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When Death arrived at the warehouse, David was waiting outside. She paused at the door, and he nodded toward it as if he was saying Go ahead in. The inside of the warehouse was dark, and on the opposite wall was a bronze chair where a girl sat. She couldn't have been more than a couple years older than Death, and she had white streaks in her seemingly brown wavy hair. A gold crown was askew on her head, and she wore a white shirt with the number 8 on it in maroon and a black skirt with high black boots. She had an almost bored expression on, but she sat up a bit when Death walked in.
"It's so good to see you're up!" She exclaimed, standing and throwing her arms wide. Death didn't move. "No? Well then. Be that way."
"Who are you?" Death asked as the girl sat down again.
"Me? Aww, sweetie pie, you've lost your godforsaken memory again!" The girl cocked her head to the side. "I, darling, am Crazy 8, your leader and master."
Death could hear scuffling behind the chair, and she saw a boy poke his head out before vanishing again. "And who's that?"
"That's Boner Cat." An unsurprising mew came out, and the boy poked his head out again. He was wearing a black shirt and black furry cat ears with a… collar?
"He's on a leash." Death noted.
"He's a cat, what do you expect?" Crazy 8 responded. She grinned and leaned forward. "How much do you remember? What's your name?"
"My name is Death." Death replied quickly, remembering David's warning. Crazy 8 seemed bored.
"Poo. David warned you." She sighed. "Here's some answers: Your name is not Death, it's Adorable Death. You are sixteen and this is your family." She waved a hand, and a little girl bounced out of the shadows.
"ADORABLE DEATH!" The girl jumped and crushed Death in a hug. She wore her shoulder-length brown hair in two pigtails with a baseball cap over it. A baseball cap, Adorable Death noted, with a bird and three triangles on it. She'd have to ask later. The girl wore an unbearably oversized black jacket, one made for men, and a pair of jeans.
"This is your little sister." Adorable Death looked up at Crazy 8. "She is fourteen. Her name's Boom Monkey. Oh, and your brother-" Another boy stepped out. He had black rimmed glasses and a Batman shirt on with a tacky black cape over it. "Is seventeen. He's Fanboy."
"Welcome back, Death." Fanboy smiled. Adorable Death frowned.
"Great. I've met my siblings. Now, may I leave?" She turned around, but David was at the door.
"Oh no." Crazy 8 frowned. "No, no, no. Did you think I wouldn't expect something in return?"
Adorable Death sighed. "What is there for me to do? Whatever I was before to you, I'm useless now."
"Whatever's out there for you is useless going back to now." Crazy 8 retorted. "Even without the memories, you can tell what we are."
"A weird-ass gang?" Adorable Death gave a short bark of laughter. "It's not that cryptic."
"Division 6 of the Red Hood." Crazy 8 smiled proudly. "Loyal followers and a loyal boss. Selling only the best of the goods." She waved her hand at the crates around the warehouse, shipments from other countries.
"What do you want out of me?" Adorable Death shrugged. "I'm just the little lost girl. What good will I do?"
"You know how to pick up things quickly." Crazy 8 leaned back again. "Our faces are posted all over the city by now. I wonder, how fast would you be?"
Adorable Death sighed. "One thing. Just let me know in my alley." She turned back around and continued walking out.
"Toodles, darling!" Crazy 8 called, waving happily as Fanboy and Boom Monkey watched her go.
Once outside, Death sighed. This was too much. All she wanted to do was get her memory back… and possibly her family.
"Death." David appeared next to her. "You have to be careful. Crazy 8's called crazy for a reason."
"I just want my life back." Adorable Death kicked at the pebbles. "And she's the only clue I have to it." She looked at David. "Why do you work for her?"
"I don't do it of free will." David sighed and waved his hand in the air. "None of us do. We owe her our lives though. She saved us from dying. She saved you, too."
Adorable Death laughed. "I can hardly believe that."
"Believe what you want, I'll help you." David said. "Boom Monkey and Fanboy will too. Look, can we stop by tomorrow?"
"I'll be free." Death laughed. "Don't worry. Stop by my alley corner anytime." David nodded, as they stopped at Death's little home. He waved goodbye and turned back down the street. Death sighed, and got out some money. Time for a good meal and a lot of thinking.