Heartless
"Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love.
It did not end well." -Laini Taylor
Okay, look. I don't write full stories. I am a university student and I have five essays and tests to do by the end of the month. Two of those tests are on the same fucking day and worth fucking 30% of my grade. I don't want to write a long ass plot filled story, especially not now when I have so much shit to do. And I am planning a Mystic Messenger story (or at least I want to plan one). But I already created a bunch of vigilante aesthetics and an entire fucking playlist for this and I will be damned if I don't at least try to write a fucking stupid vigilante story. So here it is.
Synopsis: Nobody feels safe in a city where organized crime is at an all-time high. The police are completely useless in preventing the elite crime ring, MAD, from causing havoc all over the city. Luckily, a group of brave fighters are here to take down the organized crime in the city, and MAD will do anything to take them down. Enter Talon, the nephew of MAD's leader, Doctor Claw. He has been assigned to infiltrate and sabotage these vigilantes. But then he learns of a mysterious and dangerous drug that recently turned up on the market, a drug that could be a lot more sinister than anyone is letting on.
Warning! There will be drugs. Don't do drugs, kids! And there will be violence, mild gore, maybe some character death? Idk. Everyone is like nineteen/twenty in this because I don't feel comfortable writing about a bunch of children handling weapons, and so that I can add sexual stuff. For now, everything has a T rating, but that's going to most likely be changing.
-Enjoy-
The alleyway was dark, and he could see nothing but the apparitions of the faceless as they walked the busy city streets. The sun had set hours ago, and the moon hovered over the city, a luminescent ball emitting just enough glow to fill the darkness. There were no stars that he could see. No constellations he could fathom. There was nothing but the inky black of an infinite sky. He sat, crouched down in the rat-infested alleyway like a cat waiting for a mouse. Quiet and still, a shadow in the night. He was waiting. Waiting for a signal, a chance to pounce. The red light district was not a place he was familiar with and not a place he wanted to go ever again. Broken beer bottles and cigarette butts littered the streets, neon signs blinked in the dark of night, ladies of the night stood at the corners in seven-inch heels. He couldn't wait to get out of this damn dirty place.
He heard the clatter of glass breaking in the distance, and the revving of a motor as a bike sped down the alleyway, skidding to a stop a few feet from his hiding spot. The smell of exhaust filled his senses, the scent always brought thoughts of adrenaline. But now wasn't the time to hijack a Harley for a joyride around the city. He watched the tall figure on the motorbike, a man with a large build and a balding head. The sound of his heavy boots echoed on the concrete as he walked by. He leaned against one of the brick walls, pulling a pack of Marlboros out of his pocket. He lit the cigarette, the smoke danced around his head in the cold night air. A few minutes later, a second bike could be heard, speeding into the alleyway, stopping just inches from the brick wall. A second shadow, a shorter man with a mullet and the worst body odor one has ever had the displeasure of smelling, hopped off the bike. The first man tossed his cigarette to the ground and greeted the second man. It was then that the crouching boy noticed the large duffel bag the bald guy had. A drug deal. The young man smirked, now he just had to wait.
"Do you have the money from last time?" Baldy asked mullet. He had a deep, throaty voice, probably obtained from all those cigarettes.
"I got half." Mullet replied. His voice was significantly higher, enough to break a window.
Baldy grumbled and shoved the short man against the brick wall.
"You haven't paid up in almost two months," Baldy poked at him threateningly. "You get me my money, you know what boss man does to people who don't pay up?"
Mullet guy put up his hands in surrender.
"Hey, man, you know I'm in debt." Mullet spat.
The young man wanted to smile. Didn't he know how drug dealers felt about people in debt? The less money you had, the less you buy. There was really no reason to sell to people in debt other than seeing them struggling. Especially after getting them hooked on that premium stuff. It was fucked up, but so was the world. If the two men hadn't been so engrossed in their argument, they would have heard the revving of a third motor in the distance. A smile grew on the young man's face. They were on their way. The noise grew louder, and a third bike appeared in the alleyway, leaving fresh tire marks ass it skid to a halt. A Suzuki SV650 he observed, not bad. There were two figures on the bike. A boy and a girl, probably around his age, both looking completely non-threatening. This is who they were sending out to handle drug deals?
Whoever they were, they definitely got attention from mullet and baldy. The two men stopped their bickering and turned to the strangers, curious yet angry glances crossing their faces. The girl took off her helmet first, she had kinky black hair and a small waist, she looked as though she couldn't even hurt a fly. The boy was next, he had similar dark hair to the girl, but he didn't look anywhere near as confident as her. The young woman stood tall, even though she was probably only five foot three. Baldy and mullet towered over her, but she didn't look scared nor intimidated.
"You over eighteen?" Mullet asked, the girl didn't move or react. The man's expression turned sour. "Hey, bitch! I was talking to you!"
The man's barking didn't seem to affect the girl, she was clearly on a mission, and she wasn't going to back down until she got what she came for.
"Tell me where I can find your supplier." She said bluntly.
Both of the men's eyes widen, they give the two strangers curious looks. Baldy smiles.
"Look, sweetheart, we don't want any trouble." Baldy's voice is a warning, a warning that falls deaf on the girl's ears. "If you wanted something, I can-"
"I'm not a customer." She spits. She must be new at this.
Baldy's smiles immediately fell away after hearing that. He pulls something out of his pocket, something that gleams in the low light of the alleyway.
"Look bitch," The man seethes. "Either buy something or get the fuck out of my alley."
The girl seemed unfazed by the fact that the man had just pulled out a blade, the boy on the other hand visibly flinched. The flinch was small, but just big enough to get the dealer's attention.
"What about you pretty boy?" Baldy taunted, pointing at the young man with the tip of his blade. "You gonna get out of my alley?"
"We know that there's more than just weed in that bag." The girl spoke up. "We know you're selling Heartless."
From his hiding spot, the young man went still. Heartless? What the hell was that? Based on the way the two drug dealers flinched, they obviously knew what the young lady was talking about. Mullet and baldy's faces contorted into something resembling an unmistakeable blinding rage.
"How dare you accuse me of selling that!" The bald man thundered, he raised the hand with the knife in it, but the girl caught his wrist midair.
The young girl twisted the man's hand, forcing him to drop the weapon. The boy quickly picked up the blade before baldy or mullet could get to it and took a step back. He was obviously not the fighter in this duo. The bald man lunged for the young girl again, and she swiftly evaded him before kneeing him where the sun didn't shine, hard. Baldy cursed at her loudly, she watched him as he fell to the ground.
She made the mistake of not making sure the other man had fled. Mullet grabbed her from behind, picking the small girl up off the floor, her little legs kicking angrily. The boy held up the knife threateningly, but the look on his face made it obvious that he was completely terrified. The crippled bald man regained his stance, smiling wickedly at the two teenagers. This was the opportunity that the young man had been waiting for.
Taking a deep breath, the young man stood up from his hiding spot, gripping the barrel of a pretty little toy in his hands. His finger rested on the trigger and he could hear the bullets rattling in the magazine. There was a certain amount of confidence in the way he walked, it was like he had a purpose. He pointed the weapon at its target.
"Hey, fuckers!" He yelled.
Everyone turned to look at him. Baldy and mullet looked at him in annoyance, the girl remained expressionless, while the boy holding the knife was visibly trembling.
"Drop the girl." He said calmly.
Baldy and mullet smirked at one another, letting out a small, maniacal laugh.
"Drop her and leave the drugs, or I shoot." He threatened.
"Get out of here, boy." Mullet spat, lunging forward.
Bang. The bullet barely missed the man. A shocked expression crossed his face, he looked terrified.
"Get the fuck outta here." He demanded.
Mullet didn't need to be told twice, he dropped the young lady, revved up his motorbike and sped out of the alleyway before the young man could even blink. He then turned his attention back to baldy. The man's hard expression turned soft as he slowly backed away from the scene, his hands raised. The young man cocked his head, his finger still resting on the trigger. He watched as the bald man abandoned his drugs and sped off down the street.
"You guys alright?" The young man asked, slipping his gun back into its holster.
"Yes, thank you." The girl chided gratefully.
"Dammit!" The curse echoed through the alleyway.
The young man turned to see the strange boy looking through the bald man's discarded bag. The bag was filled with all the usual suspects, weed, cocaine, a few syringes. There was several thousand dollars worth of drugs in that bag, but he didn't have something that the boy and girl were looking for.
"He didn't have Heartless." The boy explained, looking completely defeated.
The girl rolled her eyes in annoyance. Judging by the dark circles under her eyes, it was obvious that she was exhausted, the two had probably been trying to track down these criminals all night. The young man raised an eyebrow at the two.
"Heartless?" He inquired.
"It's classified." The dark haired girl quickly explained. "Thank you again, not many people jump in when they see this type of stuff."
"I find that disgusting." The young man told her. "The crime rate wouldn't be so high if people actually got up off their asses."
The raven haired girl smiled, clearly impressed by his words. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a small white card, it was blank save for a name and a phone number.
"If you're interested in busting druggies, and possibly bigger crimes, call us." She offered, a gracious smile crossing her face.
The young man shook his head.
"Kind of a lone wolf," He explained. "Don't really work well with others."
The young man tried to hand the card back to the girl, but she refused.
"Think about it," It was the boy's turn to speak. His smile was warm and welcoming, as though he had already known the young man for a long time. "And give us a call. We have a big group, and we're always looking for more people."
"Thanks," The young man replied, shoving the card into his pocket. "I should get going now."
"Us too," The girl replied. "I hope our paths cross again."
She held out her hand to shake, which the young man politely took.
"I'm Kayla, by the way," She told him. "And that's Will."
"Talon." The young man replied with a coy smile.
And then he turned and left the two standing in the alleyway, vanishing like smoke in the wind. The young man walked a few blocks, carefully avoiding the stumbling drunks and broken beer bottles. He could hear the distant sound of EDM pounding through the speakers of a nightclub, he could hear the happy sounds of people, enjoying their night. The bitter night air carried the smell of smoke and gasoline, the sudden chill caused the young man to wrap his jacket tighter around his body. It was cold, he was tired, and in desperate need of a drink. He planned on collapsing the second he got home. If he made it home at least. He wandered into another alleyway, where three shadowy figures stood waiting for him in the dark. One was bald, one had a mullet, and the other was tall and slender.
"Did ya at least get the drugs back?" Mullet slurred.
The young man shook his head, a sinister grin growing on his face.
"At least the plan worked." He replied, pulling the card out of his back pocket.
"I paid good money for that shit," Baldy sneered. "Get them back for me!"
"I'll try." The young man rolled his eyes.
"Those stupid little kids who think they heroes ain't gonna know what hit 'em!" Mullet remarked with a cold laugh.
The young man's smile started fading as he replayed the encounter in his head. They weren't out for just a simple drug bust, they had been looking for something.
"They said something about Heartless, what's that?" Talon inquired.
The two men went stiff. That's when the third figure decided to step forward.
"That's not important now." The man's voice was raspy. "Talon, you know what to do next."
The young man nodded slowly. He had successfully deceived his target, now it was time to infiltrate.
He looked up at the tall man, a maniacal grin plastered on his face. "Yes, Uncle."
-Chapter 1-
Well. I've written worse. I'm going to make things as watered down as I possibly can, but it's really hard to keep this T. It probably is, right now, not rated T. If I do decide to add more sin to this au then it will be posted separately so that people who don't want to read smut don't have to.
I have an entire aesthetics board on my Pinterest for this fan fic. If you want to see it, my Pinterest name is the same as my pen name. ihateyoutothemoonandback no spaces, my icon is lime green and says "you clod" on it. The board is entitled, Vigilante. Let me know if you have trouble finding it.
I can't post a link to the playlist I created, so I'll just give you guys the songs. I might add more songs later if I think of them, or if anyone has suggestions. Warning, most of these are from Suicide Squad.
Heathens - Twenty One Pilots
You Don't Own Me - Grace (the radio mix, not the version with G-Easy)
Monster - Kanye West
Aint No Rest For The Wicked - Cage The Elephant
Sucker For Pain - Lil Wayne
Gangsta - Kehlani
Needed Me - Rihanna
Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Lorde
Dark Necessities - Red Hot Chilli Peppers
In A World Possessed By The Human Mind - The Tragically Hip
Way Down We Go - Kaleo
Mad World - Jasmine Thompson
The song from The Girl on The Train trailer that I can't find anywhere :(
I'm really into this au if you can't tell. I just love stuff like this. We meet vigilante Penny in the next chapter! If/When I actually get around to writing it.