back last week but he didn’t have it and said he just needs a little more time.

“So he still hasn’t paid you back? Didn’t he promise to have it to you by yesterday?” I asked as we started moving, Tom nodded and sighed “Yeah, I called him and messaged him but got no response so it’s time to drop by and force it out of him.”

I nodded.

This is where I come in.

A lot of people are afraid of me, and when I say a lot I mean most of the city knows who I am and stays away.

I’m known for my abnormal strength, super human strength that people don’t even think is possible.

I can that’s what Tom hired me for, keep the clientele in line, and more or less be a body guard.

And that’s where I get the nick name ‘Monster’, truthfully I hate it, but there is nothing I can do to change it.

Though, I’m not the only monster in this city, no, there is at least one more.

I grumble as we stepped out into the rush of the city, stuck in a large crowd.

I hate crowds; they make me feel big,I’m already a fairly large person, taller than normal, but crowds make me stand out even more.

Cant I just blend in for one damned day?

“Tch.” I growled as someone pushed into me, this is annoying.

The city smelt horrible today, felt too crowded too.

“I bet he’s up to something.” I mumbled.

Tom looked at me and shook his head “You know Vito, I think you two should settle this once and for all, you’ve been at each other’s throats ever since high-school, it can’t be healthy...” he stated, I growled and ignored him.

Settle it?

Ha! So long as he keeps coming back it will never be settled.

The only other way is if I actually get the chance to murder him.

But the damn Bug is too fast and too skilled, I’ll never catch him.

True we’ve known each other ever since we were kids and we grew up with the same group of friends our whole life but I just can’t stand being near him.

It just irks me...

Even thinking about him pisses me off; it was hate at first sight...

The crowd came to a stop at the corner, waiting for the traffic to pass by. I felt claustrophobic.

-

The Informant

I hate crowds...

Too many people, too little space.

It makes me feel...

Small...

I sighed and shook my head, I could care less, and being small isn’t always that bad, it helps me get away from Vito...

I looked at the time, I had twenty minutes to make it to my appointment, and I’d rather not be late for a client. These people are moving as slow as snails though, and it’s starting to get on my nerves.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the stop lights poll, waiting for the traffic to pass.

My phone went off suddenly; I took it out and studied the number, it was unknown.

I ran a trace on it as I answered “Hello?”

I got nothing at first but someone then spoke.

“Narcis Valerian.” It was male, I could tell that, and he sounded tired, warn down almost.

“Yes.” I said, slightly bitter.

He breathed heavily on the other line “stay away,” he started, I frowned, what the hell is he talking about? “St-stay away from th-the case... a-away from file—” he was cut off by the sound of a gunshot.

I frowned.

How did he know who I was? More like how did he know my number?

Why was he talking about a case? About a file?

Could it be the file from Barrett’s computer? The case I’m working on now?

No.

It couldn’t...

Could it?

The crowd started moving again, I watched them walk for a moment before I started walking along with them.

If he was talking about that case, about that file, would I back down as he was insisting? Would I stay away from it? I laughed at the thought, no; this only makes it more fun... what in the world is in that file?

I felt a Cheshire smile creeping its way on my face again.

Whatever it is, it got that man killed.

I frowned again, moving with the crowd, how’d he get my number? How’d he know? Does Mr. Michel have a tag on him? This is all starting to become even more interesting.

I laughed darkly and a couple of the people in the crowd stared at me before moving away.

These situations are always the most fun, questioning the outcome, how people will react, how big the finally will be.

Even though it’s usually these situations that Noah panics, telling me I’m putting myself in too much danger, I’ve never really had an incident where I’ve actually been harmed, after all, I plan it all out and stay in the safest area, not letting anyone know who I am, what I’m doing and how I’m doing it.

Well I guess I can’t say never, there was that incident when I first started this Informant business in high school...

I shook my head and tore my thoughts away from that.

Right now I needed to think this through, think over the situation...

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The Brute

“He just pisses me off so damn much!” I growled, somehow he convinced me to rant about Narcis, saying that ‘It will help your mind relax! Don’t worry! I won’t get annoyed just let it flow!’

Oh yeah, this is making me relax... sense the sarcasm?

“Ever since I first met him!” I yelled, Tom nodded, we were walking through the alleys again, about half way to Sid Anderson’s apartment.

“When did you guys meet, anyway?” Tom asked, I growled “At his family’s party... we were like four and five... or somewhere around there...” I mumbled “He was the reason I found out my damn strength.”

“So, you should be thanking him?” Tom asked.

I snapped, “Like hell I’d thank that brat!” he laughed lightly “all right, I was just teasing, calm down.”

I growled to myself as we kept walking, taking out another smoke in the process.

We made it to Beth Street, another area of the city that was overly busy.

Tom sighed and stretched his arms behind his head “if we get this over with then we can get a drink after words, huh?” he said with a smirk on his face.

“Sounds good,” I say looking back to the street of crowded people. Then I spotted it.

Black trench coat with White fur trim, pale skin with deep Crimson eyes, smirk on his lips. Narcis was in town...

 

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Authors Note: 

woo! if you've read this far this means, i lope, that i'm doing good-- or well i did good, these are chapters that i did like a year ago (or more) so...

either way, my writing style gets better (from what i've been told) in the later chapters, and i may go back and change these ones (later) but for now they're just going to be edited to sound better, sometimes i may miss some parts though...

either way! there is a few 'titles'

The Informant

The Brute

The Fighter

The Doctor

The Courier

The Assistant

(and there is a few more, like two more i think) they are just characters that will have a POV but mainly it's seen from Narcis. though their lives are important to the story too! so yeah...