Chapter 5

Whats up everyone here is the next chapter of this story and like always I will take this moment to complain against myself for a bit. Looking back, I really should have wrote this story either with the supervillain game system or no system at all. I feel I poorly did it in the beginning and also should have posted it somewhere else on this site with that said its still nice to know some of you like this story. So, thank you all for reading and I hope you continue to enjoy it.

Now Q&A

RoyalTwinFangs honestly, I plan to add several more and give many people POV's from gang members to the X-Men, Avengers, Spiderman and basically whoever I feel like. FYI I did a x-over because seriously I will add whoever I want from any show, anime or whatever if I feel I can fit them or know them. If you have someone you wish to see put in the story just give me a shot out and I will see if I can fit them down the road.

NiroWhoCares the MC will become powerful but at the end I kind of what to do what the Saints have always done win when the chips are down with extreme violence, a bit of craziness, a lot of luck and fucked up shit.

This-Mickey-Seems-Iffy that is what I am kind of going for and well to see you are reading this story.

VanessaBlake you should read some of my first stories, now those are bad but really thanks for reading.

Clinpipe I am happy you like it so far and I hope you keep liking it.

One last thing before we start what are your guys thoughts on a code geass x star wars story. I have been thinking and talking about it with my some of my fans but could use more feedback.

Now on with the story and like aways if you enjoy it, hate it or have a thought give it a review. It helps the story get more fans lol.

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Charles Francis Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Professor X, Magneto, two vastly different men with the same goal. The protection and continued existence of mutant kind. Yet with two wildly different approaches to achieving this goal. One waiting peace and coexistence with the rest of humanity. A foolish and naïve daydream if there ever was one. The other wanting a more militaristic solution that would see more than half the human race dead and the rest subjugated to Homo superior rule. When you looked at it from a point of view it made sense that you couldn't have one without the other. They kind of balanced each other out in a strange kind of way and they were both in my humble opinion complete idiots.

Granted I am a very judgmental person, but as a criminal I feel like I have a more realistic outlook on human society in general. I mean look at it objectively, spearheads have been found in the bodies of the oldest human remains ever found. Showing that humans have been at war with each other since we went from ape to man or in case you a religious person sense a god drop us fully formed on the planet. So, we can't even get along with each other and now something comes along that is quite literally superior to your everyday person. Of course, people are not going to take that well.

Look at it like this: every alien invasion movie usually ends with humanity winning against impossible odds every time. As if we who haven't even found a way off this rock call home could ever hope to beat beings who are literally capable of intergalactic space travel. It's stupid on an unbelievable scale but we needed to win in the end, and a very simple reason. We as a species do not like having our place in the universe challenged by anything. If we are challenged, we need to either subjugated or eliminate whatever it is that is daring to challenge us. If we don't then what are we then an insignificant species in an infinite universe. That is a thought people can't handle.

It's the same thing in this universe. People need to feel special, and mutants take that away from them. When that special feeling is taken away from you and you realize your inferior to something else fear enters you. With fear comes paranoia, that feeling that they are out to get you and you have to get them before they get you. This leads to the wish to subjugate them and dehumanize them so can basically make them slaves to your will. Failing that extermination is the next logical next step for these fear driven people.

Charles' dream of coexistence is like a pacifist dream of a world without war. It is a fantasy wrapped up in a delusion believed only by fools. But I did respect the man for this dream because it was at its core a wonderful dream and a much better one then Magneto. How that man didn't see that he was becoming the mutant equivalent of Adolf Hitler I don't know but the man was about as far gone off the deep end as one can get. But I understood why he was what he was. After all this is a guy who saw what happens to unwanted minority groups when people lose all ability to think rationally. What he saw at Auschwitz as a child no doubt scared him for life and now, he was once again part of a minority group who wasn't wanted. More likely than not he saw the death camps not to fare away in the future if he didn't do something.

Honestly, I saw it going the way Magneto saw them going but then I am pessimist at the best of times. And it's not like I really cared what happened to the mutants anyways. I had my own plans for them and if things worked out, I could do what those two men couldn't. Show the world that they were more valuable as allies than enemies. If that didn't work well, I had no problems joining Magneto in killing off half the world to protect that which was mine. Hell, I go as far as to burn it all away till there was nothing left but that again that was me.

Anyways what happens down the road is a story for a different time and who I do or do not end up siding with is unimportant right now. So, let's move on.

-October 2000-

It's been a few months now after the hit on the Irish and the Russian leadership and needless to say things fell apart real fast for both of them. I mean if things were bad before they got worse as the two once upon a time most power organizations in New York lost all illusions of control. A lot of people were getting killed out there as everyone saw an opportunity to take their places. Now I have talked a lot of shit about the cops lately, but I don't want anyone thinking I hate cops. On the contrary I had a lot of respect for our boys in blue.

After all people were unable to behave themselves without the word of law and someone there to enforced. And despite what people think crime needs the law to thrive. There will always be a market for things like drugs, alcohol, guns, sex and other illegal goods you can't get ahold of, or someone says can't have. Anarchy was the enemy of good business, and so was a gang war. Lucky for me and the Saints the cops were doing a bang-up job and order was slowly being brought back to the streets with a little help from some tip offs from concerned citizens. As for the mobs well, the Irish were done, and I mean done. With their leadership gone their foot soldiers had no idea what was going on and soon they were being picked off one by one by both the Saints and its affiliated members. As for the people they had inside the police the DA got a nice care package courtesy of Dom that let him know who was on the take with more than enough evidence to get rid of them.

The Russians on the other hand now there was a group I couldn't help but respect a little. I mean even without their leadership their foot soldiers knew exactly what to do and that was go underground. They were still currently operating in Brooklyn albeit no where's near the level they were before. They were strictly small time now being too busy trying to hold on to what they had left. They wouldn't be a threat to me any time soon if ever. Plus, they had no clue like everyone else that the Saints had anything to do with the killing of their leadership. So, with no target to go after they focused on what they had then on revenge.

As for the Saints themselves we were expanding and as of right now Manhattan was officially split into three factions. Those factions being the Saints in Lower Manhattan, Lonnie Lincoln in Harlem and a pimp by the name of Zebra Daddy in the Upper East Side and West Side. Now the Saint's proxy leader Tyrone Jones had already met with both men a few times to let them know Lower Manhattan was theirs now. Something they both seemed agreeable to for the most part since they were dealing with their own problems now that the Irish were gone.

Lonnie better known to comic fans as Tombstone was not the supervillain he would someday be. He was just a normal 6-foot 7-inch meat head with above average physical strength and a violent disposition whose gang worked under the Irish. Now that the Irish were gone, he saw the opportunity for his gang to become a free agent and answerable only to him. So, he wasn't looking for any trouble with the Saints who had more muscle than his gang.

Zebra Daddy on the other hand was a fucking drug addict, paranoid, pimp who thought himself more powerful than he was. The only reason he wasn't trying to muscle in on our turf yet was because he was even more under the thumb of the Irish then Lonnie and didn't have the muscle to attack us. Which didn't mean he wasn't planning to but was to scared for the most part to try. I knew very well that prick was planning an attack on Saints turf, but I ignored it for now and left it up to Tyrone to deal with.

Something Tyrone was perfectly capable of doing while I was busy with Aisha's debut album. Which was frankly more important at this point in time than dealing with some pimp. Legitimacy was the only way to lasting power and with the millions of dollars I was pouring into her album I couldn't leave it up to someone like Johnny. No offense to him but while the people we hired had no problems collaborating with gang members they were still normal people who you had to treat as employees. Already we had five people quit because of Johnny's short temper and one ended up in the hospital after coming on to Aisha. Not that I could blame Johnny for that last one as the dumb ass had it coming after smacking Aisha's ass right in front of him. But still tossing a guy out a window was a bit extreme even for Johnny.

That is where I was on October 9, 2000, sitting back and relaxing in the control room with Johnny and Dom as Aisha did her thing. While not a fan of R&B there was something to be said about Aisha's version of Beyoncé's Irreplaceable. While she had to fill in the blanks for what I couldn't remember it was still a hell of a song and everyone in the control room agreed we had a hit. That song combined with Aisha's own original works like Differences of My Pleasures and Streets of Good Fortune, and we were looking at a record breaking album. All that was left was get her name out there and sit back and watch as she took off, taking Gat Records with her.

Luckily enough she had already laid the groundwork and had a good following in the club scene. So, there was little work left to do then buy advertising and airtime. Something that was already budgeted for.

"And we got it. Excellent work Aisha." Michael, the man I put in charge of engineering said as the the song ended.

Looking over at Johnny who was looking at his girl with a proud smile on his lips I said, "She's going to be big Johnny. Sure, you can handle her when she leaves you in the dust."

Looking back at me with his smile never leaving his face Johnny says, "Who knows man. My girl was always destined to walk among the stars."

I laugh a little, "Why Johnny, I didn't know you were so poetic."

Kicking my leg Johnny says, "Fuck you."

I just laugh at this as Aisha walks into the control room with a smile on her face, "So guys what you think."

A round of cheers leave everyone's lips at this question and not just to suck up to those who were paying the bills or fear of Johnny. They all genuinely believed as I did that, we had a hit on our hands. But it's not them that she wants to hear those words from.

"Well Johnny what you think?" Aisha asks.

Pulling her over towards him Johnny sits her on his lap and says, "You sounded great babe." Then kisses her hard on the lips.

It was an enchanted moment that I watched with glee. Yet all moments had to end and right when Johnny was talking about celebrating some young punk, I didn't even know runs into the room. He quickly walks up to Johnny and says something in his ear.

"Say what? You got to be fucking kidding me." Johnny says to the man in answer of what was said to him.

Because everyone in the room thought he was the highest-ranking Saint in the room and not me do to laying low I ask, "What is going on Johnny?"

Holding up his hand to stop any more questions from being asked he says, "One minute, everyone out."

Everyone looks at him in confusion for a moment till he yells, "You all fucking heard me get the fuck out." Then proceeds to kick them all out.

"Emilio you and Dom stay. Aish, you go to." Johnny says softly to her.

"Johnny what is going on?" She asks a bit worried now.

"Saints business babe. Best you don't know." Johnny says as while she knew he was a stone-cold killer he never told her who he killed or what he did when she wasn't around. That way she could deny everything just in case.

Seeing that she won't be getting any answers Aisha just huffs a bit in anger but leaves like she is told. When she does Johnny looks at me and says, "Boss, Tyrone was just hit an hour ago in Harlem."

"Dead?" I ask with little care. While Tyrone dying would have been a hassle to deal with it wasn't the worst thing that could happen.

"Na fucked up but still breathing as far as we know." Johnny tells me.

"Was it Lincoln?" I ask thinking it most likely wasn't and was soon proven right in my thinking when Johnny answers.

"No Tyrone was meeting with him at the time of the hit. They were talking about something to do with moving drugs through our turf. Anyways Lincoln was hit as well but only got hit in the arm but is otherwise fine."

"Then the pimp. I never did like him." And I really didn't. I mean I had nothing against pimps, hell one of the Saint's biggest money-making businesses was prostitution. But this motherfucker I couldn't stand and for one simple reason. He prostituted children. Now I have done somethings so far that were pretty fucked up and would do far worse down the line but even I had my standards.

"Want me to find him boss." Dom asked having wanted to kill the pimp for a while now after he found the protesting of children.

Looking at Dom I smile and then stand up. Taking A deep breath I say, "Let's go for a walk guys."

-A few hours later-

I am going to go on record here to tell everyone of you that I personally like to do things from the shadows. I mean I think that is pretty damn clear by now if you ask me, but I feel like I need to make it especially clear now. You see to me going guns ablaze shooting up places and such ran the risk of leaving both witnesses and evidence. Something I detest doing for even clearer reasons then why I don't like shooting up places.

With that said sometimes and I mean only sometimes exceptions have to be made and a more extreme approach is necessary. This is in order to teach people; you are not to be fucked with. This was one of those occasions where I had to show that the Saints meant business. Forget about the fact that Tyrone who was the proxy leader of the Saints was hit. That was bad enough to guarantee some kind retaliation as it was. But to do so during a meeting with another gang put the whole organization in a bad light. If you could hit us when we are doing a sit down with another gang then what was there to fear from us. Once fear goes out the window all thoughts control goes with it.

That could not be allowed, and I would not allow it to happen. So, when we pulled up to the old, abandoned building Zebra Daddy was using front for his darker activities I looked out the window knowing it was going to burn down today. And if possible him along with it.

"So how are we doing this boss?" Johnny asks me.

"From the front. This is where the pimp makes most of his money from his more twisted clientele. So, there is no one in there worth letting live." I tell him.

"And the workers in there?" He asks me just to be clear.

"Come Johnny you know what type of place this is. Those things in there are hardly people anymore. It would be more merciful to put them out of their misery then let them live with what has been done to them." I say to him, and think wasn't that the truth. The poor people in there would hardly be human anymore. Just shells of what was once human and little more.

Johnny just nods his head at this and gets out of the car to open the trunk where we put our weapons for today. Before I join him, I look over at Dom and say, "Dom I want you to go in and find that fucking prick and bring him to me. Alive, if possible, but I won't be too broken up if he is already dead."

Nodding his head Dom enters his shadow world and takes off. Then I get out of the car and join Johnny grabbing a M16 rifle with a grenade launcher attachment. While Johnny picked up a pump action shotgun along with his custom-made gat handguns. There were a couple of bulletproof vests in the truck as well, but we disregarded them since in preparation for the X-Men showing up at any time I had taken the time to upgraded both me and Johnny. While there was little, I could do to safeguard Johnny's mind from Professor X, I was able to make his skin strong enough to tank bullets with ease and made him strong enough to hopefully give Wolverine a run for his money. As for myself I had bought something called Mind Fortress with I won't go into detail now and increased my overall healing ability a bit too. Not to the point where I could come back from an explosion or having my head cut off, but it would take a hell of a lot more than bullets to put me down. Well for long anyways.

When we are ready, I look at Johnny and start to make my way towards the building while the guys who had come with us in different cars wait outside. Just in case someone gets past us three and tries to escape. The plan after all called for everyone to die, not just some.

When we got within range of my grenade launcher attachment, I took aim at the door in front of us and looked over at Johnny and said, "You know Johnny I always wanted to say this at least once in my life. You don't mind if I do, do you?"

Knowing what I am taking about since he loved that movie too Johnny says, "By all means boss go ahead. I mean I will think a little less of you because of it, but I get why you would want to say it. After all I know I wouldn't be able to help myself."

"Thank you and in that case. Say hello to my little friend!" I yell out in a bad interpretation of Scarface and fire the grenade launcher and watch as the door explodes inwards.

Hearing a whistle coming from Johnny I look over as he says, "Fuck boss now I wish I had done that."

"Next time Johnny, next time" I say with a smile as we walk inside the building. Immediately shooting and killing anything that moved.

Men, women, the fucking children who were being raped just seconds before. We spared no one as we went form room to room clearing them out with ruthlessly efficiency. That got even more brutal in each room we cleared out as we saw things we would never forget. The things I was seeing that day I would prefer never to describe to anyone. The lost dead looks the faces of the victims of mankind's worst types of scum bags was alone enough make a chill run through my spine. None the less the atrocities that were actually done to them. I had seen pictures of the Holocaust and watched the same horror movies as everyone else but seeing it on a TV screen and in real life were totally different. Fuck I wished I had the time to make these people suffer for what they had done.

It was a sentiment that Johnny was clearly feeling as well. Seeing that unlike me he wasn't just pointing, shooting, and reloading. No, he was getting up close and personal with these demented fucks. Those who tried to fight back such as the guards or those that were the victims got it the easiest as at worse, they got a shotgun blast to the face. Those that were the ones doing the raping or other horrible acts got it the worst as Johnny took what time he had to make them suffer. Grabbing them and tossing them against the walls, before blowing of pieces of their bodies then letting them bleed out was on way, he did this. The other was simply beating them to death with his bare hands or hilt of his shotgun. By the time we were done clearing the first floor he was covered in blood and in such a rage that it was best to just stand back and let him do this thing.

Surprisingly, it actually took us very little time to clear out most of the guards of this place. Those who didn't rush downstairs in the initial start of the fight had either hunkered down or tried to run away. As proven by the gun shots, I could hear coming from outside. What really took long was just killing all the sick fucks that Zebra called clients. Sick cowardly pieces of shit all of them. Hiding like rats or begging for their lives as we took immense joy in killing them. Once again, I wished I had the time to make them suffer more but sadly, we didn't have time seeing as we were already in here for over 10 minutes. With how far away the building was from the local law enforcement and according to the guys outside listening in on the police scanner the gun fire had just been reported. At best we had less then 20 minutes left before the cops arrived.

Looking over at Johnny I say, "Take the upper floors I will take the basement. Find Dom and see if he found that Zebra yet."

"You got it." Johnny says as he starts to go up the stairs.

Turning around I go and find the stairs leading downstairs. No sooner do I open the door leading down them then do I cover my mouth about to vomit from the smell coming from the basement. Describing the smell was easy. If the top floor smelt like sex and blood. Then down there smelt like piss, shit, blood and sex all mixed in to one horrible smell that made me think twice before going down there. Non the less I went down anyways. What I found was in a word one of the sickest and twisted places a person can imagine.

The depravity was beyond words as I saw dead or half dead bodies hanging from the walls or on table and as people cut them up as they screamed for mercy or just screamed. This place was clearing soundproof, as no one told these people and yes, they were people despite their sick acts that they were under attack. I wasted little time opening up on them. Blowing them away as it was their time to scream and beg for mercy just like the cowards upstairs. I showed none and move quickly to get this work done.

It was as I was finishing up that I come across a heavy steel door. Preparing myself mentally for whatever it was that was on other side I open it and rise my gun to end the lives of whatever was in there. What I found were kids, well the body of dead kids no older than 8 to 12 years old laying across the floor beaten to death by what appeared to be each other. As there were knives, bats, sticks and along with other objects spilled across the floor along with the blood. But that was not the most shocking part for me at this point. The shit I saw upstairs and down here before I opened the door had prepared me for that. No what shocked me was two individuals standing there naked covered in blood in this ocean of dead bodies. They were easily recognizable to me seeing I was a huge fan of Black Lagoon, but never thought in my life that I would see the real thing. Fucking Hänsel and Gretel the two fucked up twins.

"Hello Mr., have you come to play with us." One of the twins asks me as they both move towards me with knives in their hands and innocent smiles on their faces.

Right then and there I knew what I should have done. I should have pointed my gun at both of them and just killed them. They were dead anyways, but other part of me. The part that remembers how good they were at killing thought of how useful they could be to me. So, pointing the gun to the side I fire a shot that stops them in their tracks.

"I am not there to play with you kids, but if you like I can take you out of here. Away from this fucking place." I say to them as calmly as I can.

They look at me with the questioning look children when you tell them something they don't fully understand. Then look around them then at each other. It was like they were talking to each other without words. Then the one of the twins looks at me and smiles, "And what do we have to do to leave this place Mr." It says then licks its lips in a sexual manner thinking it knew what I wanted.

I fire other round this time at its face cutting its cheek with the graze of the bullet. Making it grab it's face in pain and shook. "First never do that again you little punk. Second, I am sure I can find a place for you two. Now go get dressed I am sure there is something on the bodies of the dead outside you two can wear"

With them both looking at me with some fear on their faces they quickly run pass me to do as told. As I watched them run by, I knew there was no saving them. No bring them back from the fucked-up world they were already in. Yet they could be useful, and I was going to hell anyways. So, what was the harm of taking in two clearly already dangerous killers who I could be shaped to be loyal soldiers for me and the Saints. Ya I was definitely going to hell.

-POV Dom-

Today, today sucked if you asked me and after it had gotten off to such a good start to. We were finally putting the finishing touches on Aisha's debut album, and I was there to see it happen. The feeling in the room was one of joy and excitement as we knew music history was being made. And for once in a long time, I could put behind the life I was living for a moment and just live. But of course, some jackoff had to go and ruin it and, in this case, the fucking pimp Zebra Daddy.

Now me and the boss had been fighting for months ever since the hit on the leaders of the Irish and Russian about getting rid of him. We both knew what he was doing, didn't like it and thought he was better off dead. Yet the boss didn't give the order to kill him right away like I had hoped. Despite his own hatred for the man the boss wanted him to live at least for the time being and for good enough reason that I understood why. Because if he didn't, I would have just said fuck the boss and have gone kill the man already.

You see while the Saints had the money, and the muscle to crush the pimp. Zebra Daddy had something that was in some ways even more powerful then those two and that being political protection. The man may have been small time compared to us, that one thing guaranteed his safety from us or so he thought. Seeing as a number of prominent politicians and policemen who had sick fantasies that they liked to play out in his hell hole of a whore house he had good reason to believe that.

To put simply fucking with him would cause problems we didn't need right now seeing as while we were not suspected of the hit back in March, we sure as hell benefited from it. That put us on the radar of the cops and FBI. More so the first then the second but it didn't matter. Already I had to run interference and kill off some of our own people who would have talked because they were too stupid to no when to lay low.

Then there was also Aisha's album to think about. The boss was too busy concentrating on her and the legitimate part of our business to worry about some pimp. He knew the way to power was legitimacy and she was the key to opening the doors for the Saints. Any unwanted attention towards the Saints during this time could delay her album coming out because you didn't have to look far to see Gat Records was controlled by Johnny who was the second most powerful person in the Saints.

That said, even the boss couldn't overlook a hit on Tyrone, the face man for the Saints. Yet I was surprised when the boss didn't just send me to go kill Zebra. With him liking to stay in the background it would have been easier to just send me in real fast, kill the guy and move on. But his hatred for Zebra and the way he did business clearly pissed him off more than I had thought as shown by how savagely he and Johnny were killing everyone. Even on the top floor I could hear the screams of the dying and the sound of bullets being fired. It was overkill definitely see as no one was to live to bear witness to who did this though it would become clear who did when the hit on Tyrone was traced back to Zebra.

So much for doing things quietly I thought as I did my part and exited my shadow world and started to kill those who were still on the top floor. Which was actually very few seeing as those up here had already tried to make a run for it. Leaving only Zebra's most loyal men or those too scared to move left behind. Exiting my shadow realm behind them I quickly put a bullet in the heads before making my way toward the door where Zebra should be. But before I even got to the door, I heard the screams of a man in pain, and they were not coming from the bottom floors.

Walking towards the double doors that led to Zebra's office I opened it only to find the man sitting on the floor with his back to his desk holding what was once his left hand. Now nothing more than a stump and the hand itself cut off cleaning laying on the ground. Looking over towards one of the corners of the room I see a young girl no older than myself barely dressed covered in blood with what looked like claws coming from her hands.

"Please help me. I will give you whatever you want." I hear Zebra begging.

In response I just point my gun at his head and pull the trigger. Blowing his brains all over the back of his desk. The boss would forgive me for killing him since he would have bled out anyways unless we took him to a hospital. Which we wouldn't do.

Seeing the girl flinch at the sound of the gun she faces me with her claws out ready to attack. Holding up my gun I show of peace I take my finger off the trigger. I didn't know what she was, but the crawls gave it away that she was like me and those people in the museum. And with the look of a scared animal ready to attack on her face I thought it was best to show I didn't mean her any harm. Despite the fact the boss told me to kill anyone I came across.

Moving slowly, I put the gun back in its holster and say, "Hey I am not your enemy see."

I then raise my hands to show I have nothing on me despite being far from defenseless. This room was dark with more than enough shadows for me hide in and attack from. Yet I didn't want to fight this girl for multiple reasons but mostly because unlike the other people who had suffered in this place, I could see some light in her eyes. Hope that had not yet to die out.

"Wh…. who are you? Why did you kill him?" The girl asks in a scared voice but with no real care for the man in it.

Never taking my eyes off her I answer, "He was a prick and got in the way of the Saints. So, I killed him."

"What….what about the people downstairs?" The girl asks.

"What about them?" I ask uncaringly about them.

"Yo…you killed them too. I…I could hear them dying." She says to me.

"No, I didn't kill them. Just the people up here." I correct her. While not caring that the people downstairs were dead, I wasn't about to take blame for something I didn't do.

"Why?" She asks angrily.

"Because they crossed the Saints and besides the only innocent people downstairs were already dead." I tell her with some pity in my voice at what happened to the victims of this place. Perhaps if we were something other then a violent criminal gang, we would have tired to help them but really what help could we give to lose souls when our own were dammed to hell.

Looking at him with a mix of anger and fear the girl asks, "Are you going to try and kill me as well?"

"Do you want to die?" I ask her.

"No." She answers me and looks ready to fight to live.

"Then let's go before the cops show up. That is unless you want to stay here and see what happens to you when they find you." I tell her already knowing what most likely would happen to her. Those claws were not natural in anyway. Meaning someone most likely gave them to her and whoever did that was most likely looking for her. And unless I missed my guess there were not very nice people.

Seeing the young man who killed Zebra Daddy started to walk out the room the still unnamed girl gets up and quickly follows him. While she couldn't remember much before she ended up in Zebra's hands her instincts were telling her she didn't want the cops to get ahold of her. Or end up back where she was before Zebra.

As they make their way out of the room and through the building, they both take measure of the carnage that had taken place here. No one was spared, Dom knew that was going to happen but seeing all the death around him still made him feel a bit sick inside. What the girl felt he wasn't sure but looking back at her he can see her covering her nose due to the smell of the dead bodies.

When they make it downstairs and walk towards the front door, they hear Johnny's voice say, "Listen all I'm saying is it's a bad idea and this is me saying it."

"Come on Johnny, they are not that bad." I hear the boss say back to him.

"Are you fucking kidding me. Their fucking sucking the blood out of dead bodies." I hear him yell out and look to the side seeing two very creepy looking twins in bagging t-shirts doing exactly what Johnny said.

Finding myself both disturbed by the site and a bit freaked out I just say, "What's going on?"

Looking over at me Johnny says, "Fucking boss found some strays who just happen to be fucking vampires downstair and now wants to take them with us."

"I think they are called Dhampir and are only half vampires. I mean the sun is not turning them into crispy critters after all." The boss says while he looks over at us but more specifically at the girl who was behind me who was herself looking at the twins with shame in her eyes. Like he knows her but is not sure if she is who he thinks she is.

"I don't fucking care what they are called. All I am saying is I don't want to wake up one night to find two creepy ass albino kids sucking the blood out of me." Johnny says.

Looking up from the body they were currently sucking the blood out of the kids say in an overly sexual way, "If you like we can suck something else for you Mr."

"Shut the fuck up. I told you two already say that again and I will stick this shotgun in your mouths and pull the fucking trigger." Johnny yell at both of them now very pissed off and disturb by what they just said. So was I for that matter.

"Who is the girl?" I hear the boss says after Johnny's little outburst.

Looking over at him I say, "Don't know. Found her upstairs with the pimp."

"And where is the pimp?" He asks me.

"Dead." Is my simple answer.

"I see, very well let's get out of here. Twins enough eating time to go." The boss says ignoring the girl. Which is a bit surprising to me.

"Coming." The twins say and follow him out.

I look at Johnny who just looks at me and just shrugs his shoulders. "You're telling Aish about the whore." Then walks out after the boss.

'Fuck!' I think to myself as I follow. That was not going to be a fun conversation.

-End POV-

Okay I don't know about anyone else but at this point in time I was having a near fucking panic attack. It was bad enough I happen to find the two psycho twins from Black Lagoon but then I had to find out they were fucking daywalkers. Which in turn meant that sense I was in a Marvel universe mainly that Blade was here and that I had just gotten on his shit list at some point. Fucking great know what I mean. Yet as bad as that was there was a lot of upsides to having two crazy mini-Blade attack dogs who happen to be supernatural and can walk under sun on my side. Now I knew vampires were real here and most likely I would need them as I went deeper into the darkness of this universe.

But that upside was almost drained away when Dom showed up with X-23. Fucking Wolverine's daughter/clone/whatever installment was currently out there. I knew practically jack shit about the girl other what I saw on X-Men Evolution long ago. What I did know was she was the product of an offshoot of the Weapon X project. Meaning someone somewhere was out there looking for her. That was not good since I was in no way prepared to deal with some secret government agency. I had a fucking broken ass gaming system where I got points at what was close to random points in time. I couldn't grind it and the skills on the skill tree I had access to cost so much that even after years of being in this world I was still barely stronger than your average human.

With that said like with the twins from hell there was an upside. Laura was clearly suffering from what her old man had gone through or was going through. She had no memory of anything before her time with Zebra Daddy and was most likely suffering from PTSD as well. The only thing she could tell us was her name and that was it. Yet inside that head of hers were the memories of a trained killer who if I was careful could turn to my side and perhaps have train my own people in being more efficient killers before who ever came looking for her found her. Call me an asshole but when an opportunity like this falls into your lap you take it no matter the risk.