Alright so I adopted this story from MusicalSphinx17 as of first 3 chapters are entirely hers, but went under severe editing. I reread the first chapter, and before I knew it I was sitting in my bed with a kool-aid jammer and a pop tart -both of which belonged to my kid brother- and was fiercely typing away. I want to give a big thank you to my best friend Krystyn, for staying up with me editing this story to fix the tenses and phrases and a few other random edits to the story. I now welcome you all to pull up a chair and read this story with me as I finish what another great writer started. Enjoy reading as this story grows! Also, remember all characters belong to Hiro Mashima, and the first three chapters are MuscalSphinx17's (even though editing was done).

Lucy took the last drag of her cigarette and removed it slowly from her lips. Lifting her head to the starry night sky, she exhaled heavily as she watched the smoke rise into the air before it disappeared. Dropping what was left of the filter on the ground, the heel of her black Doc Marten crushed it into nothing.

They always said she was a weird one- from her leather jacket that read "Cruella" in bright red, fucked up embroidery- to her ripped skinny jeans and the fact that she kept a whip strapped to her belt for fighting. She was always judged for not wearing make-up, but the fact was that she didn't like the way it made her feel. Out of all the things that she was ridiculed for, her hair was what pissed her off the most. She hated how bright blonde it was- it felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb and that's what she hated to do the most. She would rather just blend in. The insecurity was so bad that at one point, she wanted to get it dyed. She decided against it the second she heard rumors about a "busty blonde with a whip as fast as lightning." While she didn't like the comment about her chest, she loved the rumor in itself. She kept the blonde hair to keep the rumor alive. She wanted people to know who was killing them... Nightmare.

As Lucy started walking down the alley way after her smoke, she heard a bottle break. She turned quickly on her heel and behind her she saw a lanky man wearing a ripped-up suit and tie. She couldn't help but notice his navy-blue hair and a black tattoo just above his right eye. Fully equipped with the broken bottle and sinister grin. As he got closer to her, she couldn't help but recognize who he was. He stared right into her big brown doe eyes, not caring that she glared back at him.

"What do you want Bora?" She said coldly.

Laughing in a sarcastic tone, he began to smile wide and stare at her with malice…"It's funny you ask what I want from you, you ignorant girl. What I WANTED you couldn't do, and that was mind your own fucking business, but no. You ruined my slaving days by getting the cops involved."

"AND? You were getting on my nerves bringing in more and more of those bitching girls, and the cops were the quickest way to stop it. Besides, it earned me brownie points with em'."

"See…it's that selfishness that is going to get you killed. I will get my revenge, one way or another and I promise that when I do, you'll wish I would have killed you now. "

"Of course" she thought. One by one, at least five other men came from the darkness, armed with broken bottles, chains, and knifes. "Really man? You have to have your little minions do your work for you?" She then had a suspicious feeling and looked behind her. Her face turned to stone and she slowly backed to the wall. No one could attack from the back if she was against the wall. She looked down at her feet, leaving her head tilted to avoid eye contact and be aware at the same time. She needed to know how many men there were, and fast. "1…2…3…"

What seemed like five minutes went by and she counted 15 other men coming at her from the other end of the approx. 15 foot alleyway. Before she knew it, she was surrounded. With a cocky pep in his step, the blue haired man then broke the circle and slowly started walking up to her. Lucy lifted her head slightly when she noticed movement and let her right hand find its way to her whip. She grasped tighter. If that blue haired fuck only knew that he was a few steps away from allowing her plan to work. She inwardly smirked at his brashness.

Bora walked closer. "You know... it's a shame that you're going to die. "

Two more steps…

"Remember something for me will ya?"

One more step…

As Bora stepped closer, Lucy readied her whip. With a flick of her wrist she unraveled it, and cracked it across his face with all her strength, which caused him to land straight on his ass. He gathered himself rather quickly and directed all attention to Lucy. "KILL HER! I WANT BLOOD SPLATTERED ACROSS ALL OF THESE WALLS!"

"Fuck!"

Lucy's eyes rapidly scanned the ground for anything, and I mean ANYHING that could be used for a weapon. Luckily, she spotted a bottle on the ground and threw it at Bora, hitting him on the head and knocking him out. She then grasped her whip and cracked it loudly onto the wet gravel. The sound was so piercing that the other men stopped in their tracks for a second. Unfortunately, just about as quickly they stopped, they started again. Now they were coming, and you could see it in their eyes that there was no stopping them. The minions rapidly started towards her, and as soon as they got close enough they started to try and hurt her with any means necessary. Absolutely nothing was off limits here.

Naturally, Lucy was far too fast for them. She wrapped her whip around the first man's neck and snapped it. The goon fell lifeless in front of her, first onto his knees and then smashing his face onto the ground. She then swung the whip around to grab another man's wrist, and before he could do anything about it she had forcefully pulled him to the right, making him collide with another two of his buddies. By this time, you could see the rage in the goon's eyes as she beat their friend's ass.

Smirking, she loosened her whip just enough to crack it at another one's feet, causing him to fall back and trip backwards, landing on the guy behind him. She tried to launch her whip at another, but as it wrapped around his wrist he yanked her forward. She was prepared. He pulled her closer with all his might, but when she was about five inches away she reached back and superman punched him right in the nose. He then ripped the whip out of her hand and threw it to the side. She averted her eyes to it and then looked sternly at the man.

"Awww little goons need a fair fight? Alright motherfuckers let's go then."

She was bruised and bloodied and she felt like she was going to collapse. All her energy was nearly gone and she was determined to take out the last few. She tried to swing a punch at one of them but she was to slow. He grabbed her wrist and flipped her onto her back. She felt a lightning bolt of pain rush down her spine. She tried to gather herself and tried to stand up, but she was kicked back down. They must have broken a rib or two. Before she could react, she began feeling feet kicking her at all angles.

"That's enough! I want to finish her off. Get out of here."

Silence. No one was left.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a shadow of a man. She stood still and looked up as much as she could, coughing up bright red blood in the process. She looked closer, realized that is was Bora and glared.

"You're a sick twisted fuck you know that?"

Bora laughed and squatted down in front of her. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a rash voice.

"Wow, who knew you had it in you Bora, to become a murderer and a psychopath. Sad to see this is what your life led to."

"Who the fuck are you?!" screamed Bora.

It sounded like a male's voice, deep and youthful. Lucy tried turning her head but felt immense pain, so she decided that moving her head was the last thing that she should do. Instead she just moved her eyes and tried to see what has going on. She could feel herself losing it. Her vision was blurred and she began losing her hearing, all muscle that she had wouldn't work and she was vulnerable. Before her vision went all the way, she saw someone squat down in front of her almost lifeless body. She tried to focus and all she could see was a fuzzy mess of pink.

"Was that his hair? Who the fuck would have pink hair?"

As quickly as she began thinking, she stopped and unconsciousness took ove