Chapter 2

After all that, I was on the streets. Alone, afraid, with no purpose, and no place to go. Hell, back then I should have went back home, at least I thought I still had it. By then I was a thief, I was just trying to get by. If I was lucky, I would've been able to go to a nice restaurant, but that was rare. I was (not really) living in a shady side of downtown Vale. I was a couple blocks away from that nightclub that people went to. I would see some fancy people then and there, and I would pick pocket as many as I could. Surprising enough, the people there didn't have much money, which I found strange.

My hair was a mess, my clothes were cut and scratched, my face had some scars of my hard time living, and my eyes had the biggest bags I've ever seen. So far I was in much better conditions that bi thought I would be in.

But one day, was a day that would change my life. I was walking back to my "home" in the rain, when I passed a man. I "accidentally" bumped into him saying my casual sorry's and walking away with his wallet in hand, before he stopped me.

"Hey. Are you alright? Do you need any change, because I think I got some with me…" the man said, reaching for his back pocket. "NO, no, no, no, I'm okay, thanks for the offer though." I said, finishing the conversation. But then I felt something pull me back. "At least take my spare umbrella, I know it might be childish for a pink parasol, but it's the least I can do." He said giving me the parasol. "A-are you sure? I don't want to get in the way." I said, struggling for words. "I insist." He said with a warm smile. "Th-thank you so very much." I said. "No problem, although, be careful with the handle. If you pull on it, it will come lose. It can be a bit of a pain to put back in. But I trust that you will take good care of it. See ya!" he said before walking off.

I felt really bad for pick pocketing such a caring person. So I did the first thing I can think up.

"Hey sir! I think you dropped your wallet!" I yelled. "Really? Hmmmm, huh, I guess I did. Thank you. Have a good day." He said before walking off again. All of a sudden, I felt really good about myself.

2 hours later

I was laying down on my makeshift bed admiring the parasol the man gave me. It was in perfect condition, that I couldn't believe he would give me something like that. "It's beautiful." I said under my breath. But then I saw out of the corner of my eye a group of 8 men walking into the ally towards me. "Alright, put your hands up." One of the men said, revealing a pistol. I was shocked beyond words to speak, I guess today was too good to be true. "I said put your hands in the air, now!" He said again, only this time, all of them revealed their weapons. "But I don't have any money! I swear!" I said, fear flowing through my voice. "Then you're coming with us you bitch." Another one said, before the one in front went to grab my wrist. But then suddenly…

Shatter…

"What the fuck?" One man said. But before anyone could start looking around, I used my parasol to start strangling the one in the back. Unfortunately for me, he was making too much noise, alerting the other men. "Get off of him you bitch, and give me that umbrella!" A man said, throwing me off the other man. He then got a grip on my parasol and yanked part of it away from me. The handle was still in my hand, but instead of just a hollow, there was a long and sharp pole of steel. It was kind of like a rapier. "S-stay back, I-I'm warning you!" I said, waving my blade thing at them. "Hah! You call that a weapon, just give up and come with us." He said. I just couldn't take the pressure of being threatened. Something inside me snapped, and I was not in control of my body anymore. I shattered again, but this time, I wasn't anywhere to be seen. They had no idea that I was on the roof. I then dropped and landed on some guys shoulders, then I drove my blade through his skull and split his pine in two. I then went for two men and slashed both of their throats at lightning speed, before the blood came from the wounds like a waterfall. I then went for the one holding the rest of my parasol. I jabbed my blade into his gut, and lifted it until it split him in half. I then took the rest of the parasol and held it in my other hand. By this time, the other 4 had me in their sights. They started opening fire on me. I knew there was no way around this. But I raised my umbrella part of my parasol to try to make them slow down more so they wouldn't hurt as much. I braced myself for the bullets to hit. But to my surprise, they never came. I still heard the gunfire, but they weren't hitting me. I opened my eyes to see all the bullets bounce of the parasol. I then realized that I had beat them. Once they stopped to see me still standing with no bullet holes, they had a look of pure terror on their faces. I gave them a cocky smile before I slowly walked towards them, ready to end their miserable lives. Once I was finished, I heard a familiar voice from behind me.

"So, do you like my gift to you?" the man said, leaning on his cane. "Yes, actually. Who new umbrellas could be so fu-." I said before turned around to see the man who gave me the parasol in the first place. "Oh, uh, hi." I said. "Hello. Look, I need to talk to you about something. Care to stick around?" He said, with the innocent stance I could muster up. I had to take my time to think about my answer. I knew if I said no, I would probably get my head shot. But that would be better than listening to him… Right? I than just decided to listen to him, for a limited amount of time.

"Fine. What do you want, and make this talk quick." I said.

"Ohhhh, Feisty. Ok then, now let's start off with introductions shall we? My name is Roman Torchwick, pleasure to meet you."