The first time I saw Vince, he was speaking on his cell. You don't get many suits wandering Sector Six and blatantly waving around expensive watches and phones, but his was a Turk suit. Nobody was going to mug a Turk. Nobody was dumb enough.

Except me.

Don't ask me why I did it. I've been doing spontaneous and insane things my whole life, and guess what? They always pay off. Maybe the gold was too much for me. Maybe I was still on a high from taking down Ridly's guy the night before. I was greedy and invincible; what more explanation do you want? I was only eighteen.

I stalked him for hours. He was definitely alone – just one guy, pretty skinny, pretty pale. Nothing special apart from that damned suit, and I wasn't too bothered by it. So, when he turned into a blind alley, I jumped him.

He didn't move. Guys that thin, in the slums, they normally go down. Vince was strong, stupidly strong. He twisted the knife out of my hand and flipped me over his shoulder. I still don't know how. I spent the next ten minutes staring at the barrel of a gun while he finished his conversation. Completely unruffled, like somebody hadn't just tried to stab him in the neck.

Call finished, he crouched down to examine his prisoner. You don't expect to get pretty Turks, at least not male ones. You have a stereotype, where they're meant to look… tough, or something. Vince looked like one of the Don's boys, all perfect skin and hair and eyelashes. And his eyes.

They were kind.

He wasn't going to kill me. Hell, I forgot to be scared at all when I saw him. I sat right up and basically ignored the gun resting on his thigh. We got talking, me and Vince. He had a voice like music and this quiet smile. I trusted him. I would have handed him my kid sister if he'd asked for her… but he didn't. He asked for me.

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The last time I saw Vince he was crushing the life out of my best friend with the metal claw where his left arm used to be. He was dressed like a crazed vampire, down to the swirling red cape and headband, because his hair was long, and his eyes…

Crimson. Murderous, like still blood. I thought it was the most terrifying thing I'd ever seen. I shot him twice in the back, where a person's heart is meant to be. He didn't die.

He started to change. Into the demon, Chaos.