A Week Before the Black Cat, Sven, Eve, and Rinslet Enter Elisida
A man, who wore clothes that were now ripped and torn at the edges, ran into Annete's café, mostly for sweepers.
"Help me, please! Save me, I don't care if you take me in. As long as you don't let her kill me! I don't want t die just yet!" He screamed frantically.
The Sweepers in the café looked at the board and noticed that the money for returning him was one hundred thousand dollars. They looked at him greedily and started to run for him, for the first one that captured him received the money, but they stopped when they heard an ice-cold voice say, "Stop… he's mine."
A person with mid-back length hair, entered the café and looked around. After a couple of looks from her, the men that were surrounding him backed away, as if her pitch-black eyes were now controlling them, which they most likely were.
"Good, you're all very obedient," she purred. Advancing on the man that she was chasing she added, "unlike this one here." She was wearing a black cloak, with her hands stuffed into the pockets of it. Underneath the cloak, you could see some of the whit long-sleeved shirt she was wearing. For bottoms she was wearing a black mini-skirt, that wasn't very tight around her legs, allowing her to move easier. Underneath the skirt, she wore black tights that went straight into her black boots that started at her ankles and covered her whole foot. There was one distinct feature that was different from anything they had ever seen before. On her neck there was a tattoo of the roman numerals for the number fourteen.
She threw a knife at him, hitting him in the forehead. The force of which she threw the knife was so much, that he was know pinned against the wall, dead, with blood dripping down his face, his clothes and onto the floor. When they turned around, she was gone. It was almost like she had never been there, but now they were positive. The ones in that restaurant had seen Chronos' Number Fourteen.
Following the young woman, at the age of twenty-three, that had just killed that man in the restaurant, you would see that she was now talking on the phone. But she was silent because the one on the receiving side of the call was now speaking.
"Number Fourteen, we have another mission for you." The speaker said.
"Sorry, I don't want another mission… ever!" She said as she slammed the phone shut and threw it on the ground. Then stepping on it, so she was positive that it was now crushed to pieces.
This woman, is Ayame Ren. She is, or used to be, Number Fourteen of the Chronos Numbers. She is known for her skill in weaponry and her high IQ.
Smiling for the first time in a long time, Ren pulled out her brand-new Sweeper license and stared at it. She was now following the Black Cat's example and becoming a Sweeper.
A/N: Hey guys this is my new story. My OC is named Ayame Ren, as you already know. This was just the prologue, so I hope it's not horrible. I'll try to update school, but I have Finals in like three weeks, so my computer time's going to be cut short. Please R&R.