Prologue: The Attack
The attack on the Vendicare Prison was both sudden and effective. No one had seen it coming, and while it had lasted for only a few minutes, the results were beyond devastating. In the main hallway, lying like littered trash, were the several bodies of the Vendicare guards.
Some of the bodies had massive holes in their chests, others in their heads, or rather, what was left of them. The only similarity between them was that their bodies had been scorched by a very powerful flame and, as a result, the smell of burnt flesh reeked through the cold, damp and foreboding corridors.
It was all quiet now; well, almost quiet.
Currently walking down a hall, the sound of footwear echoing against the stone floor and walls, was a girl. She was a strange one, with stark-white hair that was pulled back in two, low ponytails and, by the several times that they were wrapped around the slim neck, it was very long with the ends hanging on the girl's front.
On her head, shrouding most of her face, was a wide-brimmed, red fedora with a matching trench coat over a black shirt and pants. Black, laced and leather high heel boots sat on her feet, click clacking with every step she took and black, leather gloves covered her hands.
"What a dreary place," the girl muttered as she turned a corner, only to be met by yet another trio of the Vendice.
"Just how many of you guys are there?" the girl asked with annoyance. She casually snapped her fingers and the guards were instantly engulfed in a large, black flame.
Their bodies withered in mocking agony before slumping to the marble floor into a pile of charred remains.
"This is really getting old," the girl muttered as she stepped over the ash piles.
Several minutes, and encountering guards, later, the girl found her target.
"So this is the 'guest quarters'?" the girl mused sarcastically, tilting her head slightly to read the sign written in Italian.
She laughed. "'No unauthorized entry'? What a joke!" She lifted her right hand and pointed at the thick, metal doors, a small black flame igniting on the tip of her finger.
"Knock knock."
Boom!
The force of the following explosion threw the doors off their hinges and a good few feet away from their original position before landing on the floor with a thump.
Smirking beneath the fedora, the girl walked up on the fallen, and somewhat mangled doors, and casually observed her surroundings.
The room was quiet, mostly since the so-called "guests" were being kept in large cylinder tubes full of water, bound with straps and chains with oxygen masks strapped to their faces. Most, if not all, clearly were aware of the explosion as they were twitching uneasily in their binds.
"I guess you will do," the girl smirked, lifting the brim of her hat with a hand, showing a pair of red eyes that shined like high-quality rubies.
"You'll do just fine."
And there's the start of this story. I hope it was good, good enough that you'll read and review since I like everyone's opinions. Also check out my other works and tell me what you think.
By the way, about the girl's appearance; in case you were wondering, I sort of based her appearance off of Carmen San Diego since I really thought that that appearance would suit this girl.
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