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"Damnit! I want to get strong NOW!" -Duran, Seiken Densetsu III
Millie woke up with light streaming into her room from the dirty window. Groggily she sat up and rubbed her eyes. The thoughts of yesterday coming back to her, she got up and started to change and get ready for a day of pick pocketing. She staggered awkwardly and grabbed her drab dress, wrinkling her nose at the condition. She considers getting something more appealing instead of this flowery and faded dress, but at this moment they are on a tight budget. Some thieves they turn out to be…
She let out a sigh and open the attic door, walking to their dingy bathroom at the end of the hall.
'Odd,' she told herself, usually she would wake up at the peak of dawn and fight for her right for the bathroom…something just seems off about the whole atmosphere. It was too quiet.
Onibi always leaves for a day of hunting mice or exploring, but today Onibi was following her, his eyes looking anxiously back and forth, an odd whimper escaping as he paced nervously.
"Onibi, calm down," ordered Millie, "the girls are probably off to do something on their own, maybe get some extra money that they forgot about me…"
Millie knew she was only trying to reassure herself, but it worked nonetheless.
She hit the bath. The water was icy cold, sending her into a shuddering gasp, but at least it woke her up. Bathroom wouldn't really be the appropriate word for her bath, it consist of a drain at the tile floor and a bucket to get water from the leaky faucet. Cramped it smelled of mildew but its what they can afford.
Letting out a sigh, she made herself look presentable in the gaudy dress, and glanced at her reflection on a mirror that hung at the wall.
Millie wasn't pretty like Elly, or cool like Sally, sophisticated like Lilly, and well, 'endowed' like Sharona. Maybe it will take a few years to actually beat them all, after all starving half the time doesn't help with her growth. Her face wasn't bony thin like the beggars of the Slums because of her friends, and her large doe like eyes are probably her best quality. Nothing could be said about her short brown hair and her height either. The last time she checked she might be around twelve, but than again who keeps track in the Slums? 'Who cares anyways like I'll ever find a guy or want one.'
"Okay you guys this isn't funny!" she yelled angrily as she descended the stairs to the bar.
"You guys can stop trying to be-"
Millie paused at the bar, it was empty as usual but neat, and sitting in one of the bar stools was another woman.
"Tilda?"
The sultry red head biker woman was sipping a glass of spirit, a smirk on her lips as she turned to face Millie.
The look of surprise flicker across her face confirmed that Tilda was also expecting someone else.
"Oh," she replied airily. "Where's that Sharona?"
Millie looked annoyed, Tilda had a rivalry with Sharona since they were teenagers, but recently Sharona was at the losing end this time. She despises Tilda because the woman was intolerable and low scum for even a Slum person.
Plus they owe Tilda money, a lot of money.
"So pip-squeak, Sharona and the rest of her gang finally decided to ditch you eh?"
"Oh you morons," Millie hissed to herself before turning to Tilda and giving her a winning smile. "Of course not Miss Hilda, they are just off to get some money from the bank."
"Humph nice try brat but I came to collect my dues," she snapped, red lips pursed into a pout. She stood up and approached Millie. "Guess I'll have to collect it through other means…"
"I have no idea where any of the cash is hidden Hilda!"
"Like I said before, it's TILDA!" she retorted, and then shoved Millie. "Besides I have a hunch where the dough would be at…"
She grabbed a top cover of their dusty old piano and shoved the lid off. There, nestled in between the B and C key there was a tin cup brimming with their rent payments.
"Oh no you don't! You old lady!" shrieked Millie as she tackled Tilda from behind, teeth sinking into her red leather jacket.
Tilda swiped and knocked Millie off before making a dash to the door. Millie reached up and grabbed her ankle.
"Oof!" cried Tilda as the fell facedown sending the can flying.
Millie scrambled over the groaning Tilda and grabbed as much coins as she can. Before she knew what hit her, Tilda's black biker boots met Millie's side.
"Ahh!" shrieked Millie in pain, as she slumped to her side. Tilda smirked as she snatched the can of gold coins and paper money checks, and turned to face Millie.
"So, where are your friends now?"
"Coming any moment you witch!" she spat.
Tilda grabbed Millie by her collar and lifted her up. For a woman she was pretty strong, and probably could kill Millie if she wanted. She noticed Millie's necklace, the necklace she stole yesterday from the rich man of the Capitol.
Fingers wrapped around it, Tilda smirked. "Consider the payments done." With that she ripped it off and threw Millie to the ground and broke into a triumphant laugh.
A fireball blasted in her direction halted Tilda's laughter. Shrieking she ducked, and spun around, facing a furious Onibi. The fire fox snarled and let off another stream of fire at Tilda. She screamed dropping the money.
"You never told me you have magical creatures in this dump!" she screamed. Ducking from another fireball, she dashed for the doorway. "I'll report all of you guys to the Government!" she yelled before running off.
"Onibi!" cried Millie, as she crawled to a trembling Onibi. The fox looked haggard, and snapped at her hand, eyes darting in confusion amid the smoke it's fire attack left.
"Shh, stop it Onibi it's all right, that horrible old lady is gone now," Millie cooed. She reached the quivering fire fox and pulled him close to her. The fox ceased his shaking and started to lick apologetically at Millie's bruised fingers.
"Don't worry Onibi, no one would take you away, or try to sell you," she whispered before getting up. Millie surveyed the bar with dismay, the fire was spreading fast and she doubt much could really be salvaged. Frowning she put Onibi down and started to shove the burning furniture outside. It was hard work but she felt powered to save the Lily 5 hideout at any cost.
Smoke rising, a bonfire of chairs and tables crackle outside while Millie looked on sadly at her work, 'Well, so much for selling the furniture…'
No one questions trash burning at the Slums, but Millie still felt anxious about the Government coming to arrest her. If it was true on what Hilda, err Tilda, said then she will be in major trouble…
"Where is my gang anyway? Tilda clearly didn't know where everyone was herself, so the gang must of left before she came…unless they were kidnapped!" she concluded aghast.
Millie quickly ran up to her attic/room and grabbed her knapsack, shoving in a few coins she saved from Tilda, a cloak, and a few of her prized possessions before dashing into the Lily 5's bedrooms.
She grabbed Lilly's glasses, Elly's prized weapon called Talons, Sally's magic mallet, and Sharona's crafted pipe. These possessions were prized by each of the Lily 5 for some unknown reason, probably because except for the Lilly's glasses, all of them were class C illegal magical items. If Tilda was right, she'll give the X-Laws the address to their bar. Onibi can run, but items can't.
She quickly scooped up Onibi, and shoved Sharona's pipe up his nose.
"Come on Onibi, sniff them out okay?"
Onibi gave a whiff and snorted, before jumping out of Millie's arms and dashed out into the streets.
He ran to a corner, gave a yip, and disappeared around the corner with Millie running after him.
"When I find you guys you're all going to wish you hid from me!" she huffed.
The chiming of the grand grandfather clock indicated that it was already noon, and the two Government officials were still discussing with the boy about the case.
The more burly man kept glancing around the house, anxious to leave and have lunch.
The skinnier one was more focused on his job though.
"Mr. Diethel, it would be of your best interest to take on this case, the Government had already offered you a position before, but you tend to go solo all the time."
"I have every intention on keeping it that way," came a tart reply.
"You may wish to, given that your work often goes to a personal scale with a particular crime group…"
"Doesn't the Government have enough law enforcement around to take care of petty crimes?" asked Mr. Diethel in annoyance.
A slam on the table startled both Mr. Diethel and the burly official.
"You know why the Government is incapable of taking care of it's own," hissed the skinny man angrily. "The X-Laws practically run the damn country, the Government is only a puppet…this whole country rots of them!" he continued bitterly.
Mr. Diethel raised an eyebrow before ordering a maid to bring in refreshments for the guest.
"Mr. Diethel?"
"Hmm yes?"
"I think these recent attacks on X-Laws have little to do with the Rebels but members of HAO…"
Mr. Diethel suddenly looked back at the official, "HAO tends to not strike around this time of month, trust me I would know," he replied coolly.
"I believe you would, given that you tracked its leader Zeke for the last four years…"
"Funny, why you should care about my personal interests."
"I came here to warn you that the fanatic X-Laws see potential in you as a possible recruit."
Mr. Diethel took in this tidbit of information. "Given that Zeke is just as fanatic, I'll say both are just on the different sides of the same coin."
"What does that mean?"
"Zeke is corrupt and wants to destroy the country, while the X-Laws are willing to destroy the country to end corruption."
The skinny official fell silent while the burly man started to eat the sandwiches given by the maid. "You're right Lyserg Diethel now tell me, which side are you on?"
Lyserg stood up and walked towards the evidence presented to him on the small coffee table, he picked up a slingshot and examined it.
"I don't know honestly. Though personally I'm more of a Rebel supporter, you too I guess?"
The official leaned back on his chair, and let out a sigh, "yes, but at this point does it matter? Get to the point Lyserg, will you investigate who cause the Marketplace riot yesterday?"
"I'm too old," he sighed, "promise me boy that no matter what, don't join up with the X-Laws your parents would disapprove."
"Then why are you asking me to solve this case?"
"Because you'll do those perpetrators more justice then the X-Laws would."
"Since you were such a good friend of my late father," Lyserg gave a small smile, "then yes I'll take the case."
Lyserg was walking through the clean streets of the Capitol, wearing his signature green plaid cloak with a white shirt, black pants, and black boots. Even though he was only fourteen, his was beyond his age in skill, particularly in finding criminals.
He waited by the bus stop, swing a blue crystal pendulum back in forth. It was a magical item that serves as his best tool in finding criminals. A magic item, class A, its been in his family for generations, believing to be a gift to his ancestor by a Fairy. It serves as a dowsing tool, a form of divination that can detect the spirit energy of people if he concentrated hard enough.
Lyserg had made plenty of enemies with his work in tracking criminals, illegal magic trade, and hideouts. But he didn't care, all he cared about was justice being served, and even though his family strayed from the X-Law's influence years ago, he couldn't help but be swayed by their rallies and abilities in the present.
"Never mind Lyserg," he scoffed at himself, "you promise old Tobias that you'll take on a case from them, no point in actually joining them." He had a license to use the magic item, and he knew how much the X-Laws hated magic, so if he did join them then he'll have to give up his pendulum.
The hover bus creaked up to a stop, doors open. Lyserg gave a polite smile to the driver before entering.
"Young lady do you know this bus goes to the dangerous Slums right?" The bus driver gave Lyserg a funny look.
"But of course." Lyserg gave a small smile before his features darken, "but I'm a boy also."
"Sooo," drawled out a young man with long raven hair. His youthful eyes had a hard glint, and his smile was sardonic. "What brings you three ladies here?"
"Haha, well we were wondering if we can join up with the HAO, Zeke sir," laughed Sharona nervously.
"Hmm interesting preposition," chuckled Zeke good naturally, "why I may ask?"
"Err well we want to be on the winning side of this three way war, and we have much potential to offer!"
"Really?" exclaimed Zeke with surprise.
"Yes," continued Sharona nervously, "we started out as a small gang of theieve but we want to make it in the big leagues."
"Are you threatening my power?"
"No-no not at all-"
"We want to be stronger fighters," declared Sally, saving Sharona in the nick of time, "we want to join you to become stronger fighters in the way of magic."
"Stronger? Hmm I always have an odd habit of admiring people who wish to become stronger…"
"Please consider us to join you syndicate, Zeke. All my life I always wanted to be the strongest and fight against the X-Laws and this cruel world," pleaded Elly.
Zeke threw back his head in laughter.
Elly, Sally, and Sharona started bewildered at whatever Zeke found so amusing.
"Yes," chuckled Zeke, "this indeed is a cruel world, one where I was deprive of my rightful throne, but now we will show the world right ladies?"
The three young women felt unsafe at where they were standing. They were at the end of the Slums, on the side of a cliff, where a huge reservoir located under. The water had an odd murky black color to it, and the dam that held the water was already rigged with explosives. It was a huge dam, that if broken can drown the whole city.
"If you are truly intent of joining the HAO you have to prove yourselves ladies," smiled Zeke.
The three felt suddenly very scared, behind Zeke stood his gang of elite criminals, capable of killing a man a hundred ways, gunslingers that never miss a shot, and sadistic psychopaths.
"So, tell me ladies are you ready to set off the explosives?"
"But there are innocent people, they have no right to die for the X-Law's actions!" protested Sharona.
Zeke merely laughed. "Tell me, the strong need to be strong right? The flood would only drown the weak and ignorant, purifying this nation of the pathetic!"
"But Lilly and Millie are still at the Slums!" cried Elly horrified.
"So? If your pathetic posses die then its their fault," he smiled.
"They aren't are posses," stated Sally angrily, "they are our friends."
Elly and Sharona glanced at each other; to have tough Sally speak that way was rare.
"Sally's right," continued Sharona, "I'll never join such a twisted organization that would hurt the innocent!"
"You're nothing but a sick man!" added Elly in disgust.
Zeke's pleasant expression darken, a sinister smile spreading. "Well then men, I think its best for you to kill them."
"What!" cried Sharona and Elly.
Zeke glared at them. "People like you will never be strong, you're too weak with your own pathetic ideals, people like you will have no place in my world, and are better off dead!"
"Besides, I've read your spirit energy and it dwarfs all my men," he smiled before turning away as his gang advanced towards them.
A blast of pure spirit energy sends the three screaming young women tumbling down onto the murky reservoir.
"Set off the bombs now," replied Zeke casually with a wave of his hand.
Note:
Okay finally done, not bad for a story that I wrote without a rough draft eh? I have a ton of stuff to do and am probably procrasinting. I might delete my story and re-edit the chapters later though...but I'm too lazy now :P
I felt like adding a quote from one of my favorite rpg classics Seiken Densetsu 3, I love this game and I thought the quote would be appropriate. :) Give the game a try though honestly I had no idea how I obtained it :/
Anyways school is sneaking up on me, and I'll probably hit the books soon, so I'll try to hurled another story I'm working on and update along the way.
Honestly the story feels slightly confusing for me, maybe that's because I'm writing it along the way, so if anyone else feels that way that way just email me k?
I'm thinking of actually shortening these chapters, all this typing is taking a toll on my eyes and fingers and time .
Love,
Wuchen