Every so often, there comes an experience in which the lives within it are elegantly bound.
They tie seamlessly around one another and bring a select group of souls to an ultimate outcome. Regardless of their attempts to break out of place, the threads will connect them and will flow into a special destiny. Yet as distant as those people might seem from one another, their desires to collide will bring them back to a single stream, or an ocean dictated by what their lives have created.
Once these souls flow into one united fate, a greater purpose for those surrounding them may then be served. The greatest outcome of a chain destinies is peace created by revolution.
In order for this law of nature to progress, the people it selects must first take the steps necessary to take hold of their desires. The only problem with that is that most people fail to see the greater scheme of things and alienate their ability to ensure that their lives don't simply amount ..
to lost and independently scattered dreams...
"There have been many recent complaints about two masked individuals that have been causing havoc around the city. They've been reported to harass local officers and severely damage or vandalize public property by spray painting the word 'FEARLESS' on various land marks."
There was something strange carrying within the air that night. It created a distinct chill that crept up the spines of people that were either trying to get some sleep or were staring curiously out of their windows into the midnight sky. It inspired a sort of fascination that made them want to peer into the unknown.
But tonight would also bear an event that they couldn't even hope to understand..
"Damnit! There's no way in hell that we can outrun them!" There was a shrill, painful cry amongst the ordinarily pleasant nightfall of a very particular town. Tonight was a very interesting night.
Alongside the usual rush of a gentle wind roared a series of hurried footsteps sprinting across the pavement. Two girls entering their late teens were suddenly forced to hide behind a shadow cast by a shaking gun.
"Just fire it so we can get this over with!" The girl standing behind her friend yelled as she clutched her weapon and moved her fingers hesitantly around the trigger.
"You've got to do it. You know that we can't turn back.."
"Why can't we have a choice?" The other girl yelled in retaliation. This was the very first time that she had ever held a gun. Even though her generation was obsessed with making a mockery of death and strolled the city streets like they were badasses, the gravity of the situation pressed into her skin even though she'd be the one who'd fire the bullets.
Truth be told, these girls could have avoided all of this if they had just left this sort of business to the police. Right. The police. The police had been a contributing factor as to why they even bothered turning the weapon against the owner this very moment. The police only contributed to society in rare instances where there are actually camera crews hired to record all of it and make it seem legit. Then there were also the times where the pigs would stand in bewilderment watching an innocent child being harassed by something that they couldn't see.
"Hey, hey. What's wrong with the picture here? Why don't you just give us back the gun and we might just be nice enough to let ya' cry all the way home," The thug standing in front of them said, while shrugging and taking a step forward.
"Are you fucking STUPID? We can't just let people like you walk away," The girl standing behind her friend with the gun replied sharply. She grit her teeth.
A few yards away, there was another presence that was gazing curiously at the event before them. They took up a small space within the quiet darkness. A flash of a smirk spread across their lips as the expression temporarily showed within the moonlight.
"I wonder how they'll get out of this one.."
"Look, just put down the gun and we can just walk away from this like nothing happened," the thug offered and his voice hinted that he was getting desperate.
"..Please..I mean come on, we're both human beings here for cryin' out loud! Trust me, I've seen killers and neither of you has it in you to do this," he continued.
The girls suddenly felt a nerve strike in each of them.
"I don't know what you are...but you guys definitely aren't anything human."
All three of the thugs shared a new found and twisted smile.
"So you think you know what we are, do ya?" The girls braced themselves as the main person talking stepped closer to them, revealing his entire self in the open moonlight.
"...Then do something about it." They watched in horror as his body slowly grew larger and his muscles began to contort and bulge out of his skin. The girls each took a step back and their eyes widened in absolute fear as it's jaw dramatically extended and spikes emerged out of various places between the veins on his body. His newly purple tinted skin collectively revealed that he was now a completely different creature.
"You have to shoot, Cypher," the older girl whispered into her ear as she moved her hand on top of the one resting on the trigger. Cypher took a deep breath then looked back at her.
"I..can't, Yami."
Yami tightened her hold on Cypher's hand and rose the gun with her in unison.
"Yes we can," her voice dropped as the creature chuckled darkly.
"You've gotta be kiddin' me! You hear that boys? These girls think that they have a chance." The three of them began to laugh. The entire area seemed to grow steadily darker as they did so.
"On the count of three..."
The creature in front of them bore his many fangs. They watched as saliva collected in a small pool below him. He was standing a few feet away from them and the girls tried to fight the need to run away from the awful sight as fast as they could.
They stood their ground.
"One.."
The beast suddenly lunged at them and caused them to break a part. He had come at them with such force that they were knocked backward and were struggling to rise to their feet.
"Cypher!" Yami had managed to stand but almost felt herself drop to the ground as she witnessed her friend being pressed up against the wall by the two other thugs, who had also acquired new transformations.
Cypher wanted to scream, but she was too afraid to even muster it. The two henchmen had each grabbed a hold of her arms and were preventing her from moving. Her emotions began swimming frantically around inside of her.
"..I'm sorry...Yami" she managed to whisper faintly.
Yami looked around desperately for the gun that had fallen a few a little while beforehand.
It was lying right beside the main creature's feet. Her mind started racing.
Cypher also noticed where it was and her and Yami's eyes met and they understood what needed to be done. She laughed.
"I don't know what you guys are, but you all look as weak as fuck," she said as the larger entity growled in anger and grasped her throat in between his clawed hands.
"...I dare you to say that again."
As his grip grew tighter around her neck, Yami dove for the gun and pointed it right between the eyes of the larger creature. She watched as a sweat drop rolled down the side of his face.
For some reason, she began to feel a weird sensation pass through her body and flow into her fingers pressing against the trigger.
The gun began to glow.
A large flock of crows suddenly scattered into the sky. Once both of the girls' eyes fell on the scene before them, a small figure quickly dropped in front of them and shot it's fist forward at the remaining enemies.
The entire area became engulfed with a raw explosion of brilliant and blinding light and two bodies hit the ground, each bathed in freezing cold, crimson blood.
"..And here I thought that only the boys your age could be this stupid," the smaller figure spoke in a harsh, cracked voice.
The two teenagers were sitting in small pools filled with blood and scattered body parts. Their skin had been splattered from the impact, but it was difficult for them to distinguish the red droplets from the tears that streaked down their faces. The new combination of shock and fear had been too much for them to handle. Their breathing patterns had grown heavier by the second.
"Who ..are you?" Yami managed to ask.
The new individual simply seemed to glare at them beneath a small mop of aging dust rose hair. They walked over to them and crossed the stream of freshly decapitated flesh as if it were a garden of posies. The girls couldn't decide which was a more frightening sight – being surrounded by the dead or being approached by the person that murdered them.
Her delicate features revealed that she was female.
"Don't..!" Cypher cried as she reached out for the abandoned gun lying near her on the pavement. In less than a matter of seconds, the woman had teleported over to it, picked it up and dangled it in front of them by the barrel.
"Do you really think that you're going to try killing me, you stupid girl?"
Cypher froze and the expression on her face suddenly went blank as the woman pointed the gun to the side of her head.
"Move, damnit!" Yami shrieked as she made a move to inch near them, but this only resulted in her pressing the metal deeper into her skull.
"Do you see how easy it is for someone to kill you two?"
Yami went silent.
"Exactly. You can't even respond because you're too afraid to even move. And due to the sheer fact that you know that I'm right." The woman removed the gun and threw it onto the ground. The sound of the metal coming in contact with stone loudly echoed around them.
"Why did you save us?"
The woman's eye brows furrowed downward.
Cypher looked at her in bewilderment. The entire situation didn't even feel real to her. Weeks ago, they decided as friends that they would put themselves on the line. But they had no idea that it would lead to something this dramatic so quickly. She wished that she could just wake up in her bed, sweating profusely from a dream of this magnitude.
She closed her eyes.
"If you want to know why, it'll mean that you'll be agreeing to giving up everything you thought you knew about the lives you have. I could have easily left you two scatter brains to die. But I didn't because of one thing that sets you a part from the thousands of others in this city."